Talking Slideways

i am alive and hiding on a path

2004-01-05T14:28:00.000-04:00

everytime i embark on this journey there is always an adventure. always. adventure can turn any trip into a journey. this is about the 50th time i've made the journey. the journey always starts the same and ends the same. that's what happens when you travel you end up right back from where you left. there usual for parts to this journey, various stopping points, and an endless amount of civilians driving around.

i found myself near folly mountain, just outside the cave. that's when my speed went from 110 down to 80, due to an unnamed drive that will remain unnamed. i don't mind driving 80, but the speed limit is 90, i'd rather go 90. but there's a problem driving at night, most drivers tend to be really daring until i show up. it took me awhile to catch up to this mammal. i could tell at one point he was doing 100. having a card driving from behind seems to make them nervous. i reduced my speed and distance trying to make him feel more comfortable, he increased his speed to 90, as did i, and we were going to the same place...home.

out of nowhere this bastard comes flying out of the night like a bi-polar, big metal, thing, attracted to my magnetic bumper. at this point, i have to share the road the drivers going, where i'm going, and the ones going to where i was. we all have to share the 2 lanes. so this idiot behind me, he had his high beams/brights on. looking at the positive side i now have lights inside the car and i can finally see what the hell i'm doing. this car wanted to pass me worse then you wanted to pass the 80 year old lady who was only going about 20 and you hoped she would drop dead, and her car would just idle to the side of the road so you could pass her. don't start saying things about me being cruel, you're the one that thought it, i only wrote it.

anyway, passing me wasn't going happen. not today. you can ride my bumper, flash your brights at me, but i am immune. we finally made it to the on ramp. finally. the 3 of us. and i would be in second place. i don't mind second place at all, you don't have to give any interviews. the press is also gonna wanna know how the hell the guy going 80km driving a 1990 corsica is the one that came first, and everyone is gonna wanna know how the hell a guy going about 120km driving a 2003 civic was in last place, even after flashing his brights.

to be honest i wasn't too happy with mr civic keeping his brights on. it's a pain in the ass and it's very rude. just because you wanna try on some cloths doesn't mean you can just jump into an occupied dressing room, because your in a god damn hurry. this world doesn't revolve around you, well the rest of us are hoping. so there is only one thing worst then an idiot behind you with his brights on, and that's some one coming from the opposite directing with there brights on and getting you in the face. at least with the moron behind you you can adjust your rearview mirror to block the lights, but that guy coming from the opposite direction, that's a killer. ever stand in front of an over head projector, looking into the bulb, and then turn the power on? no? then you haven't lived. this life is just a dream and just because he's getting it from behind doesn't mean you can shoot him in the face.

the first reaction is more of a flinch. much like a twich but you for a flinch your brain sends a signal to your body parts to move quickly. a twich just happens. the rear view mirror is on the right hand side, once the bastard comes up with his brights, you use your right hand to shield your eyes. then comes the oncoming traffic with there high beams on. since their on the other side of the road the driver uses his left hand to shield his eyes, leaving you blinded for a few seconds.

here's the point, yes i have a point to this, but i don't remember what it was, something like you and some friends could plot a murder perfectly in this manner, it would take years of parctice, i wonder if people are already doing this? think about it next time your on the highway at 3am.

never in my dreams could i have prepared myself for what would happen 2 hours later.

being the mild molded citizen that i am, doing the speed limit can be a critical factor when driving late at night. no one around, the animals are mostly sleeping while others are tempted to touch the lights of passing cars as they have never seen anything so beautiful. Unfortunately there's a few hundred pounds of steel traveling at great speeds behind those lights. for most animals it's the last thing they touch before the asphalt. some animals have seen these motorize vehicles and lived to tell there tales, but animals never listen, except for dogs, but that because they want food. cats don't listen but there are cool to have around. i don't want to be playing god and decided which animals are too stupid to live so i pay close attention to any possible pedestrians.

at this point i'm the only car on the road, i got lots of coffee and the tunes are cranked. that when i noticed i had company. i car was right on my ass, (with the brights on, of course) they might have even hooked but i think that was just me hearing things. i kept my commitment to the speed limit. on this stripe of road again only 2 lanes, and the car was unable to pass because of the yellow line, seconds later, the car pulls up next to me, which leads me to believe they are completely nuts. i maintained my speed. could it i that earlier i had escaped from the clutches of the brights gang, and they were worried i'd be contacting authorities. it must be them, they finally found me, knowing the car would soon be trying to ram me off the road i braced for impact. that's when the car started to slow down. in fact it stopped, turned around and i never saw the car again.

Unwritten road rules now written

2003-11-23T17:12:00.000-04:00

much like the 'shotgun' which can be called before entering an automobile. by calling shotgun you have the privilege of sitting in the front, along with the benefits of riding in the front seat. cup holder, ashtray, your very own private storage room (glove box) and easy access to the controls of the radio, and A/C oh and of course the stirring wheel in case the driver falls asleep. of course with the rule of shotgun there are a few rules. before calling you must be within visual of the vehicle. you cannot call shotgun and then enter a building. you cannot call shotgun twice in a row, and in the event of a tie, the winner is decided by the driver. but what if you are the driver? and there's no one in the car but you? and some bastard just cut you off...there are many things that you can do to express your road rage. yelling and screaming is pointless, you'll just end up telling yourself off. giving the finger is a much better option, but in order to give some one must receive. example: if you get a birthday card for your mom, and mail it, and it gets lost in the mail. you did get your mom a card. but since she didn't receive it, you did not get your mom a card. so when giving the finger, keep in mind to slam on the horn for a minimum of 5 seconds. (to ensure the hook lasts 5 secs, say in your head 'fuck you, you fucking cock sucking motherfucking son of a bitch.' that will take five seconds) other options include hooking on the syllables of this sentence. the key is the horn; the culprit will automatically know that he did badly. if the person who youâ€™re trying to hook at is elderly, please do not bother hooking. this will only cause confusion for everyone and may escalate your 'road rage' to 'going postal'.

if some is about to jump out in the middle of the road or you need to tell some one to 'watch out', you require 1 quick beep on the horn, not too long just about a fraction of a second. for saying hello, or hi to some one 2 quick beeps, just like the 'watch out' beep, oh and be sure to wave. for saying goodbye or see ya later, 3 quick beeps along with a wave.

join me in my battle against the municipal government to have this included into beginner driver's training. let's keep the hooking under control.

if you do not have a car or a bike, or a toaster, then the above does not apply to you. when you venture on foot out in public you must acute sense of hearing for driver beeping their horns. one long beep means you really pissed some one off and they are trying to give you the finger (this may also me multiple hooks as well.) be sure to smile and wave once you have spotted the driver giving you the finger. this will confuse them. you can also return the middle finger to the driver if you can run really fast. they are in a car.

if you hear a really quick beep, look out. quick too, a car is coming.

if you hear 2 quick beeps some one in a car is pretending they know you and want to put you on the spotlight, knowing pedestrians always wave at hooking strangers. be sure to not look around, just keep walking, raise your arm into the air and extend your middle finger.

if you hear 3 quick beeps, same as above, give'm the finger!

anyway back to the calling of shotgun. this has been around forever and i will now share with you the time line...right now.
- this was invented by the indians when a white folk came over and started taking over everything. the indians where trying to escape with their hydes, the smart indians knew to call shotgun, because when trying to escape, the white folk where shooting at them and the indians in the back seat always got shot up.
- the yankees adopted this as a method to be able to go to england and drive all the time. the shot gun seat in england has a stiring wheel! cool eh

Always expecting a best seller

2003-11-19T09:08:00.000-04:00

so when you get in a lot of trouble and they take you and your ass to court...they throw the book at you, but only give you a sentence

When I grow up i wanna be a ninja

2003-10-29T11:27:00.000-04:00

well its my final year at the ginsu academy, training to become a lethal killer in the secret art of the ninja. i'm hoping to become a 'genin' or rookie-ranked ninja teamed with a leading syndicate of well-dressed bad guys after i graduate. but right now i'm having difficulty finding the time to maintain my deadly studies while holding down two jobs, as well as maintain a healthy social-life with my girlfriend. i'm seriously struggling with his lethal studies.

i need the jobs to pay for my tuition, food, and rent, and i must graduate this year in order to ultimately fulfill my vendetta and avenge my brother who was brutally murdered in hong kong by a sinister smuggling ring. but my goal to become a trained assassin won't be realized if i don't pass my final. it's tough, real tough, people just don't realize how exhausting it is to juggle two jobs and then have a full 6-hour tai-jutsu workout on top of that. by the time i fall into bed around 3 in the morning i'm asleep before my poison-tipped darts hit the floor.

some of my fellow students have been aiding me, one ninja-trainee "finished-off" a project after i was too tired to kill with stealth after pulling a double-shift at the warehouse, and another covered for me after i fell asleep on a rooftop during a diamond-theft excercise. i've also been paying a younger ninja student to iron my shinobi shozoko uniforms, polish my tabi boots, and re-string my longbow. my classmates have really come through, i owe them all big-time. if i pass, i figure i'll probably have to help out on a number of deadly missions 'cause everyone's got a vendetta, a kidnapped grandfather or ancient treasure or something needing to be recovered.

i really have to work on his grades. while my Ninja classmates are getting gold throwing stars for accuracy, i'm struggling to hit my targets. in stealth class, my teacher referred to me as "a bumbling elephant who couldn't sneak his way past an aging enemy who was blind and deaf, while under complete cover of darkness, and wearing a magical cloak of invisibility."

i choked on my garrotting test, fumbled my way through my mid-term in hand-to-hand combat, and can barely do figure eights with the traditional kusari-gama sickle/chain weapon. and, because of my already overbooked work and class schedules, i have been shirking my duties with the shuriken club. despite the lethal challenges i'm facing, i'm confident i will eventually pass.

i just have to sharpen my wits as well as my ninja-to swords to get past this final semester, with enough mountain dew, caffeine pills, and bamboo tea, i should be able to manage. then, after i've got some experience on the job, i'll be able to strike out on my own and avenge the death of my brother. my life will be complete, and i'll be able to kick back and spend more time with my girlfriend.

As seen on TV

2003-10-26T12:41:00.000-04:00

this article was originally about human communication on large scales, and how we are becoming more digital and wireless. but in the process of writing i got carried away.

in the future there will be no need for a device to aid us with communication; we will only need our minds. i realized while writing this that every form of communication has be transformed by corporations to sell us their products. telegrams and telephones the earliest forms of communication, have only given use junk mail, coupons, and telemarketers calling every hour. in the eyes of a corporation the internet, email, television, and radio is not a means of communicating, it's a means of transferring money from your wallet to theirs.

ceo's and managers will tell you "commercialism is created by demand". people like to see advertisements of the products they buy and consume on television. it shows them something they can relate to. anyone actually working in the field of marketing and advertising can tell you that "demand is created by commercialism". people need advertisements of the products companies want them to buy. most shoppers lack decisiveness and need to know what everyone else is buying, so they may follow the trend.

image having ability to deliver a message to millions of people around the world and the best that our society can come up with is "buy a big mac".

guglielmo marconi must have had a lot of money on there minds when brainstorming for an idea to make him rich. 60 years ago he claimed to be the inventor of the radio. nikola Tesla would prove to be the actual inventor, but at the time tesla was a russian and marconi was a italian, at this time in history it wasn't about who you liked more but who you seen more. marconi exposed tesla's invention of the radio and claimed it as his own. the concept of the radio is no more then a thought for tesla, another invention to add to his collection. for marconi it was an object that could make him very wealthy. their motivations were different; marconi motivation of course was money. his greed for money would only be a sign of things to come.

