What the hell is "whinging?" I'm seeing people use that word here more and more often. From whence the eff did it come? I understand that it is to mean "whining," but poor spelling is just a sign of a thoughtless troll.

People also need to learn the proper utilization of "there," "they're," and "their." It is not of much difficulty. If something or some group is not possessing some other entity/object and replacing it with "they are" does not make sense, then "there" must be used.

The "dict" command is available and installed on many *nix systems, and yet it seems underutilized.

For a site that prides itself upon its knowledge, and extols the virtues of *nix systems, I find myself boggled that such erroneousness is so prevalent.

I could write a composition detailing all the spelling and grammar errors that would be of equitable length to that of a modern novel.

I apologize for the rant, but the grammar and spelling here is getting worse everyday, which is both frustrating and demoralizing.

I've been spending too much time writing stupid little scripts (and other things that I'm too lazy to link to) over the last few days. I need to get some real work done. I need to earn some money. Money, yes, I remember money. I remember being able to get stuff with it. These days, I just make the lame excuse that I'm a poor college student, ok, so that's not really an excuse, but I'm too lazy to have my employer come around and drop off the checks he owes me. Wait, that doesn't seem right. Oh, that's right, I remember now, I get paid crap.

I should ask Elizabeth out. I know that everyone is going to think she's rather odd, but I don't really care.
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War may be necessary, but it is never justifiable. What would be justifiable would be changing people's lives and ideas into what one believes to be right and truthful. However, the threat that certain people pose to others may necessitate immediate use of force. No war is justifiable, nor will there ever be a justifiable war, not even WWII. Was WWII necessary? Yes, it was to protect the lives of innocent people. Justice would have been convincing the Nazis that what they were doing was wrong, and making them stop without force, but protecting the lives of innocent is a more important issue that can necessitate force.

Was the war in Iraq necessary? I consider myself to be rather liberal, far left standing, but I am not sure. Getting rid of an evil regime that would murder its own people is a compelling reason. The motivations of terror and WMDs seemed to rely on sketchy evidence, at best. Throwing people's lives (the lives of the people of Iraq, in this case) into chaos seems be a compelling reason against the necessity of war. War brings to point the darker sides of human nature, which cannot bring about justice.

In the anime series, Trigun, Vash the Stampede refuses to kill anything, human and non-human alike, even though he himself is superhuman. He grows up with the notion that all life is precious, in stark contrast to his brother Knives' view that only the lives of people like themselves (Vash and Knives, who are in every manner superior to humans) are worth saving. Knives' motto is to "kill the spider to save the butterflies," whereas Vash's motto is "all our lives are open [ended]" (or something like that, I do not recall the exact quote.) Vash, ironically, has a $$60 billion bounty on his head, and is well-known to be an ace gunman. He does sport a gun throughout the show, but he always uses it to save the lives of others. His idealism leaves him with large scars all over his body. Knives, on the other hand, lives in secrecy using his henchmen (the Gung Ho Guns) to carry out his plan to destroy humanity (who he considers inferior.) Legato Blue is the top ranked Gung Ho Gun, who, ironically, does not carry a gun, but he does not need to. He has the ability to control people telepathically, and so therefore he can kill people without a gun. He is, arguably, more evil than Knives himself, and is one of the best villains I have seen in any show (second only to Vicious from Cowboy Bebop.)

Redemption and forgiveness seem to be notions lost upon many Christians, in spite of their constant preaching of them. If God gave people their freedom, why can people not give each other freedom? It is one thing to preach the wrongness of a viewpoint or lifestyle, but a wholly separate issue to enforce the Christian lifestyle upon others. They seem hell-bent (no pun intended) on pushing and enforcing their lifestyles and viewpoints upon others.

Brought to you by an organized and (hopefully) grammatically correct flurry of stream-of-conscious thought.

Sort of... Not really. I'm just signing up to a whole bunch of mailing lists. I don't really get any spam, though, and I don't get a whole lot of personal email, so my inbox was rather boring. I'm hoping that the mailing lists I've signed up to (debian-kde, kde-devel, mono-users) will help spice that inbox up a little.

I am a journal, and I am writing. Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff... Muahahahaha! You can't get away from my nonsensical mannerisms.

Anyway, I still want to write some story about aliens and stuff. I just don't know what I want to write. Well, they really wouldn't be aliens, but rather us, humans, from the future, only we, humans of today, know nothing of that. That's my theory in a nutshell...a pistachio nutshell that is, not a peanut nutshell because I don't like peanuts.

Sometimes I somehow realize that I've written stuff in places that I really didn't wish to write that stuff in...

I'm having that realization right now...

...got modded up to five, but now it's back down to three. And all I did was rant. I really didn't expect to have any responses, or even moderation points from it, I just felt like ranting. Its strange that people even bother reading such flamebait. I usually ignore it, even as moderator.

I have this constantly nagging feeling in me and it won't go away. No, it goes away when I'm with a girl. I feel better when I'm with women. I'm not sure why.

If that doesn't happen, then I always feel it. Yeah, maybe I need a girlfriend, but why can't I just ignore this feeling. It doesn't matter what I do to distract myself, it's always there. This constant feeling of loneliness, emptiness. Not even writing about it helps right now.

