Random Neurons Firing

Here’s some quick and dirty:

I’m employed… finally.  Been working for about three weeks now.  The job is good and keeps me on my toes, figuratively and literally.  It’s nice to have some income again, and frankly it’s a relief to have something to do during the day that doesn’t involve some clever new way of cleaning the lint from my bellybutton (that only happens on the weekends now).

I’m hopelessly obsessed with Cheapass Games.  Thanks Andy, I’ve managed to unconsciously put this off for two years and now you’ve gone and raped my willpower… you fucked it dry and made it bleed.  Now, OCD-Boy has been unleashed — be ascared, be very ascared.

I have had the opportunity to hang out a bunch with half of the crew who are now living their lives here in A-Town and that makes me very, very happy.  I have also not been hanging out with the other half very much, and that makes me a sad panda.

My 4-Runner was hit from behind and damaged a bit, but since it wasn’t my fault I didn’t have to pay a penny for repairs (oh, and nobody was hurt).  I also was not in the truck at the time and never saw the damage done to it… and frankly my brain has almost managed to erase the whole event because of that.  Weird.

Battlestar Galactica — the new series.  Well done and hurry up with that third fucking season already!

I love Kurt Vonnegut.  Here’s what he has to say about freedom of speech:

"… and ten or more years ago now, when students and some authors were insisting on the right to use any damn words they pleased, this was perceived by many easily frightened people as a form of assault.  They were right.  The primary wish of many free-speech fanatics was, I am certain, to bop prudes around.  That’s always fun.  But something beautiful came out of the legalization of all the funny, endearing, ugly little words.  We were not only free to mention any part of our bodies we damn pleased, thus improving our mental health and our understanding of ourselves to the extent that we are machines.  We were free to discuss anything!  When I learned politeness at my mother’s knee — God rest her soul, God rest her knee — I learned not to offend anyone by discussing excretion, reproduction, religion, or a person’s sources of wealth.  We are free to discuss all those things now.  Our minds aren’t crippled anymore by good taste.  And I can see now all the other more sinister taboos which mingled with sexuality and excretion, such as religious hypocrisy and ill-gotten wealth.  If we are to discuss truthfully what America is and what it can become, our discussion must be in absolutely rotten taste, or we won’t be discussing it at all."

Kurt is a Humanist.  Go figure.

And that’s all I have for the moment.  There may be static on this station for the most part, but every so often a program comes in clear.