i often hear people, who listen to the radio, complain about not hearing enough music. a few others can be heard complaining about having to wait so long between sets of songs to hear their news and weather. most stations on the radio are constantly advertising "less talk more rock", only to not fulfill there slogan. the catch is, the radio stations have the recourses available to announce the latest weather, traffic jam and news which gives the station, an audience. it's all about listeners. companies will want to advertise to these listeners, the bigger the advertisers the bigger the cheque, a bit like the lottery winners, not quite in size but amount. to get a contract with a bigger advertiser, they need a larger audience. not everyone is interested in news, but music has something for everyone. the cycle is complete. the radio station plays it's recording of the news multiple times throughout the day, add music as a filler and commercials to make a profit. the result is not one listener is truly happy except for the owners, and advertisers who listen in from time to time.

let's move onward to television. television is another tool that gives mankind the ability to deliver a message to millions. However, during a 24 hour period of watching television you would consume an average of 6 hours of commercials. television has fallen into the same loop as radio has, however, over the years it does seem to be adapting, most cable companies have added all-commercial channels and weather channels, all music channels, and all news channels, all the result, not one of these channels are commercial free. television is better, the audience is larger, and advertisers can actually show you the products they want you to buy and a nice image of the people that buy them. this is called the target audience. the key to doing this effectively is air your commercials during the airing of tv shows targeted toward your target audience.

the internet is the most recent form of mass communication. everyone and everything has a place on the internet, a website to relate with, or call their own, if not they simply create their own in a matter of minutes. the popularity of the internet grows everyday, and more people are getting connected. dialing up is being phased out but dsl (digital subscriber line) is vastly growing, it's only twice as expensive but 10 times faster. with more people going home to a computer, less and less are cuddling on the couch in front of the tv. the number of tv views has dropped but not too much, yet. one of the first sign will be when television no longer advertises internet services. most households have only the one computer which means only one person is generally on the computer at one time, tv on the other hand is a family event in some households, minus the one family member on the internet.

over the past decade the number of people connecting to the internet has reached millions upon millions. advertisers have noticed this and were able to, once again, get the attention of the innocent viewer with the use of banners, and pop-up windows. banners seem to be the friendlier as pop-up windows build a frustration that will never be known to the advertiser as they too would be driven to a near-insanity level that thousands of web surfers reach every time a new address is entered.

What's so big about your brain?

2003-10-22T10:10:00.000-03:00

so i'm sitting here trying to remember the last project i did, and can't really remember. he told me he was working on a project that would turn natural gas into disel. natural gas is useless. disel fuels vaults wagons. well that's great. they're gonna design a plant that can do this. i thought he was the smartest person i ever met in my life UNTIL i asked about what happens afterwords...he reply nothing. irvine and some other company have already begun this project. so he's "inventing" something that has already been invented. like what the hell is the world coming too. yes we already invented the wheel but i wanna see if you can reinvent it. if it looks like our curent wheel system you'll past the course. inventing is suck a difficult process for some poeple. it involves knowledge. i think it's great that we have come this far, and we are still here. but people have been dying of cancer for years. wheres the cure? are they waiting till the majority of the population is infected? remember everyone has cancer, only it's triggered by different things. you know like radiation, and smoking, and oranges, and perfume, and well just about everything. but we don't need the cure that's not important right now. going to Mars, now that's important.

It made perfect sense at the time

2003-10-12T12:55:00.000-03:00

your life is not a box of chocolates. it's a slow prolonging death of the imagination of yourself. years could represent seasons just like in tv land. every situation in your life, isn't a teeth rotting experience. it's more of a truman show soap opera that revolves around you. everyone around you is merely an actor, as you are to them. crazy am i, let's just see how fucking crazy i am ABLUEAHHHHPOPPYCOCKCRACKYJACKPINKELEPHANTPOPCORNNNN!

for verification purposes, you will need, a friend, family member, co-worker, enemy, cult member, or simply anyone.
1 - have a conversation with this person, make a note of something you observe, say, or heard during your meeting with this person.
2 - wait several days.
3 - reunite with this person. ask them about the pervious episode in your life on your channel where they made a guess appearance and you had a conversation with them.

results may not be too alarming at first. both you and your anyone will have similar memories of the event. most will match, some may not. either the color, subject, time, or surrounding was exactly the same, the two of you will have different memories of the event. still not convinced. it'll cost ya. you'll need two video cameras. one for you one for the other person. all you need to do is video the same event, the same episode of your life. when finish play back both simultaneously (together at the same time) both will reveal a more accurate depiction of the event then your memory could recall. yet there still will be some differences. just like watching a movie with some one, there will be different views of the movie, and different senses will be easier for one to remember then the other.

everyday you go to work is a new episode in the life of you. your living the lead roll everyone else is nothing more then an extra or a supporting actor/actress. they're view and emotions are simply of their own vision and perspective of there own life, this will not affect you, and nor will yours affect they’re. you may think it does because you have been trained to think this way. we all start our day differently and somehow this path that we followed lead us to the same intersection. hung out for a while and turn around and we all went home.

The Question of the Day

2003-09-30T13:02:00.000-03:00

A dinner party was scheduled for March 31, 1981, the day after an assassination attempt on Ronald Reagan, which, if successful, would have elevated Vice President and former CIA chief George Bush to the presidency. The dinner was immediately cancelled. It would have been held at the home of Neil Bush, and a guest was to be Scott Hinckley, brother of the would-be killer. Hinckley's father and Bush were friends and fellow oil industrialists. A PR firm issued a statement: "This horrible coincidence has been devastating to the Bush Family. Our condolences go out to all involved. And we hope to get the matter behind us as soon as possible." Congressman Larry MacDonald was the only legislator who demanded an investigation, but his plane crashed. What do ya think---coincidence or conspiracy?

May i have a volunteer from the audience please

2003-09-27T14:54:00.000-03:00

one night, in crazy dave land, the spilly drinker was drunk, before he was the pretense of drunk and we had a conversation, and came to the conclusion that it's all good. but there were vandals around tonight. that's when i turned into bruce lee, but for only a few seconds, in case protection was needed, spilly had already split most of his drink. he told us about how he sometimes throws up he words when speaking. i also tend to have communication problems. just before, but not after i was reminded of a scene. i was around supper time at a friends place. an underground dwelling, with photos on the cupboards and painting on the wall. we were talking and listening. he needed to use the microwave. so he did. the contains being micro waved at the time were unclear to anyone who wasn't there. and irrelevant to people who live overseas. within fiftenn seconds it was on fire (and ya i know 15 is spelled fifteen, but the backspace key is all the way over there). tonight was a special occasion and i was offered an encore presentation, there would be a much larger audience. but it was only a joke with no punch line. so i created one i saw an image in my head, but there are billions of objects in the world and your bound to make a mistake once in a while. "make sure ya got a fire executioner." apparently what i was trying to say was fire extinguisher. and i was. this is why audiences are so important, they listen and absorb the exchange, make corrections if necessary. and even remind you that duck's can't make an echo.

this stuck with me, this moment in time that had just pasted. my memory of it will be different then bruce lee's, spilly drinker, and even the fisherman. well spilly drinker's drink was all spilt and it was time to enter the jungle, boy it was hot down there. we were looking for the door that's when the stop light hit me and i did a little dance and to a bow, no one applauded.

upon entering i spotted a chair, many we standing so it was as though the chair had be reserved for me. i sat. next to me was a new conversation partner. rather then thinking before speaking i told a story about the evolution of the whale. how it was once a land creature, huge in size like most dinosaurs. there were charts showing and comparing the 'evolvation'* stages. or 'evolution' stages as i was correct. you see with the help of the audience translating my speech, i'm just rambling.

so get out your dictionary, i maybe talking to you soon, in every audience there is a translator, they never know it until it happens. let's face it...i need your help. and you need a laugh just as much as i do. if my brain starts throwing up words i'm not gonna bother taking my time to talk, i might forget what we hell we were talking about.

*my memory of this event was different then others, for one i couldn't remember the word i was using for evolution, so for all i know that part of the night never even happened. until i was reminded during this period of doubt. how odd. coincidence or synchronicity?

the day i called quaker

2003-09-23T12:32:00.000-03:00

so have ya tried the new quaker chewy yogurt bars? i had an introductory taste that i vaguly remember. it was strawberry. how ever i was told that the vanilla was better. having never tried the vanilla before, i was a bit sckptical. so i called them.

option number 5

she did her opening, i said hi, she said hi

you know those chewy yogurt bars?

yup

yeah i tried one today, the strawberry flavor, i was pretty good but some one at work told me the vanilla flavour was better, is this true?

so you've never tried the vanilla?

no but if it's better...

so you want to know if it's better then the strawberry?

yeah

well everyone has there own preference...

oh yeah but one of them has to be better.

i think they're equaly good

really?

oh yeah

well which one sells more?

they sell pretty equaly

WHAT, no

yeah

i didn't think the vanilla ones would be that good

oh yeah, i got some right here next to me, you should try them

i was thinking about it but i didn't think they would be that good.

oh yeah they're great

so the strawberry and the vanilla same are about the same. i figured the strawberry would sell more but, vanilla's got the ice cream

well they've only been selling on the market for a few months now, so that could change.

oh, okay, well then i'll call back later on and see if they're still equaly good.

well oaky, is there anything else?

no that was it really?

great would you like me to send you some coupons?

oh no that's fine

are you sure

yeah that's fine all i wanted to know was whcih one was better

okay, so where are you calling

the breakroom

and what city is the breakroom in

oh yeah that's what i thought you meant but i wasn't sure, canada

okay and where would you like me to mail the coupons too?

no it's okay really, ah you can keep them, they'll make great stocking stuffers.

okay well thanks for calling

yeah thanks, bye

bye

karma

2003-09-20T09:54:00.000-03:00

The equations of karma make it possible to draw certain philosophical conclusions of fundamental significance. It follows from them that diffraction takes place not only in space but also in time. Any event is, so to speak, split in space-time. The propagation of a solitary signal is preceded by a series of pre-signals and followed by post-signals, both fading with distance. Perceptive analysts are able to use the first intimations of pre-signals to give a precise picture of a coming event. This is called scientific foresight. But there is also intuitive prevision. Centuries ago clairvoyants described events that are happening in our time.

Pre-signals provide an explanation of relative proscopy--when a sensitive person learns about an event before others do. Such a person detects faint pre-signals that most people do not perceive.

For instance, an explosion on the Sun may produce solar prominences extending for millions of kilometers. Two or three days later the "solar wind" reaches the Earth, causing powerful geomagnetic storms that affect everything living. During such periods, disease and mortality rates increase in all countries.

This dependence of everything living upon solar catastrophes was proved several decades ago by Alexander Chizhevsky. Can we learn of the approaching "solar winds" in advance? It appears that we can. The solar wind has pre-signals: swift streams of solar photons a neutrinos, which reach the Earth in eight minutes. By detecting them it is possible to warn the medical services of all countries of an imminent geomagnetic storm two or three days in advance, ample time to take the necessary measures.

From the theoretical standpoint the works of the eminent Russian researcher Anatoly Okhatrin are of definite interest. They confirm the idea of an ether or universal lepton gas, which contains full information about the material world. Clusters of the lightest particles--microleptons--carry people's thoughts and feelings; these microleptons are capable of traveling in space and time at tremendous speeds.

The speed of light is a limiting factor only for a continuous stream of speeds, the so-called continuum. However, greater speed levels, in excess of the speed of light, are possible for extremely weak signals.

Okhatrin's experiments and calculations show that people's thoughts are carried by the lightest microleptons. And the equations of karma prove that they can travel much faster than light. This justifies the conclusion that humanity's
potential in getting to understand the Universe is practically boundless.

Up to now it was considered that our potential in the conquest of outer space is limited by what is known as the pessimistic radius of Poincare-Einstein. If we multiply the speed of light by the human life span, we arrive at the limit that even the most sophisticated spaceships cannot surpass. No generation of spacemen can explore the Universe beyond that radius [it says].

But from the equations of karma it follows that at the level of extremely weak signals we can reach out far beyond the Poincare-Einstein sphere. Material thought can travel to distant regions of the Universe at a speed greater than that of light. Man can obtain information about what is happening at any distance from him. This is a fundamental philosophical conclusion that allows humanity to look to the future with optimism.

