I was thinking about curse words. I wasn’t thinking them–I was merely thinking about them. One thought came to me the most prominently, and is the only one I can remember now: who decides what is a curse and what is not?
Well, you can blame who you want. But I blame the government. Why?
The medium through which people learn the most curse words is through the media. The media sometimes contain swear words, and these words are then controlled and omitted by the FCC which is run by the government. Thus, the government controls what we label as “curse” words. Curse words are now, mostly, means of ridding ourselves of anger anyway. Come to think about it, they’re just separate words for sex and poop. Hah.
Yes; I thought these thoughts, then I realized that these ideas that I had, like all the others I’ve put down on my blog, are premature and require more thought before anything can happen with it.
In other words, since a fully-developed idea is the most resilient parasite, all of my ideas are nothing.
Sorry “non” but I’m tired. And I’m going to apologize firsthand and say that whatever’s on this post is not my fault in any way, shape or form. This is a throwdown (there’s a cleaner word for it) of my recent thoughts.
I came up with this theory that games developers have the test called the “3AM test.” The test determines whether the game will decrease or increase in fun if played at 3AM. I thought of this theory because I’ve been up at 3AM a lot so far during the summer. Boy, it’s surprising how boring games are during the day, yet they’re so fun in the middle of the night when I’m half asleep. I’m not playing right now because if I started I wouldn’t stop until about six or seven. And I need my sleep.
[insert usual rant about society going downhill]
Here’s another thought I thought of when I was thinking about things to think about: art is merely recreation. Visual art is recreation of reality, or of something thought of in your mind. That’s usually how it is, anyway. Auditory art is recreation of something that someone (the composer) thought up and put down on paper. Well actually, we could argue that art is the recreation of things made by other people (like buildings) but then that goes into the area of creationism and then religion and I don’t really want to argue about that in this post.
My right index finger has a flat area on it. And that’s because I click my mouse probably around a billion times every two weeks.
Video games are losing their appeal for me. I don’t know why; maybe it’s because I’m beginning to realize that there will be no end, or that no matter how good I get there will always be someone better, or that war is actually pretty meaningless and useless. War breeds hate. Hate breeds war. It’s a vicious, endless cycle. Maybe if the world was ruled by one supreme ruler…………………………………
MGS2 has opened my eyes to the existence of shadow governments. A country run by a group of unknown people while politicians are just there to make people happy.
Just watch it.
Just poll it.
This is what I look like right now.
This is what I’ll look like in an hour.
Lol, the imageshack code is funny. They assume that nobody knows how to read HTML. And I just pwnzorzed it.
I just biked to church. And by “biked” I mean “rode my bike.” I’m at church right now.
So why am I writing this? Because I’m freakin’ pissed off.
Last night, after finding out that I had permission to bike here from home, I looked the route up on Google Maps on my phone. The biking route. It told me it would take an hour or so, taking little back roads that I had never traveled on before. And I trusted it.
So today I left with about three hours leeway. This is pretty much how it went.
1. Leave the house and head toward 99. 2. Disregard all pedestrian safety laws and attempt to cross five lanes of heavy traffic that are moving at approximately 50 mph. (Screw that, I said.) 3. Continue along 99 and take the first left turn at the intersection. 4. Risk your life by going down very steep hill. 5. Continue along the road where the bends are sharp and there are no sidewalks. 6. Turn right and go up big freakin’ hill and cross the bridge that goes over 525. 7. Turn left and go in direction of Alderwood mall. 8. Almost run over two babies and their dad in a baby stroller. 9. Almost get hit about six times by incompetent drivers. 10. Turn on streets where the road signs are impossible to find. (which I didn’t do) 11. Continue past the mall and turn left where Lynnwood Town Hall is. 12. Go until you can’t go any more because of construction, then U-Turn and bike to 44th. (Yes, it told me to U-Turn.) 13. Turn left onto 44th. 14. Stare at big hill in front of you. 15. Climb big hill, get stared at by corner advertisement guy who compliments you on your sunglasses as you leave. 16. Go down slight hill. 17. Bike through a car accident. 18. Almost run over old guy. 19. Try to maneuver around other biker who stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, taking all of it up. 20. Bike up three giant hills. 21. Walk up extremely steep stairs.
I don’t know how serious this sounds. But Google got my hopes up, then shot me down. Then curb-stomped me seven or eight times while I was down there.
That’s what my legs are telling me, anyway.
My mind’s telling me something different: stop trusting Google. Actually, this isn’t the first time it’s let me down. In fact, it’s not the second or third. It’s about the seventh. I don’t know why I keep trusting it.
Here’s a thought.
From this day on. I’m going to use as little of Google as possible.
I’ve gone biking every day for the last three days and honestly it’s really different from jogging. I mean, you’re still going in one direction using your legs to propel you, but the atmosphere is totally different.
For example, since it’s harder to keep control of your bike and body than it is to control just your body, so you have to pay more attention to your surroundings. For this reason I’m afraid to listen to music while I bike. Most of the time when there are multiple cars on the streets, I can’t hear how many cars are behind me, if any.
Also, the way people react to you are really different. When you go out and jog/walk, the other people who are doing the same pass you, give you a friendly nod and at least say “hello” or “how do you do?” I’ve passed maybe 10 other bikers so far, and they’ve only glared at me. But that’s probably just because I ride on the sidewalk. Without a helmet.
Biking is fun. I think I’ll keep it up. Someone open up their home so I have a destination when I go out. T^T
As many of you may or may not know, I gave up piracy on December 29th, 2009. It was a big step for me, and I really felt that God was pushing me to do it. So I did it.
Almost seven months have passed and I haven’t pirated a thing. I’m really proud of myself.
However, recently I’ve been struggling with theft. The real-life kind. I haven’t stolen anything yet; but I have thought about it plenty a time.
I don’t know why, either. It usually just happens absent-mindedly and I catch myself. All I know is that it’s getting more and more serious.
I think the last thing I seriously considered stealing was a video game. And that may have had something to do with the cold-turkey stopping of piracy. Piracy still comes up in my mind too: every time I see a new game, I consider going on tpb and grabbing myself a copy.
But I want to stop this before it gets out of hand. I don’t know how someone would help me stop. I barely know I’m doing it, myself. Someone has to help me help myself stop.