The evil riseth

Again in lieu of other emails. Why, me, why? It's easier to speak to no-one than someone. The air is a good listener. Except for during forays into outer space. Yeah - kind of a sparse entity then. Doesn't quite hold sway, no? Yeah - I'll keep that in mind.

I guess underwater too, but then ... there is air ... like in it. So it wouldn't be that bad. Besides, you wouldn't be down there if you didn't have the ability to extract the air from the water. Like nuclear fission. Well - not that drastic, but that'd be interesting - if humans developed/evolved the ability to generate nuclear fission, not the explosive kind, but properly controlled variety. Then people could get jobs as power generators. Like in the matrix, but voluntary. Imagine vast fields and complexes filled with people hooked up to machines to provide power for the world. Voluntary and well-paid of course. With full health and dental and even a pension plan.

"You know, son, I used to be a Generator when I was a teen. It was a great way to make some cash, meet chicks in a chill situation. And it helped get rid of all the excess teen angst. So when I met your mother at the grand old age of 60, after years of rehabilitation, I knew I was ready. Wait till they make a movie about me, eh?"

Perhaps not.

This is like standing at a dark corner at a crossroads in the middle of the night. This isn't a dark corner though - there is a street lamp. But it's empty. With nary a living thing to be seen or heard. But you're waiting. Putting yourself out there in a sense of the word - not waiting for the definite or real. Just for the possibility of what may be.

Is this a brummagem attempt at being philosophical again? Cyrptically pretentious? I'm not too good at telling else I'd stop, or so I like to tell myself.

I tend to have quite a bit to say when I'm drunk or otherwise intoxicated. It's not that I suddenly have grand messages to impart, but purely the desire to be imparting. And it's not that I think that I'm the one and only fool on the planet who does this, but I was attempting to avoid the whole "When one is drunk" kind of analysis that's pointless - tried to give it a bit of character. The personal touch, no? I'd like to listen to people if they have stuff to say, but I'd be lying if I said that I could pay attention to something more longwinded than Humpty Dumpty, even that with the tendency to send me spinning into a swirling maze of madness.

Forgetting a birthday is a horrible thing to do or have done to you. I had the theme in my head a while back for you loyal followers out there, but here it's turned up once more, but with far less positivity to it. There's a guilt that goes along with the error. A shame that's not really accountable or acceptable to shrug off. It's like shaving someone's goat without their permission. It's not going to just grow back like that. It'll take time. Or if you did it badly, never again. I've made the mistake and we'll have to see if I must indeed face the consequences of yet another mistake on my journey.

Belief and faith are funny things as everyone knows. Perhaps not the same thing to be true, but in my head it is. For this .. moment, they inhabit a similar space of meaning. It's like religion - people believe in the most "ridiculous" stuff for whatever reason. Brainwashing (that no religious person will ever agree to ;D ), need, whatever ... I mean when an idea enters the head, it has the power to become so much more. The concept ... that electrical synapses, triggered by what? Another spark? A random event emerging within a brain? A mistake? Like an error in the head that produces the idea that could completely change the course of one's life. That's just bizarre. And it's because of that one spark that my mind is now set. It refuses to change, to see the light that shines in front of my eyes as opposed to the darkness hidden far to the right in the depths of my peripheral vision.

Damn! A pop of blue, but it could not be so ...

This is so familiar. Like waiting in front of a television. Without that intensity, just a random thought. That sticks.

Till the mind falters and moseys along.