I arrived at this conclusion by considering the equations of karma. But then, many scientists before me have reflected on the synthesis of science and religion, among them the founders of quantum physics. What are termed the conjugated equations of Schrodinger and Dirac point to the possibility of the existence of anti-particles. Similarly, the conjugated equation of karma suggests that there can be anti-signals as well as anti-particles. Moreover, this equation makes it possible to describe the spectrum of properties that these anti-signals possess. While ordinary signals travel along the river of time from the past via the present into the future, anti-signals travel in the opposite direction. They originate in the future and pass through the present into the past.

This property of anti-signals stuns our imagination: certain particularly sensitive people and instruments can, it turns out, receive signals from the future.

Armageddon

2003-09-16T17:07:00.000-03:00

"some say the end is near, some say we'll see armageddon soon, certainly hope we well i sure could use a vacation form this: bullshit three ring circus side show of freaks here in this helpless fucking hole we call L.A." --MJK

have we escaped armageddon in 1999, 2000, 2001? these 3 years had predictions attached to them. the calendar system that we're using has been change so many times, it's just too hard to be accurate.

meteors, we've had close calls and have even been hit a few times with minor damage. next big hit is scheduled for 2056. be sure to book off work.

pole shifting, this is when the north and south pole switch. during the period of the pole shift, the ice caps will melt, this will be gradual, will the earth be flooded, probably not, when water freezes it expands. the deserts in africa will become ocean floor again, and we'll rediscover the lost city of atlantis at the north pole. chances are we will survive. oh and this has already begun. it's an ongoing process. it never stops. chances are we'll survive, it's happened before

floods, not sure were the water will come from but it'll go away, children and midgets will be goners, but we can make more.

aliens, if they wanted the planet, they would have taken it long ago. but maybe the invasions has happened already. sources say they are moving the population to certain areas on the planet. these areas well become targets and the few that remain well be easier to control.

christ, he's suppose to come back and do some judging. it's been 2000 years and we haven't even got a whisper. but NASA picked him up on the hubble he's just coming around jupiter, impact to earth is expected within the next 3 years, causing a mild title wave, 4 feet high, midget and children will be goners

world war 3, yeah this one seems the most likely to happen, some time soon too.

the muslim calendar has never been changed...and it ends december 2012. they say it won't be the end of the world but something will happen. also scheduled during this time is a galactic eclipse, be sure to watch for this one, NASA says it'll only happen once.

What the hell is going on out there?

2003-09-10T15:02:00.000-03:00

i like space because it's so mysterious. what's out? no one for sure. doing some web surfing i found why some people want to be astronauts. there seems to be many perks of being an astronaut. here is an exert of a report from c. m. lathers and g.l. drusano. not sure who it's being presented too, actually put the whole thing in here and there a lot of big word so i made a quick summary at the bottom

the title: NEW MODEL TO USE INDIVIDUAL BIOEQUIVALENCE TO PREDICT PHARMACOLOGICAL DRUG LEVELS IN ASTRONAUTS: IN VIVO AND IN VITRO PHARMACOKINETIC CORRELATIONS OF GROUND-BASED VALUES FOR SPACE FLIGHT

PURPOSE - acute and chronic hemo-dynamic responses to weightlessness in humans occur. preliminary reports
indicate drug levels in a given astronaut vary when ground-based values are compared with those obtained during
space flight and vary within the same person on different days of the space flight mission. population studies
which use an average bioequivalence methodology may not fully reflect true PK and PD 'intra and inter –
individual' differences since bioavailability differs not only among persons but also within the same person. thus,
there is a need to determine individual bioequivalence when considering possible differences between formulations
or when determining the effect of the same formulation in different environments, i.e., the 1-g (g=gravity) of Earth vs. the 0-g of
outer space. this study explores the relevance of using individual bioequivalence measurements obtained on
earth to predict plasma levels of a pharmacological drug in a given astronaut when in the microgravity of outer
space.

INTRODUCTON. pharmacokinetic and pharmacodynamic relationships are carefully studied in clinical trial
designs. similar studies must be conducted to predict pharmacological drug levels and responses during space
flight. new ground-based models to evaluate pharmacokinetic and pharmacodynamic effects of drugs in different
gravity loads have been developed but more are needed. bioavailability is determined by the rate (how fast) and
extent (how much) of the active ingredient is absorbed and available at the site of drug action. The rate of drug
absorption is defined by the maximum or peak concentration Cmax and the time to achieve max concentration,
Tmax. The extent of drug absorption is defined as the area under the curve AUC. Because drug concentrations
cannot usually be measured at the site of drug action , i.e., the human receptor site, the majority of the
bioavailability studies measure the drug or the metabolite concentration in the blood or in other biological fluids,
such as plasma, serum, and/or urine. Several types of study designs are classified as “Bioavailability Studies.”

METHODS. We describe an approach using population pharmacokinetic modeling with Maximal A-posteriori
Probability (MAP) Bayesian estimation to evaluate bioavailability. This provides point estimates for individual
patients and, as such allows measurements performed in both 1-g and 0-g environments to be correlated to outcome.
We will demonstrate the principle employing a bioavailability study where a stable-labeled and cold isotope were
administered, plasma and urine collected for 168 hours and modeled with a 9-differential equation, four output
pharmacokinetic model.

CONCLUSIONS. Our new model uses individual bioequivalence data obtained in astronauts during ground-based
studies and correlates both in vivo and in vitro ground-based data to predict pharmacokinetic drug levels in a given
astronaut during space flight.

crazy dave's summary: they're giving astronauts drugs to get them ready for outer space.

why? i'm glad your thinking that. i was too so i did some more surfing. i need you to know about The Eight Systems of Consciousness. the first is the forward and backward (baby learns to crawl) the second is up and down motion (baby learns to walk) the third is 3d (perception) the forth is time, but the one we will look at right now is the fifth called 'neurosomatic system'. when this is activated well here's what is i found:

Flat Euclidean figure-ground configurations explode multi-dimensionally. Gestalts shift, in McLuhan's terms, from linear visual space to all-encompassing sensory space. a hedonic turn-on occurs, a rapturous amusement, a detachment from the previously compulsive mechanism of the first four circuits. to understand neurological space, doctors assume that the nervous system consists of eight potential circuits, or 'gears', or mini-brains. four of these brains are in the usually active left lobe and are concerned with our terrestrial survival; four are extraterrestrial, reside in the "silent" or inactive right lobe, and are for use in our future evolution. This explains why the right lobe is usually inactive at this stage of our development, and why it becomes active when the person ingests psychedelics. the transcendence of gravitational, digital, linear, either-or, aristotelian, newtonian, euclidean, planetary orientations is, in evolutionary perspective, part of our neurological preparation for the inevitable migration off our home planet, now beginning. all involved with circuits 1 through 6.

the extraterrestrial meaning of being 'high' is confirmed by astronauts themselves; 85% of those who have entered the free-fall zero gravity describe 'mystic experiences' or rapture states typical of the neurosomatic circuit. 'no photo can show how beautiful Earth looked, no camera can show this experience because it is inside the nervous system.' free-fall, at the proper evolutionary time, triggers the neurosomatic mutation. Previously this mutation has been achieved artificially by yogic or shamanic training or by the fifth circuit stimulant, cannabis, surfing, skiing, skin-diving and sensuous massage, have evolved at the same time as part of the hedonic conquest of gravity. the turn-on state is always described as 'floating,' or, in the zen metaphor, 'one foot above the ground.'

crazy dave's conclusion - astronauts need these test to be done. they need to be prepared mentally for the extraterrestrial journey....otherwise they may go insane. i leave you with these two quotes by neil armstrong.

"That's one small step for man...one giant leap for mankind"
- Neil Armstrong

"Jesus in a hell basket i'm talking to you from the fockin moon!"
- Neil Armstrong

We still live in a dangerous world

2003-09-09T18:42:00.000-03:00

"We still live in a dangerous world" -
quoated by:
james loy - agency director for the transportation security administration - april 30, 2003
bob goodlattes - congressman - may 10, 2002
george w bush - October 23, 2000

i'm so sick of certain countries like the U$A, arming the world and then sending troops over to destroy the fucking arms they gave to them. they keep arming these little countries, then they get a bunch of other countries together and go and blow the shit out of them. kinda like as if they were the bullies of the world. they sold 160 fighter jets to korea, (remember the korean war) and then 240 tanks to kuwait. before this transaction kuwait had nothing but rocks. what's that other country? you know the one that produces millions of dollars of oil a year but yet is borderline poverty? oh yeah iraq. ever wonder how the U$ knew what weapons iraq was using during operation desert storm and the shock and awe? all those intelligence reports would come out: "iraq: incredible weapons" how did they know that know all that? receipts, it's all right there in the receipts. thousands of weapons, missiles, and armored vehicles.

'wow they look unstoppable we should take them out' 'ah we'll wait till the cheque clears, then we're going in. what time's the bank open? 8? we're going in at 9.'

every one of the documents say that they sold iraq 'machine tools', not weapons, tools which iraq then converted into military equipment. so according to this a scud missile is a machine tool. they also sold iraq 'farming equipment' which iraq then â€˜convertedâ€™. how do they do this? it WAS a chicken coop, it's now a nuclear reactor. one of the things we gave them was for the little farmer, a new developments in framing equipment like the flame-throwing rake, oh and the armored tractor. see farmers in iraq, when they farm look over their shoulders at times and they won't see a tree and they'll hit it maybe and there'll be a wasps nest in the tree and the wasps will come in and sting 'em. so we put four inches of armor all over the tractor. and a turret to shoot pesticides on the wasps.

so iraq puts these tools to use and the world stops for a minute in panic. iraq has the 4th largest army in the world. wow the 4th largest oooooow, the U$A is of course is the 1st. but you know what? After the first three largest armies there's a real big fucking drop-off. but they got
missiles, they got scud missiles! oh yeah well the USA used to have those but the only sucker to take them off their hands were well, iraq, now they got these new ones called the patriot they could hit a mosquito. how many scuds do you remember actually HIT it's target?

we still live in a dangerous world? you're arming the fucking world man

i love my country and i love this planet, and just like a family i hate when we fight. and to all you americans that are probably aiming at me right now...i love you too.

The Sentient

2003-09-08T17:23:00.000-03:00

APRIL 1997
ian hetherington and a company called psygnosis had a new idea to get more money, a new game for the sony playstation, and it was called 'the sentient'

NOVEMBER 1997
the sentient was unleashed to the public

JUNE 1999
matt and i worked at the same dungeon and had the same days leave. on a boring night in early may we ventured to a local video store and rented a game for the sony playstation. i don't own a playstation. my best friend doesn't own a playstation...but his roommate reggie does.

after 2 very disturbing hours, we could not seem to figure out what the feck was going on. it was time to do some skateboarding and head to the local bars a few short blocks away.

we should up 15 minutes before last call, just in time to avoid cover and to get a drink. after i payed the bar keep for my drink matt and reggie were gone. i found matt, or he found me, anyway he said we had to go because reggie got kicked out. we downed our beers and head outside and there was reggie.

we walked back home. we feared the sentient. i wanted to put it in the microwave to see what would happen...but it was reggie's microwave he insisted that we use an AOL cd instead. very pretty fireworks.

we took a smoke break, looking for a lighter i checked my pockets and pulled out a hand full of leaves? 'what the feck'? was the descriptions of the the look on the faces of the people in my company. i was pretty puzzled too. i still am. i thought for a few minutes. 'where the hell was i?' 'aaa...you were us man, we went to the club, remember reggie got kicked out?'

i left that night a bit confused...sentient was a week rental it would remain at matt's

JULY 1999
a month after we had rented the sentient, reggie was rearranging the furniture, tearing up the carpet and planning on tearing down a wall in the apartment, he found the games under the TV stand. late - past due - over due - tardy at a video store it all comes down to one thing, late charge, the game was already 2 weeks late. we figured the game was so damn cool there was probably kids bugging the store for weeks. i bit scared of the late charges i put my chin up, took a deep breath and headed down to the video store. when i made it to the movie store, low and behold, the movie store was closed? but it's open 24 hours? well never again will it ever be open. out of business. and here i am stuck with the sentient and i don't even owe a playstation. i returned to reggie and matt's and placed the game on the tv stand

AUGUST 1999
Reggie was making his way out west and meant matt was moving out too, i stopped by to lend a head. i walked in and reggie handed me the game...'no reg, you can keep it' 'that's okay' he says.