Why is it that the things that you hate are the things you are really good at? That doesn't make any sense to me. I hate politics, partly because it's too easy for me, as is philosophy.

However, the things I like are the things I'm not that great at, for example, soccer. I love soccer, but I've never been that good at it. I made my high school's varsity soccer team my senior, but I didn't my junior year. Once I was on the team, I admittedly didn't contribute much to it.

Do I just dredge through my one time at life? Que sera, sera? With that out look, how can people look at life and say it's so beautiful?

Perhaps life isn't about doing what you're best at? Perhaps I'm placing too much emphasis on how good I am at something? I have a hard time doing something if I know I'm not doing that well in it though.

What's the point though? I've done this type of reflection a million times over. Why haven't I found the answer to these questions yet?

My ideas for a new form of democracy relies on a few premises:

• The masses cannot be trusted to protect the minority, and so thus cannot be trusted to be without government.
• The government cannot be trusted to govern fairly and justly (part of governing justly requires swift action.)
• Firms in oligopolies and monopolies cannot be trusted to not abuse their economic power.

So how does one resolve this issue? I'll have to answer that in another journal.

I realized today what it is I missed from what college students were ten years ago.

I want to be a part of that, but I'm too young, I missed it, the days of when college students were the vanguards of society, the ones who brought about political and social change. Not the hippie days of yore, but rather the collegiate enlightenment of when we we were all shocked by Tiananmen Square, were going to keep the US from collapsing in on itself due to its mass capitalism, and generally make the world a peaceful place.

Today, college students are stung by the disease of apathy and carelessness. "Each to his/her own agenda," or so goes the saying. What happened to the excitement of creating a new economy in which no one is poor? What happened to saving the Long Beak Echidna? What happened to all of that? Are things so bad that we no longer feel we can do anything about it?

Perhaps we need to start a movement to go against this trend of apathy. We will save the world by bringing back the excitement of yore, but making sure we are the vanguards of current topics. I want to feel rebellious again without the violence. I want the excitement of bringing about legislation that would change the world.

I do not want to just drink it all off, sex myself up, and ignore it all any more, because then history will forget us. I do not want my generation to be forgotten. I want to tell my kids that I was a part of something world transforming.

I was sitting in my Intro. to Gov. class today, and I was trying to figure out the issue of Capitalism's problem of exploiting its working class without having to resort to extreme socialism.

I came up with a system in which a person is allowed to make as much money as he/she wants, but the more money he/she wants, the more accountable he/she for his/her actions.

Hmm, on second thought, I don't want to write about it right now. I'll do so later, I'm too lazy right now.

Ok, so I've learnt my lesson, don't go to college house parties. Wait, didn't I learn this lesson before? I thought I already knew that stupid people go to these functions for the entire purpose of getting even stupider. Asininity ran through my blood for a little bit, but then I decided that I didn't like that.

Now, here's the thing, I turn 21 in a few days, but nonetheless, I think I'll have something to drink. In spite of the fact that I hate to look asinine, I think I'll make an exception for my 21st birthday. I figure I've done it before, why not again?

Ok, so perhaps I'm underestimating the rewards of occasional asininity, but I'm not so sure. I saw some pretty f*cked up stuff tonight.

Here was the thing, the house party I went to was actually one of the better ones, IMHO. My former roommate was there, and he had some really good music. He was also able to keep it, to some degree, civilized, in spite of being somewhat tipsy himself. I'll admit that I had enough to drink to at least lose some of my motor complex, but not much more. Luckily, I just walked there, else had I driven, I'm not sure how I would have gotten back.

I think some of the alcohol is still having some effect.

I am still trying to put all my thoughts together for this book. Coming up with a framework for a story is pretty easy. The details just do not like to pop their heads in. One of my friends works the other way around and I envy him. He can come up with some of the most incredible stories, and even after the bits and pieces are put together, it still makes sense. He is just a great story teller.

Anyway, something that I heard on NPR's Fresh Air got me excited at first, and then disappointed. They had a physicist on, and he was talking about time travel. He believes that it is possible, but it would be very limited. The furthest back in time one could go would be to the point in which the time machine was created. However, I will not let that affect my story.

I will, unlike what I said before, need to explore the consequences of a time traveler telling people of the past where he/she is from. On the other hand, many other stories dealing with time travel already dealt with this topic. I will probably just make it a premise.

I think I am going include some small stories I have come up with before regarding aliens, and also a dream I had of being abducted (I think it was a dream, it was too weird of an abduction.)

I think I will just get the dream written out now so I do not forget to do so.

In my dream, I can remember waking up, and realizing I was essentially paralized. I was not on an alien bed or anything, but rather I was carried by these rather small purple aliens (they were all a little larger than my hand.) We were on the side of a highway (I do not know what highway) and this car started heading our way. It looked like a cop car. The aliens seemed frightened by this for some reason, and so ran (still carrying me) behind this brown van until the car passed. Then they opened up the back of the van and threw me in (ok, so throw is not really the right term for it, but it is the best one I can muster right now.) There was another guy in the van alongside me. The entire time I was not frightened at all, in fact I was a little amused by it all, but this guy was just absolutely frightened. I could not understand it. He was shaking all over, sweating up a storm, and this complete look of terror on his face. I tried to calm hi, but to no avail. Alas, I do not remember the rest of the dream, but I will probably just make up the ending to it.