JUNE 2000
it's been over a year now. a buddy at the dungeon and i were talking about game systems and he mentions he has a playstation. 'well have i got a game for you' the very next day i brought the sentient into work just for him. he says he never heard of it. i said you can keep it. 2 days later he brought the game in, gave it too me and said 'this game sucks'

JULY 2001
another has gone by. i was visiting my mom, and my step brother had been visiting his dad. we are roughly the same age and good friends. he happen to bring his playstation with him to avoid boredom. our parents live in a very same town, with...nothing more then a view. playstation eh... i made a point to return to my mom's as soon as possible with...the sentient. 'here ya go man, you can keep it'

AUGUST 2002
my mom was having a big get-together, everyone was there, including my step brother kurt, and yes he brought the game for me.

TODAY
it's september 9th 2003, i now would about $1145.23 for THEE worst video game in the side of the universe.

IF ANYONE HAS A PLAYSTATION AND WOULD LIKE A FREE GAME, I HAVE ONE FOR YA

Genre: Role-Playing
the description: radiation poisoning has spread throughout the space station you're stationed at. now you must try to save the crew as well as yourself. gameplay works much like a text-adventure, but you interact with characters, realized in 3D, by assembling sentences from dialogue trees, as well as using facial expressions.

Conspiracy to conspire

2003-09-07T11:56:00.000-03:00

you don't have to show me anything, i don't have to tell you anything. who am i? i know who i am. i'm the leader of the misinformation posse that jokes about the conspiracy so people think that there is a group that pretends that they are pretending that a conspiracy exists, all for the purpose of pretending to conceal the fact that a group really does exist that pretends that the conspiracy doesn't exist in order to confuse people who pretend that they are pretending that a conspiracy to conceal the fact that a group is pretending that a conspiracy exists in order to ridicule people who think that a conspiracy doesn't exist that involves all the world's scientists, when really of course a conspiracy to pretend in order to mislead those who do not pretend that we are just kidding in order not to pretend in order to confuse those who are ridiculing those who do not pretend to mislead those who pretend to believe that a group that is not pretending to confuse those who do not believe that a conspiracy exists does exist. do you know who you are? hope everything is all cleared up now. thank you.

a little crazy dave history

2003-09-03T12:52:00.000-03:00

today i wasn't sure if i was gonna post about how the government gives astronauts or how the united states has a tendency to give countries arms and then disarm them. but after reading rick's alternate reality i decided to do a bit of digging myself.

this is a story i keep deep down inside, but today it is exposed to all.

20 years, my sister and i wanted nothing more then to go to walt disney world. and we did. mom, dad my sister and i flew down in march. you know at that moment i don't think life could have been any better. school was a breeze i was making 90s, i had the best parents in the world and my sister was...my sister.

no more then three weeks after returning from the state of florida, i entered the state of chaos. my father was a truck driver, one his last night on the job he was hauling a tailor of frozen foods. upon doing his final inspection of the truck before leaving at 3am. it seemed as though the freezer from the trailer wasn't quite working right. trying to see what was wrong with it was pretty difficult being so dark. he pulled out a cigarette lighter. he never know the freezer attached to the trailer was leaking until...until it was too late. he was flown nearly 100 yards from the truck. the last vivid memory of my father was at the wake, we had an open casket. he looked so waxy museum like. it took them an extra day to make him look presentable. i was seven.

they say when a parent dies part of you dies with them. this is true. my father brought me up as a christian, but this religion had no logical answers for me. so i renounced my religion. to this day i believe in nothing...i believe in life. being seven years old and having the one you love most in the world taken away...you don't want to fell this crushed EVER again! i wanted revenge so bad, i was so angry, but there was no outlet for this anger. i wanted to die. but instead i crawled into darkness and hid my feelings, my school marks dropped. and i didn't care.

the rest of my years were brought up by my mother and sister. my family was torn apart. my mother never spoke of my father. my sister and i create a strong friendship. my mother seemed to be extremely protective of me. it was hard living in a house of women. both my grandfathers pasted away before my birth. years later my mother remarried, he was great man, finally a man to turn to. he pasted away when i was 18. and again i have no father. he death was worst. it was slower. more painful for all. he died in my arms at the hospital.

having never met my grandfathers throughout my childhood i often wondered about them. my mother's father was an alcoholic and drank himself to death. my father's father, well i'm not really sure. i've heard many stories about his death. apparently he drowned. i heard many different version of the story. but there seems the truth about is being hidden. the last time i asked about it, i asked my closest aunt, who was my father's sister. i mentioned i was getting different version of the story of his death. her reply was that i should leave the subject be and be careful who i question if i wanted to know more. apparently some people get very...well offensive. no need to make trouble. it will remain a mystery.

a few years back my father's side of the family was having a reunion. me being there is like having my father there is what they tell me. toward the end of the night. i was speaking with my father's bother-in-law. we were talking about my father. he was saying that my parents had been arguing for quite some time and need time away. my father was staying with him and his family for a few days and my mother was staying with her sister for a few days.

this seems true, my sister and i were staying at our aunts and we were told that dad was working and my mother was stay with her sister that lived out of town.

a few mouths ago i was visiting this aunt, i haven't seen her in about 10 years due to the fact that she lives so far away. we talked for hours we talked about my father and she told me a different story. my father was taking a shipment up to newfoundland and my mother went along for the drive. on the way home they stop in for a visit and my father thought it would be nice to give my mom a rest. he was to drop off his load and travel back up to get my mother. i don't know if i need to know the truth. but when you map the destinations in my aunts version it make absolutely no sense at all.

if my sister is reading this is best kept between us.

Back and to the left

2003-09-02T16:09:00.000-03:00

kennedy, i love talking about the kennedy assassination because to me it's a great example of, a totalitarian government's ability to, you know, manage information and thus keep us in the dark any way they can. so on the learning channel the other night i learned that in dallas, texas, you can go down to dealey plaza where kennedy was assassinated. and you can actually go to the sixth floor of the schoolbook depository. it's now a museum called 'the assassination museum'. i think they named that because the assassination. i can't be too sure of the chronology here. they have the window set up to look exactly like it did on that day. it's really accurate, you know, cause oswald's not in it. painstaking accuracy. it's called the 'sniper's nest'. it's all glassed in. you can't actually get to the window probably because if they did that, they'd have thousands of american tourists getting there each year going 'NO FUCKIN WAY! i can't even see the road. shit they're lying to us. it couldn't have been oswald, fuck! there's no fucking way.' not unless oswald was hanging by his toes, upside down from the ledge. either that or some pigeons grabbed onto him, flew him over the motorcade. surely someone would have seen that though.

BACK and to the LEFT, back and to the left, back and to the left, back and to the left. which, by the way, that action you see kennedy's head go through in the zapruder film - caused by a bullet comin from...up there? (back and to the left) 'DID YOU SEE THAT? did everyone see that?' yeah, but no. okay i'll tell you what happened it looks someone who might dabble in physics, okay what happened was oswald's gun went off, causing an echo to echo through the buildings of dealey plaza and the echo went by the limo on the left up into the grassy knoll hitting some leaves causing dust to fly out which 56 witnesses testified was a gun shot, immediately at the SECOND kennedy's head went over. but the reason his head went over is cause the echo went by the motorcade one the left and he went 'what was that?' so there, we have figured out, go back to bed america, your government has figured out how it all transpired. your government is in control again. here's some american gladiators. watch this, and shut up! everything is under control.

but really there's no hope it's just a handful of people that run everything, and that's provable, i have this feeling that whoever's elected president, no matter what promises they make on the campaign trail when they win, they go into this smokey room with the twelve industrialist, capitalist that got you in there, and this little screen comes down CHIK-VUMMMM (sounds of the screen coming down) and it's a shot of the kennedy assassination from an angle no ones ever seen before, which looks suspiciously off the grassy knoll and then the screen comes up, CHIK-VUMMMM the lights come on, and they say to the new president, 'any questions?'

10 bucks and half a roll of quarters

2003-08-27T14:27:00.000-03:00

last night my partner and i were given the sum of 15 dollars. but we weren't thinking of it that way. we described it as a ten dollar bill and half a roll of quarters. the payment was given to us at about noon. i didn't have a watch and i've never worn one in my life, and actually i've never worn jewelry in my life either. so we'll say it's noon. it was pretty hot and the sun was setting. we walked to the house that we called our base...there was no furniture but the phone was ringing and we know who it was, it was the boss. i was holding the phone but couldn't hear anything, my partner was able to hear him fine, and was able to community back. this really made no sense to me because i was the one holding the receiver, screaming my head off "HELLO YOU C0CK SUCKING B@STARD! ANSWER ME!" i was screaming so hard the blood was just a rushing to my head and i needed to rest. my partner was doing a fine job of getting the details of the job. that 15 dollars wasn't free. we were to go to the mall, there would be a lady there carrying a shopping bag and we need to get the bag. there's a rock of some sort and there. today is sunday so it really should be easy. we got in our car and headed toward the mall as we pulled up i could see a bunch of cars in the parking load, but yet it still looked deserted...she was coming out of the store...supposed to be closed today....the whole scene is exactly how i envisioned it in the car on the way to the mall, she was wearing high heals, hat, and a tacky outfit....and the bag, oh and gloves...why do some girls wear gloves? we stopped the car in the middle of the road got out and started our approach, trying to think of a plan we thought out loud. then BAM a car SMASHED into our car damn, 2 guy got out of the car. they were wearing the exact same thing and they appeared to be come right for us. this is when it hit me. we were send to get the rock from the girl and these guys were sent to get the rock from us. it all made sense, but everything makes sense if you think about long enough and if you look hard enough you'll find everything. at this point i figure i'd have to make some sort of arrangement, the last assignment we were giving was to get something from some guys and they were dressed like us too. the last think i remember was flying through the air er well i might have been thrown i'm not really sure, but the ground felt the same. we i regained consciousness, no one was around and i was holding the rock...

Too late and yet way too early

2003-08-24T14:41:00.000-03:00

life is pretty cool. only a few things bother me, and some really get under my skin. like who the hell was the guy that came up with the dinosaur? i really want to meet this guy and ask him a list of questions i've been compiling since i was six years old. what kind of questions? well for one how the hell did you know this things are called dinosaur? but he didn't invent dinosaur he found them. is that right...so where the hell did he find the name dinosaur. so was he on mushrooms or something? like what the hell was going throw this guys mind? the word dino doesn't exist. yes it does, well not really. he made it up. maybe he had his kids with him and they came up with the name...kids are always into drugs...TV told me. the word dino doesn't exist. and the word dino doesn't even exist! this guy must be brilliant, a millionaire. but do you know any greek? cause the greek the word deinos means terrible and the word sauros means lizard. so brainiac here takes two word he heard on tv deinos and sauros and puts them together - deinossauros, and when he tried to pronounce it dinosaur is what came out. so all he is, is a guy who knows a bit of greek and found some old bones. this could have been you. so was he in the right place at the right time? or just a freak on acid trying to dig his way to china for some rice? just think of the fun of naming all the different dinosaurs! makes you wonder how no one know about these creatures. were we trying to forget? and then barried the bones so we would never find them again? i wonder if we called them dinosaurs back then...if i was the first one to encounter them and i was able to name these guys i'd call them... bifkin lizards, why bifkin? bi = derived from the english word big, and fkin = derived from the word fucking. then ya get big fucking lizards. oh by the way any kids reading this should have your parents permission. only adults reading this, continue reading, oh and i'm not trying to corrupt your children, that job is for the government, and they do a mighty fine job, oh and speaking of dinosaurs my generation labeled generation X labels that baby boomer generation...dinosaurs. they act the same and some day they will also be extinct. kinda weird how my generation was in just so much shock finding out about dinosaurs, we were brainwashed in our infant stages of life leading us to believe that before man...there was nothing. wish i was around to see these beasts, some things in life happen too early, or just a bit too late. for example lets say you bought a sandwich. a peanut butter and jam sandwich, it's lunch time your hungry and a sandwich, to you, looks like the best offer right now. so your walking down the street eating your sandwich. you finished, your full. you have a bit of garbage and your now looking for a garbage can...that's when you see a double decker club house sandwich, and not with ham either...with bacon. oh and cheese, but only one problem...your no longer hungry now. you can't stop thinking about the club sandwich though. christ it's even on toasted bread, oh and look it's the same god damn price as the peanut better one you just finished. this is just an example of those little moments in life that just have such bad timing. i'm currently eating a peanut butter sandwich, and all i can think about is the club house, but of course this is only an analogy. pterodactyl, that's on of my favorite words, it's really fun to say. pterodactyl pterodactyl pterodactyl. city settings, try saying that five times really fast. then get the family out and have them try it and laugh at their attempts. now that's great comedy...and FREE too!!

Do you know me, or do I know you?

2003-08-20T17:08:00.000-03:00

i moved here about 2 years ago. since i've been living here i've witnessed some strange things. normal would call them weird. weird people would call them normal. i'm far from your level of normal, and you are far from mine. Which leads to everyone is weird or crazy when compared to yourself. so basically we are all weird or crazy in our own way, just by being ourselves.

today at work i was asked by someone i don't know if i know them...my answer seemed to come as a shock. normally i would have gone along with the them and made something up and asked them if they remember it. but today i was in a hurry. she thought i was a guy named jared, she used to work with him, well that's what her friend told her, for some reason i thought i'd stick around to see who they thought i was. on busy days on the course they usually group people together, one guy thought i was some one he meet at a family gathering, and yes he thought we were related. there a part of town that everyone is happy to call the ghetto. everyone down there calls me derick. one day i ran into derick at the gas station in the ghetto. he looks exactly like me, and going out with my cousin...creepy.

last night i was at a mates house, there were 3 of us, if you counted. we were watching tv flicking back and forth from movie to movie. *noise*
'WHAT WAS THAT ?!!?'
'sounded like the door...you expecting anyone?'
'no, that's thing.'
he'd go to make an investigation of the origin of the noise. the results, inconclusive. there was no one at the door coming to visit.
after the forth time of going through this loop, we, respectively, returned to our seats in the living room. respectively mean we return to our original seats. we resumed to our movie surfing again, that's when we heard, well i hope it wasn't just me. i jump up out of my seat and buddy turned the volume on the tv with his remote keyboard. "that's the neighbors they fight all time" i was told the windows in the basement apartment were open and the neighbors were arguing outside. i crept closer to the window. it sounded like a couple in a love spat, maybe trying to heighten the passion in their boring relationship. i later found out it was a son and his father. by the sounds of it, he was in shit. something about a party, it could have been a costume party and maybe he and his dad both went as the same thing. yeah the dad was pissed.

watching a promotion in slowmotion

2003-08-19T13:57:00.000-03:00

who would have known that i would be the cause of him getting fired? i have no idea what i did but my boss was commending me on a job well done. i don't know if this had something to do with the report i just passed in, apparently due weeks ago, but only took me a hour to complete. had i known that some one else was assigned the report and was milking the company dry, i would have done the same. i can't remember what this report was for or what is was about but my boss liked it. its not often that i'm called into her office, but today was so special that i was moving up to her floor. and i got a handshake, plus all the perks of the job i've just been promoted too. i returned to my office and gathered my pen, and jacket, well it's more of a vest, oh and don't tell anyone but i'm wearing jeans and it's not casual day. I said goodbye to the other company coworker that sat at the desk behind me, we've been sharing this room for awhile along with the guy that got fired. we've never talked before, for some reason it seemed like the thing to do at the time. this company is really some only about 5 of us work here - that's including the boss, and the guy that got fired. oh and this one girl, i've never seen before, don't know if see is on leave or works from home. i brought my pen and vest upstairs to my new office. i tried the chairs out and checked the phone. most companies take time to get things changed over from person to person. the phone worked so i felt it was my duty as a citizen living in a modeled and sculpted society to call everyone of who i could remember there phone number to tell them the great news. i like this place because it's like most companies. and if most companies don't function like this they should. i called my sister because she's got a big month and can spread the new news for me so i don't have to put up with the questioning process. i like questions, i like asking and like answering, what i hate is people asking questions just for the sake of conversation.
our conversation:
hi i got a new job,
when?
today, gotta go
okay bye
there end of conversation. everyone is happy and best of all I avoided all the worst questions and my sister won’t be asked it’s win/win situation.
why did you get a new job?
are you working at the same place?
are you gonna shave, you should shave?
you working at the same place?
what hours are you working?
did you get a raise?
and so on and so on?
none of these answers are going to have any impact on anyones life except for the person
answering...so why bother asking i have no idea.
after work i was driven to my new apartment, which came with the promotion. i got to the lobby and turned left the door was unlocked...hum that's odd, or maybe that's normal. i opened the door and that's when i thought i was in the wrong place, i checked the key, and the number on the door. they matched. didn't look like anyone was home, place was fully furnished and some one was definitely here. my boss told me if the other guy was still here to call the cops right away. but i know karate and i figure it would make for a good conversation. i made my way toward the hall and passed the fridge, there were pictures on the fridge and i recognized all of them, and i knew where i seen them, and i know the girl in them...a bit shocked i turned around and there see was waking up from a nap...i slide down the hall and tried to close the door quietly but slammed it instead, that's when i woke up. Now should i tell this girl that she was in my dream the other night for the sake of conversation or will she get the wrong impression. i don't have time to find out.

origami tobacco

2003-08-17T17:04:00.000-03:00

there seems to be some confusion between the known and unknown. but that didn't stop her. of course not. she did everything was supposed to and exactly the way she was supposed to do it. the one's that watched really enjoyed themselves. they never seen anything like it. there was nothing like this they have seen before...even if they were looking for it, and know about this sooner. never. there was no comparison. it all seemed to natural, her style was quick and experienced. she had done this several times before, at least seven times, that was her favorite number. well at least that's what she told them. she gave the origami a quick flick at landed in the fire in the background of this picture of events that i paint for you. as we follow the origami in the background it slowly turn into the foreground and then into ashes. man it only took a few seconds for that sucker to burn like that. great well that was fun let us now turn our attention to a different direction. something more appealing then a girl waiting for an applause because so swallowed a piece of paper and throw up a piece of paper. wow that was truly amazing. let's see you wipe your own ass without looking now. paying money to see these acts is a bit more common these days. that's what i need. a way to exploit my lack of realism and do something that can get me rich. hollywood already has enough crappy pointless movies. and there's enough words that society can't us, there must be something. tobacco. we need to replace it with something...liquor is going to be the next thing to go, as both make a shitload of cash to pay for....stuff both are so outrageously taxed, it's unreal. oh not to mention addictive. ever go some where with a smoker who hasn't had a smoke in 2 days...do what ever it take to not piss this person off if you have never been able to life to tell the tale. have you ever pissed a drunk off, it's not that hard sometimes....and doesn't tobacco cause cancer...oh yeah and alcohol causes depression...? but that's okay, there's so many things you don't want to say or do. cause if you do...some one has thought of it first. like the chair. what a well thought out invention. the thing is though that if buddy didn't think of the chair, some one else would have...and yes they would have called it the chair too. wouldn't you call it a chair? hummm need something addictive, and cheap, so i can make millions....AH i know crack! yeah that's it, i'm make a store called crazy dave's crack house and it'll be in the shape of a house and i will sell crack there. YES! (cash register sound, and my pupils turn into money signs) i know this has already been thought of and everyone went to jail, but it'll be different with me...i'll give like 50% to the white house, i'll pay them with crack or money what ever they want. what does crack cause anyway? cancer no, aids, no, sars no, oh yeah nothing. no wait - uncontrollable laughter.

*i have never personally tried crack, nor do i actually intend on selling it please stop emailing me asking for some.

Self control will gain you conrol but uut of control will give you total control

2003-08-12T15:09:00.000-03:00

freedom. what is freedom? braveheart fought for freedom and died. but wasn't he already free? no woman, no bills. he could have done whatever he wanted to do, turn weed into marijuana or water into bread, but instead he wanted to fight. why? because he felt suffocated he needed to be free, oh and he's girlfriend died and he felt like kicking some one ass. only one problem, you need an army to fight an army. how do you get an army? i'll tell ya.
Crazy Dave's Tips for building an army.
1 Negativity - there are 2 acting forces in the universe. positive and negative. both are contagious and spread really fast. the dark side of this force always seems a bit faster, but not as permanent. so you have to act fast.
2 unrealistic goals - everyone has a goal the only common ones are unrealistic, something no one can knowingly achieve.
3 big mouth - tell everyone how bad is, turn all positive aspects into negative points
4 if some one opposes you you'll have to get ride of them and hide there body, you'll need excuses too, "where johnny i haven't seen johnny in a while" "oh he's fishing"
5 you'll need some really cool catch phrases too, like "we fight till we die", or "we'll die fighting"
6 boots - need big boots for walking around WARNING: there may be a lot of walking involved, you may want to make up some marching songs too.
7 rocks and sticks - because they can hurt and most of all they're free.

now that you have your army ya need to find some one with a lot of money and power, that's your enemy, that's the guy preventing you from your goal, that's the guy holding you back from doing what you want done. gonna have to get ride of him.

"how terrible" your thing i know your thinking it and i'm glad, because it truly is terrible. war is a bad thing. these methods have been used by many leaders in world history. Hitler, Napoleon, Stalin, Mussolini, ah oh right Bravehart, oh and don't forget Lyndon B. Johnson, The bushes, and Harry S. Truman, oh and of course our enemy Saddam, he never hurt me, i never hurt him...what's the deal with that. jealous? all these guys started wars...why? because of their idea of freedom.

all our lives we are exposed to guns and murder not only in real life but it's only 78 channels everyday of the year...and that's ok right...because we are free. free to do what? pay bills, slave for 8 hours, and ah...die. deflation of egos is a good thing, the next time the market crashes, get ride of it, it happened once before it'll happen again. i guess i had a point to all this but i need to be honest i have no idea what the heck it was.

the criminal inside

2003-08-10T13:14:00.000-03:00

lets face it...rules are rules, there is no law...your not allowed to do things that the system doesn't want you to do, and me living in the machine called society which designed the system, i'm being modeled to abide by the rules. the rules help us separate right from wrong, i've be taught that punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line, but what i've learned is that it's only wrong if you get caught. if i stole a woman's purse or a man's wallet, they would be devastated, i'd be sure to blow the cash max the cards and see to it that any evidence of the purse/wallet would be eliminated, never to be seen again. this means that not only this person but this persons family are going to be affected...lack of money, this PERSON could have been going out for groceries, of baby formula, or a prescription for a sick child or loved one. this is what is holding me back. with 6 degrees of separation this could affect me in more then one way. assuming the would result if i were to steal some one's house, or take their car.

now lets put down the remote control and see if the multimillion dollar blood sucking cable corporation would mind giving out there service for free? well of course. think about it you lazy bastards, if you had a closet with pure oxygen, you could charge thousands of dollars to let people go in there and take a breath. it's gonna cost you...pennies for the upkeep of your closet. be sure not to use the name NIKE or COKE for you magical closet of fresh air those name are copywritten trademarks, no one can use them, well you could but for some reason you need to pay these people lots of money (they blog is gonna put me in the poor house). and there's many other words just like these! you have to be careful...mind you there's many names that are still unclaimed. a perfect one would be the word..."THE" copyright that first thing tomorrow morning, why not, if these words could be copyright so can "THE"! you owe me half of your profits because of this blog, all funds will go towards the lawsuits against me for the use of the words NIKE and COKE, the word THE comes courtesy of yourself. thank you. so now we can claim ownership over non animate objects. words, and phrase.

the easiest question in life these days is what is the most important aspect of life in the eyes of society? the answer, any child knows...money if you notice children that are very young often have a fascination with putting money in there month...?for safe keeping? probably. money, the one this it all comes down to. prize tags have been added to everything. food, water, sex, shelter, air, sleep, and warmth. these are what mr. maslow defines as the biological and physiological needs of humans. (and i'm sure that this is trademarked) needs, not wants, needs what happens without these? not sure BUT without money, you can't have food (that's worth swallowing), water (clean enough to drink), air (it's all free and mostly polluted), sleep (while you were sleeping you could have been earning, think about that tonight in bed), sex (unattractiveness or shyness can cost minimum $75 a night, how ever your hands are free) and finally warmth, to the humans up north, the money crazed company's charge top dollar so you and your family won't freeze to death.

living is expensive...so is dying. bring life into the world, for some is nothing more then another customer. the only thing you get these days is a free trip around the sun every year. if you survive the year. i'm embarrassed to bring kids into this world. because then they got older, they will wonder what was going threw our minds when we decided that we need to separate ourselves from each other, compare ourselves to each other and use currency to fulfull our undesirable need for power. I'm sorry, are you?

we were trainedâ€¦thatâ€™s my excuse to make me feel better.

i've been trained to take what is mine, and hold what is mine, suffocate what is mine, and bury what's mine, and soon death will come and claim what is mine, but i must leave it ALL behind. i will leave this place as you came...naked and bare.

Think for yourself

2003-08-06T11:47:00.000-03:00

"Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening,
terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in
this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the
religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by
giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their
view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and
learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself."

vote you bastard

2003-08-03T11:36:00.000-03:00

somebody else already used the word aurora borealis, it was spelled with 2 Ls and no one had notice the difference, i tried not the notice. we walked outside and sat on the deck and i was asked a few little questions of little importance, you know the kind that people aren't even waiting for answers and are thinking of another question. so have fun with these question use the opposite side of your brain and venture throw into a vast and infinite possibility of answers.
Q - hot out, isn't it?
A - it's always hot in hell
Q - how's the wife?
A - better then me, she tied herself up in chains and sam helped her in the freezer
it was about eight thirty, half past eight or thirty minutes after the hour. the siren scream and everyone had their own answer. in this version i'll fill you in on a few more details then i'm used to, i don't usually but it's information that helps us grow. when the siren rang i looked in every direction except from where i can. no one really noticed. did i actually hear a siren? was it even a siren? it was a siren i've never quite heard before, cops? nope. fire? nope? ambulance? nope. this was different. i asked. everyone seemed to be following my trend of answers i spilled out earlier. here's the answers i received
- it's a shift change indicator, letting the whole city know it's a shift change
- curfew warning, kids under 16 have to go home
- party indicator, kids over 16 only have a little more then an hour before the LC closes
- shops closed for the day, might as well let the town know
- time marker, incase you don't have a watch
these are all valid answers, but were they all right? were they all wrong, or which one is right? some one shouldn't have to be going door to door asking the town a simple question, that just wouldn't be logical would it. maybe we need to get the town to go into a tiny little booth and choosing from a list which answer is the best answer. why not. i promise that if everyone chooses my answer (it's a noise that scares off any elephants that might be looking for a place to rest) i promise i will give everyone a back rub and milk and cookies for the kids and not chocolate chip, i so sick of those, er how about ice cream, and for all the homo-phobic out there how about a hand shake or a milk shake or something. please be sure that i have no intension of going throw with any of this i simply want your vote and i will even waste thousands of your dollars to prove it. now here’s the catch, if you don't vote for me i'm make sure that everyone makes you think that your tiny winy insignifficant vote could have caused a turmoil and it's all your god damn fault! now with that always in the back of your mind like a tattoo on your ass (you never see it but you know it's there) you'll vote the great news is that no matter who you vote for, no matter who wins no matter how much you hate it, you money, thousands and thousands of your hard earned dollars are gonna go into my pocket. here's how the spending goes... i need a limo, and place tickets (first class or i'm taking the limo so it'll have to be one of those super duper underwater ones incase i feel like going on a vacation business trip) i need a whole new wardrobe, so i can look good in front of you, my kids need to good to university, no community college, people might think i'm stupid too, and i need a bigger house to hold all your money.

Paranoid

2003-07-30T10:35:00.000-03:00

yo be sure to check out the blogs that i check out i'm hoping some day to mold you into an image of me so i can some day have my own cult and you can just sign over your bank account and stuff over to me, it alright, don't worry, everything will be alright. i'll even let you come up with the name of my cult, but it's gotta be a catchy name, remember we want to attract more members, it's bust your seniority too. see were all winners. and the losers that join, they'll have friends now, (yes we have to pretend to be friends with other members only at meetings though*). so ya you'll notice at one of them there are certain restrictions...things you can't do, that you normally can do...ok calm down it's alright, this won't effect your email, you just can't right click, not before you go to your lawyers just remember that whatever your looking for as a settlement their gonna get about 40% so be sure to add 40% before going to them. (that's my tip for the day). so the no right click thing...is this a violation of your surfing and computing rights? i guess so? i don't know. now for all the al-quada terrorist out there who know that all you have to is go up to view and source and then you get all the code well guess what! your gonna have to find another plane to hack er blog to hack (like mine) see he's gone through some extreme measures to encode all the secret code doesn't fall into the wrong hands. i asked him why the hell did he go through all this pop-o-matic trouble? the only answer he could provide was that he didn't want any stealing hi pic of the "@" symbol that he steal from another web site...okay-dokie. anyway meetings will be held every wednesday at my moms house after the 'price is right' be sure to bring your credit card numbers. see ya there

i knew i forgot something

2003-07-28T18:11:00.000-03:00

yeah here it is...da blog, my blog i have to remember to blog stuff here a lot too. the other some one was commenting on some one's stain removal abilities...they said they could "get anything out of anything". ? hum that's either a strong statement or an exaggeration. fifty percent chance, you you wanna pick but like everything, it all comes down to probability, and probability is always a yes or no result. every variable could remain the same but there's always that unpredictable chance that something could change, like the outcome. you can predict the weather just as good as the weather man. and if you are a weather man your just as good as the guy on channel 57, and if your a woman and got offended by my weather "man" remark then fuck off! there now you have an actual reason to be pissed off. if you weren't offend, well you shouldn't be. the 'fuck off' was for you blaming me for what society has done to the female race. queen bees, queen ants, queen of england, who nurses new born? all woman. we (men) had to have over powered them years ago, to make them our servants. stupid. the underground war has raged ever since. some at to chicken to say anything just in case they get "cut off for 2 weeks" and have to sleep on the couch - who always sleeps on the couch, us. always respect the woman or at least pretend you do. your mom might be a bitch BUT she's still your mom, and a bitch. i guess i'm not the only one that forgot something today.

The government ain't all bad...right?

2003-07-23T11:50:00.000-03:00

the government enslaves us by turning us all into criminals so they can then implement their draconian laws and restrictions. the government are the criminals but they fool us all into thinking that we the people are the criminals. some of the ways they do this are:

1 imposing inflexible new laws which the average person can easily break without even trying.
2 creating poverty with high taxes and inflation so people have to steal to survive.
3 creating unemployment through the manipulation of industries so people have nothing better to do and no money to do it.
4 using media and electronic mind control to generate anger and violence so lawlessness comes naturally to many.
5 controlling the media to keep us all entertained with trivia and in a constant state of ignorance.

the above are all government sponsored programs initiated and controlled by the underground elite/cabals and payed for by the tax payer. obviously there are more methods used than just the above, some more subtle, some less subtle. their ways are many, but the results are the same. the people end up too tired, busy and poor to do anything about it, so they end up becoming helpless slaves.

the way the new laws are imposed is by causing the very problems they are offering to solve. they cause the problems in society with their clandestine groups and programs, then they offer the solutions at great cost to the tax payer by drafting new inflexible laws. the people then break those laws and the government fines or imprisons them and says that society is to blame, thus we are all guilty and deserve what we get. our fear of a violent society also leads us to freely give up our human rights. thus we are enslaved, and because we have no idea that the government is behind it, we let it all happen, in fact many times we call for it ourselves because we are afraid of being attacked by each other.

how come we don't know about these horrible things that the government is doing? because they control the media and they also pay or threaten people to look the other way who find out. how can we put a stop to this? we must tell as many people about this as possible because when everyone knows what the government is doing it is much harder for the government to continue doing it. a person can only be deceived when they have no idea they are being deceived. as soon as they know they are about to be lied to they immediately gain the upper hand in any given situation. also, we have power in numbers. a handful of people can easily be defeated but thousands or millions of smart and informed people cannot be held back by a government of only a few hundred.

is it really the governments fault? who elects the government? who pays them? i do...you do. the the government really in control? they want to be, even in their natural corruptedness i fell some what confortable sleeping at night. i don't hate them, they don't hate me. what worries me is the real people making the decisions. the people that don't run for election, the people we don't know exist. the people that tell the goverment what to do. here's a phone call recieve by a radio station a few years back. oddly enough the person who called in was never identified, and at the end of the call the power at the radio station was cut, there was no signal for 30 minutes.

"I, I don’t have a whole lot of time. Um, OK, I’m a former employee of Area 51. I, I was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago and, and... [chokes] I’ve kind of been running across the country. Damn, I don’t know where to start, they’re, they’re gonna, um, they’ll triangulate on this position really soon. Ok, um, um, Ok, what we’re thinking of as, as aliens, they’re extradimensional beings, that, an earlier precursor of the, um, space program they made contact with. They are not what they claim to be. Uh, they’ve infiltrated a, a lot of aspects of, of the military establishment, particularly the Area 51. The disasters that are coming, they, the military, I’m sorry, the government knows about them. And there’s a lot of safe areas in this world that they could begin moving the population to now. They are not! They want those major population centers wiped out so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable."

Death, Death to you all

2003-07-21T16:09:00.000-03:00

supposedly to summarize, life there is no such thing as death life is an illiusion within the imagination of ourselves. absolutely nothing, reincarnation, heaven, hell, utopia, sirus, time shifting, looparound. these are what will happen when you die...is there is such thing as death. i've don't ever remember dying. if our concoiousness is nothing more then the thought of a higher being then perhaps that higher being is nothing more then a thought with an even higher being, and that even higher being nothing more then a thought in this blog... maybe i've already written this...maybe you've already read this. did you start dying the minute you were born? or did you start living? or is this simply a pit stop? regardless you'll learn and be taught maybe things, somethings you'll remember, somethings you'll forget and somethings you'll be reminded. there are some situations that we will remember...differently, my view when compared to your view may have a few differences. how ever it's the exact some event. very odd how history has such a bizzare way of twisting itself among sociaty. is it possible we all have our differents past of events as we all different futures. the only thing that remains constant for all is this moment riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight NOW! So the next level of life...could be different for everyone, exactally the same, somewhat familiar or non existant. if some one religious is scared of death....they aren't religious at all.

before it's too late

2003-07-19T16:13:00.000-03:00

i promise to not do or start doing whatever it is that i didn't/did do. rather than taking the path to the right, or the path to the light, i will make my own path. some day i well be nothing more then a figure in old photographs and a memory for those who will remember me. i don't really worry about leaving a legacy behind, nor taking one with me. in the end i will leave everything behind, for my journey has only room one. departure date is unknown, and i guess that's part of the great mystery of life. although some people forgot that we are all people, all made from the same fabric, there are no races, no religions, no believes, no light, and no pain. only illusion. see things for how they are, before your journey begins. and the destination is unknown. that's what separates us. the supposed answers to the answerless questions. some one but something in a jar, and covered the jar and sealed it tight, and wrapped it up. some one die before telling anyone what they put in the jar. yet everyone seems to know the answer. odd, although the paths of life are different, they all lead to the same location. the scenery and people are different, the pylons are in different location, and the horses may travel slower, but the unknown destination is all the same, we have all come from the same place and we will go to the same place. i'm nothing more then you, you nothing more then me. anyway do yourself a favor, the next time your going to take a break, TAKE A BREAK, mediate with your thoughts, or when you say you need to get away from it all GET THE HELL AWAY and don't come back. one life one chance.

if having a million dollars would make all your worries go away your wrong. millionaires worry everyday. they worry about losing it. you have nothing to lose. don't worry. live.

are you brainwashed?

2003-07-16T15:42:00.000-03:00

well today britney spears "changed" to a new image...why? well, she needs money, your money. your hard earned money that you get for going to that job you hate going too, everyday. so you stopped buying her image so she changed it. lets look at another sell out shall we...how about...shania twain, her first album bombed, (no not shania, yes shania) here's why, the cover of the album is her wearing a big coat, standing next to a dog. there's 3 things wrong with this. you can't see her body, you can barely see her face and a dog? for her second album, she was destined to make an impact. close up of her face, that's all, just the face. sold millions and millions. what was everyone bying? her face or her album? what's next? less and less cloths, (christina aguilera) some fancy dance moves taught by some one else, singing songs that require talent then she could ever posse.

so the common factors are, looks, body, gossip, no talent, and your money. britney's a virgin? who the hell cares? i got better things to do like warn people before they buy another one of their albums. but it's not just these, there's more...their everywhere the boy bands, look at milli vanilla, didn't even sing the songs that some one else wrote for them, and look at all the money you gave them

are you brainwashed? if you watch tv you very well may be. ads are your worst enemy, buy this! you need this! normal people buy this! you want this! remember if it doesn't have that little niky check, don't buy ware it, rip it off you body and burn it. commercials arenâ€™t informing of new products they are trying to get you to buy theirs â€“ remember this!

colin farrell, who's that? thatâ€™s hollywoodâ€™s newest gimmick for getting your cash. last month it was vin diesel remember him? watch what you wanna watch, if you love movies you don't need to watch it because leonardo dicaprio is in it.

stop wasting your time with the gossip of their lives, because when it all comes down to eye level all you know about them is what they sold you. they sold out long before you even heard of them, they sold their souls to make a record and then you bought it.

hollywood wants your money. don't give in, make your own choices, this is your only chance at this life RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, make it count, this is NEVER going to happen again, be yourself. please, try to keep this in mind at all timesâ€¦thank you

"All you read and wear or see and hear on tv Is a product begging for your fatass dirty dollar so shut up and buy my new record send more money" - MJK

The Duke

2003-07-15T14:40:00.000-03:00

i was out for a coffee with my two buddies. we hung out at the coffee shop for a good hour, watching the traffic go by, talking about the traffic going by and trying various other method of passing time. yo! i'm ready to go. and that rhymes, i've been ready to go now for awhile, maybe a good hour or so. we were talking, rambling, and joking about everything we could think of at the time. dan, my driver, dug his keys out and suggested we leave. i concurred and stood up, tom, without comment duplicated my actions and we headed for the door. we got into the car, only a 2 door, all black, no hub caps. that's all you need to know about the car. i sat in the back, easier to enjoy the ride back there, didn't know where we were going, but we were going somewhere. dan asks "so did she go back to walmart?" tom didn't reply, and dan pulled his eyes from the road and gazing at me.
"wha, who,?" was i being talked too?
"your girl friend, is she going to go back to work at walmart?"
then without a thought i replied "yeah" but what was i agreeing too? but what were we talking about? i don't know anyone who worked at walmart, my girlfriend shops there but everyone goes at some time or another. dan burst into laughter tom without comment duplicated his actions.
"i mean no, but she is going back to return the plates" she never work at walmart, dan knew this.
dan says to tom "see how easy that was, just like that". i got the impression that dan and my conversation was actually a sub-conversation of him and tom up there in the front seat. i was the entertainment. tom still laughing.
dan added, "i heard she was a robot"
i then replied in defense of my absent girlfriend "no that was just a rumor" i hoped it was, but where would someone hear such a thing? "where'd you hear that? whose your source? whose your source of information? whose your leader?"
tom finally broke his silence and answered "the godfather"
this is the part when dan says "yeah the godfather, he wants to see you so we're taking you to see him."
"why does he want to see me? and why is he getting you guys to bring me in? you guys his slaves or something? or you owe him a favor?"
dan turned and said "okay the way it works is, you got your mob usually about 10 to 12 people. then you got your cartels and businesses, each could have up to sixty people or so. when one of the members of the mob leave, they promote from within. some get to move up the ladder."
"oh"
tom then got this idea "see what you need is a council"
"i do?"
"yeah, people that know enough to help you out" dan added.
tom continued "we could be your council"
i thought about it for a second "so you guys want to be on my council?"
"or we could have a committee" tom added
"you guys wanna do that then?"
dan, tom and i agreed. there was a bit of senseless negotiation right here, all i know about committees was that they always had a president...all i needed was a bit of silence, and there was - i yelled "PRESIDENT! I CALLED IT"
the mood in the room changed, you could feel it changing, well if we were in a room, which we were, well kinda, this room had seatbelts
"lets say...about...for presidency...i think you need to be elected. we should go the other way. royalty." i wasn't sure who said this, it might have been me, or dan anyway then i think me or tom then said "well i can't be king, it's not in my blood"
after that being said, i know this for sure, Tom was looking right at me i could see the hope in his eyes "you can be the duke" this changed EVERYTHING! a smile crossed my face around the mouth area
"that's right, anyone can be a duke."
"so it's settled? dave's the duke and we're on the committee" tom said
"i don't know? what you think duke?" dan asked.
"i don't know, is there a switch or a button, to turn it off and on?" we searched for a minute
"well, i guess we'll worry about that later. okay we'll do the duke thing. so why's the does the godfather want to see me?"
"what the hell are you talking about, we're gonna go watch the godfather" dan said. "where the hell did you think we were going?" dan asked
"i don't know? can we watch one of the sequels?" i asked.
"sure, you're the duke." tom said to me, then turned to dan and asked "we can watch one of the sequels eh?"
we drove into the darkness as the sun had already set.

Fun with Math

2003-07-13T12:41:00.000-03:00

Life itself as we know it is inextricably interwoven with geometric forms, from the angles of atomic bonds in the molecules of the amino acids, to the helical spirals of DNA, to the spherical prototype of the cell, to the first few cells of an organism which assume vesical, tetrahedral, and star (double) tetrahedral forms prior to the diversification of tissues for different physiological functions. Our human bodies on this planet all developed with a common geometric progression from one to two to four to eight primal cells and beyond

patterns and designs are everywhere, i keep finding them. or are they finding me? is the sphere an ultimate expression of unity, completeness, and integrity? There is no point of view given greater or lesser importance, and all points on the surface are equally accessible and regarded by the center from which all originate. Atoms, cells, seeds, planets, and globular star systems all echo the spherical paradigm of total inclusion, acceptance, simultaneous potential and fruition, the macrocosm and microcosm. let keeping going shall we.

one pattern found is the fibonacci Sequence. fibonacci was an old guy, very smart, dead, but not forgotten. the sequence is as follows: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987, 1597.... starting with 0 and 1, each new number in the series is simply the sum of the two before it. this pattern is easy, and can be found everywhere

The squence
0+1=1
1+1=2
1+2=3
2+3=5
3+5=8
5+8=13
8+13=21
- the sum of any ten consecutive Fibonacci numbers is divisible by 11
- every third Fibonacci number is divisible by 3, every fourth is divisible by 5
- every sixth is divisible by 8, etc. (divisors being Fibonacci numbers).
- consecutive Fibonacci numbers have no common divisor other than 1.
- reverse the sequence to find PHI
- when charted forms a spiral
- difference between the ratio of each number...PHI

the sequence in relation to PHI
0/1= 0
1/1= 1
1/2= .5
2/3= .667
3/5= .6
5/8= .625
8/13= .615
13/21= .619

the further you keep going the closer you get to PHI. PHI = .618033988749894848204586834365638117720309180... and of course phi can be used to compute the Nth number in the Fibonacci series.

PHI = the Golden Section = Golden Mean = Golden Ruler = Golden Ratio = Divine Proportion = a ratio or proportion defined by the number Phi = 1.618033988749895...

PHI is a lot like PI. both numbers have no end and both numbers have no pattern. PI equals about 3.14159265358979323846264338327950288419716939937511...phi and pi are the 2 most strangest and most important numbers. both have no pattern, and seem to be a string of infinte numbers which tend to on forever. again both have no pattern. phi = 1.618033988... and pi = 3.141592654... both numbers have up to 1.2411 trillion digits so far, and it keeps going. looking for a pattern. it took 500 million before the sequence 0123456789 appeared.... every possible attempt has been made to find a pattern...still no pattern. Calculating the digits to millions of decimal places is now used to test computers for bugs in hardware and software (which is how Intel's Pentium found a chip bug a few years ago).

If you prefer to calculate Pi the old fashioned way, you're not alone. Hundreds of clubs have been formed to celebrate and calculate the ratio, many of which require a good deal of sequence memorization in order to join. The current world record for pi memorization was made in 1995, when a Japanese man recited 42,000 digits from memory in just over nine hours.

if you don't have a calculater...you can find these numbers everywhere, in architecture, in art, your human body, DNA, credit cards, Click here to see the sprials

Divided by Egos

2003-07-12T14:43:00.000-03:00

all too often the ticks, leaches, and predators seem to over come all natural laws of life so they can pursue one thing. brainwashed by our government? not really they are nothing more then people like you and i would happen to be there some one needed some one to be at that time. i stayed here, so did you, some one had to be there. government is nothing more then a blanket that can be put over your eyes like a warm face cloth at the barber shop. it feels really good and safe under that warm damp towel come to think of it, my mom's womb was like that too, now look where i am. anyway when that warm damp towel comes off some one you don't know - who you just gave money to - is about to hack and slash your face, just like that doctor who dragged me out and spanked me for no reason, and we are okay with this. this is natural. this is what you have be trained to believe is normal. the only dysfunctional family on the block is the one that's least like yours. just remember when it gets dark go to bed (this is called bedtime) - when you get up eat (this is called breakfast). be sure to watch lots of tv in between these times. there's so much you need to know. so much stuff they want you to buy. go back to sleep everyone. they are in control. you know everything you need to know in order to wake up in the morning. you know exactly what they want you to know. no more. eat, sleep, consume, buy.

your going to go to bed tonight and wake up and do it all over again...because you want too? the only reason your going to work is because everyone else is. if they stopped you wouldn't have to go to work. some people are making a fortune and are able to buy buy buy everything. why this is the most important aspect of this persons life is beyond me. Ego, the one thing that separates us all. mine vs. yours. there is no ours anymore.

the bad news? there's always bad news...if not there wouldn't be any good news. these people have no idea but we are all going to the same place. everyone is traveling. always although our motives and backgrounds are different, we are all connected right here on earth. lets break this down. infinity - universe - galaxy - milky way - earth - continent - country - region - county - city - neighborhood - street - house - room - body - DNA - atom... atoms can't be created, nor destroyed (without a really big bang) atoms = matter everything can be broken down into matter. so we are all the same. perception is always different though. our planet is orbiting around the sun which is orbiting around ? either we are traveling on this planet going somewhere or merely existing here for a reason of divine uttermost importance just simply begins to separate us from each other, EGO you are no more then the people you avoid, the people you love.

Crazy Dave's 10 guides
- you do not have to go to work today - quit your job do something you want to do instead of being so negative - be positive
- eat when you are hungry - it'll keep you healthy
- sleep when you are tired - everyone needs a rest
- question authority - everything is for a reason, do you know that reason
- stop watching TV - this is how they want you to act
- brand names don't exist - this is what they want you to buy
- stop buying - when you die it all stays here and people fight over it
- remind your parents where they came from - everyone forgets
- you don't need to kill anything - there's enough killing in the world
- don't believe ANYTHING - you are who you are, I am who I am, don't believe anything on my blog either, nothing in this blog is true and that's exactly the way it is.

"so familiar and overwhelmingly warm, this one, this form i hold now. embracing you, this reality here, this one, this form i hold now, so wide eyed and hopeful. we barely remember who or what came before this precious moment, we are choosing to be here right now. hold on, stay inside this body holding me, reminding me that i am not alone. this body makes me feel eternal, all this pain is an illusion." -- MJK

the night i hit Schroeder's cat

2003-07-09T14:41:00.000-03:00

the other night i was traveling from destination a to destination b, the reason of the venture i can't reveal, and the identities of the parties involved i must keep secret, for reasons that i can't say. means of travel - automobile, it was quite a lengthy drive and i wanted to be sure to get there.

as a mild mannered citizen living in a corrupt society, i made sure i was doing the speed limit. maybe a bit over, sometimes under, but acceptable and drive worthy nonetheless.

everything was going fine, or, another word to describe how the drive was going, great. the stars were out, and the scenery was beautiful that is until i got to the forest. the background turned into an 80s style cartoon, i drove by the same tree several times that night. no cars on the road until i caught up to one, not sure how, i was after all doing the speed limit. this guy was different, to him the speed limit was a bit to much to handle, he needed to go slower, so he did, about 5km under the limit but, acceptable and drive worthy nonetheless.

oh what's going on now, he's slowing down? but for what reason, everything was going so well, he braked early and signaled early, turned late. i had to make up those seconds that i just lost, i resumed to normal driving speeds, that have been limited by laws within our society, i am after all just a mild mannered citizen living in a corrupt society, please, keep this in mind at all times. that same tree that i was passing was giving me the illusion that i wasn't really going anywhere, i seemed to be caught in a loop, i needed a change, it was time for a change now. i changed the only thing i could change, the only variable under my control, music. while changing the cd BAM!!! A CAT holy shit, (this is the part were the next 30 seconds were extended to 4 minutes). am i gonna hit the cat? is the cat gonna stop? should i stop? is the cat gonna make it? i knew the cat was thinking all the same questions. the few differences though, between me and the cat, one is the car, oh and i have thumbs. i didn't want to take a life, not today anyway.

the cat appeared like a bolt of lightning from the opposite site of the road, he was running pretty fast. then he stopped, then he starting running, then stopped again. meanwhile i was in the car playing ‘can I make’ brake, then gas, then brake then gas, then brake again. I realized at the last minute that i wasn't gonna hit the cat an resumed at regular speeds, unfortunately the cat realized at the last minute that he wasn't gonna get hit and continued running, we both continued our paths and those paths collided. i hit the breaks pretty hard and tried to stir out of the way, the only place to move was the opposite side of the road. mind you it didn't matter a this point, sometimes, a seconds notice is just not enough. further more. in shock, i came almost to a complete stop and the car was slowing down, at this point i was extremely happy that i had relieved myself before leaving for this trip otherwise, well that goes without saying. i was searching in the rear view mirror for the remains of the cat. hummm, nothing. no remains, no blood stains, was there really a cat? or did i just think of the cat? there had to have been. yeah there had to have been a cat i distinctly remember the ‘thud’ when it hit me or when I hit it. it appears the cat is stuck under the car, could he be alive, for a moment it seems that once again i end up in the parallel universe of Schroeder's’s cat. in one the cat is dead in the other the cat is alive but which of these universes am i in? THERE’S THE CAT!, and he's ok, there he goes limping off into the wild. tonight his life would be changed forever. tonight i made a difference.

i continued my quest resuming speeds acceptable to the law and passing that same tree, i finally changed the music COPS! again! am i going the speed limit? aaa okay good, they shouldn't be looking for me, i least i hope not. nope, not my turn tonight. they were looking for some one else after all i am just mild mannered civilian living in a corrupt society. shortly after i had another run in with a feline, this time it was coming out from my side of the road, i wasn't quite that far up the road yet, he was going make it across, safely.

i finally arrived at point b. no one was there. i wasn't sure of the time and i wasn't sure if i was late or early. i waited a few minutes and trekked my way back to point a.

i went a completely different direction and before things went back to normal i made it to an intersection gas bar on corner and a drive thru coffee shop on the other, i was turning right, i had too, that's the way i needed to go. some one honked, the car across from me flashed it's lights, i turned right, and wondered about the honking and this light flasher. what was the meaning of this? more honking. did these people know something i didn't? was there pieces of cat all over the front of my car? were they trying to help me, worn me, COPS? maybe the cops are around, i don't see any. maybe i got a flat tire, nah must be blood or something from the cat...wait the cat survived, i saw him limping away...or did i? did i all of a sudden cross over to the other parallel universe that i created earlier?

i often wonder what would have happened that night if that guy had not been going so slow, what the outcome of this evenings journey would have been like

Sirius

2003-07-08T18:43:00.000-03:00

have you ever heard of the sirius star? me neither until the other day. apparently the egyptians, aztecs, iranians and dogons (small tribe that still exists in africa since 200 bc) all know about the sirius star. without the use of telescopes how could they all know about these stars which were not charted till the beginning of 1800. coincidence. definitely well maybe not. lets look at just how stupid the egyptians were big huge pyramids, the aztecs has temples as well, very similar to the egyptians only one piece doesn't fit, one group was in africa and the other in america. i don't know about back then but today it quite the swim. back to sirius, the dogon tribe had called it 'Digitaria star' which means densest and tiniest of stars in our galaxy. too bad that once sirius was found it was revealed not to be the smallest star, it is actually very large though and very bright, and apparently it's getting brighter, much later a second star was discovered near sirius...called sirius B, it was really hard to see though probably because it's so far away but also because it's so dull, apparently it extremely hot as well. oddly enough sirius b is a white dwarf star...and so is the planet we live on now. it almost the same size but the gravity force and density are totally off the scale. so how in the world did these accent civilizations know about these stars? sirius a and b orbit each other about 1 every 50 years, but they don't always stay in the same place, the sirius system is moving, the neat thing is that their orbit path resembles human DNA (like a spiral). some nuts on the net say that our star system and the sirius star system will meet and merge around the 2012, this is the same year that the dogon and muslim calendar ends. hope this causes lot of questions confusion, headaches and panic.

Peace Officers

2003-07-07T15:23:00.000-03:00

okay here's my recent encounters with the cops lately:

3 weeks ago, no license, no registration, no proof of insurance, an outstanding parking ticket, oh and i was speeding about 30km over the limit....and he knew this because he was approaching from the opposite direction and was able to determine that the velocity of an object in motion in relation to a stagnant object which could then be the constant of a second object in motion. he asked for all the stuff and when i couldn't produce the requested paper work the questions started. "why aren't they in the car" i must have taken them out when i cleaned the car" "why were you cleaning the car?" "it was dirty???" anyway he gave me a fine for not showing my license to a peace officer.

the next day, while talking on my cell phone i cut a cop off, he was on a motorbike, he was pissed...he pulled me over so he could yell at me...I still didn't have my license, registration, or proof of insurance in the car, and outstanding parking ticket still unpaid.

friday night, driving to sobeys to pickup a friend from work, i'm going about 20km over the speed limit and them BAM! the lights are flashing behind me, I pulled over but he flew right passed me and the rush slowly left my body - it was an awesome feeling. three more times that night while 'just driving' around i ended up in front of a police car about 4 times, the last time was a ghost car when I was driving my buddy home, right behind me 'COPS!' i screamed and my buddy started to freak out, looking in the mirrors and stuff. i kept telling him it was the cops and to stop looking but he just kept looking, then i totally lost my brains talking about how he's in the Schrödinger’s cat universes, in one universe the car behind us is a cop in the other universe it's a normal car, and i just kept going off, finally he asked me 'what the hell is going on?' i said "i'm tripping out cause your stuck between two parallel universes, sitting there next to my body driving a car HOLY SHIT I'M DRIVING!! AND THE COPS ARE BEHIND ME!!"

saturday night
driving home - i'm driving down the road make a left turn...not sure what the limit is but i wanna be safe, i start to notice that the car that was in front of my is almost no longer in view and a car out of nowhere is coming from behind - i concluded i was going to slow so started to speed up DAMN there's light flashing in the rearview mirror, the car behind me was the cops. well at least i have my license with me this time, so i pulled over, and to my surprise he flew past me.

oh almost forgot saturday night before that cop went flying past me, there was a road block, cops where checking plates and stuff, when that cop turned his lights on behind me i thought it was the guys from the road block and they had finally caught up to me...after he flew past me, he flew by the car that was in front of me, then turned his lights off, it was weird. i thought they were fucking with my head and gonna trap me at the last minute...but i think they changed their minds.

Dreaming in a multiverse of colour

2003-07-05T15:57:00.000-03:00

I got a headaches from banging my head against the wall to keep going on this train of thought. everyone living in a parallel multiverse. (multiverse - a collection of possible universes, each obeying different natural laws, of which our universe is only one.) just like thinking a thousand thoughts at once, like i'm in another universe writing the exact same thing, give or take a minute or 2. hey ever wonder if deja-vu is merely a transmission receive to you by yourself from another parallel universe...this could be how we get that "seen this happen before". but how? you can't see it happen before it happens, so maybe your not seeing things and this did happen just in a totally different universe. almost like the 2 universes (this one and some other one) overlapped for a short period of time and causes a "tracing" effect. one being the paper and other being the copy, the time difference could be a result of sleeping in, or waking up earlier, or wearing grey socks instead of white socks. oh and dreams what if all dreams are signals from us within other realities/dimension/universe, maybe our selves in other realities have dreams that are like movie clips from THIS reality. i got a book at home that suppose to give you insight and meaning to your dreams...since a got this book i realized there are 2 types of people:

1- people that have dreams
2- people that don't dream but think they do...because everyone else does "umm did i dream last night?? yeah i must have"

i believe the book, but my belief is limited. i looked up phone in the book, it said i was gonna find something out that i have been WAITING to find like the mystery is solved, oh this is based on that fact that i don't know who was on the phone or what they said, apparently if I knew who was one the phone it would have something to do with that person or similar relation to my life (like if it was my boss it could be anyone in a position of authority in my life) so maybe everything is connected, maybe me dave is connected to all the 'other' dave's (me dave) of the other parallels, and sometimes our paths cross and our dreams get crossed signals. ever have dreams where it's like you watching yourself?

"in the beginning, god said the four-dimensional divergence of an antisymmetric, second rank tensor equals zero, and there was light, and it was good."

That's twice now

2003-07-02T14:28:00.000-03:00

well it happened again last night....all of a sudden i got the feeling that i originally existed long time ago. during that time i had tried to image what mortal life would be like, what it feels like to hurt, be hurt, love and experience all other emotions. everything is all part of a pattern that I once imaged and mapped out...everyone and everything is merely matter or formilar pieces to an unknown puzzle molded into something to keep each other company. everything that happened before us existence was simply a story shared by everyone to distract them so they could get the perception that they are real and they have thoughts and they do exist, and life is not meaningless. i was once god, and so where you we were all the same god.....everyone else around us, living and experiencing our lives individually. When I get to death's door, no one will exist on the other side. Same when you die...I and everyone else will no longer exist only you and a universe of matter and energy with infinite possibilities. all this has happened to us all before, at the exact same time, and will happen over and over. when it stops we'll all be one again