So I was watching the latest Kucinich weekly update, and there were a lot of different people in it. I've heard of Bree Walker before, at least the name sounds familiar. Or maybe I'm just imagining that I've heard it before, because "Bree" is pretty common, like Jessica Rose in lonelygirl15, and "Walker" is kind of like "Walker, Texas Ranger" and we all know how popular Chuck Norris is. I can't say I can name a movie that Bree Walker was in. I'll look it up now.

Well, I guess I don't know who she is. I could have sworn I did, though. Anyway, her website reminded me of Andy Williams. His "Most Wonderful Time of The Year" song was playing in the post office last week when I went in to mail something. It would be nice to go out there to see his show sometime, before he dies. There's only one Andy Williams, after all.

I'll be celebrating the New Year in Stormwind on Farstriders. I have various level 70 characters on different servers, but I've been playing on Farstriders lately. Haven't logged in as Astas in a while. Once you hit 70, there's nothing much to do. It's all about the journey, not the destination. I forget what time zone that's in. It's either 3 hours earlier, or 2, or something. I guess before 21:00 I should log in and check, so I'm there when the fireworks show. Or maybe there's nothing planned. I don't know. There were fireworks before. I think it was July 4th, so I'm just assuming that they'd do something for the New Year, but that's verry assumptuous of me.

Things will probably be closed tomorrow. I should maybe get out and maybe order 6 In-N-Out burgers so I have something to eat tomorrow.

I'd better get going, I guess. I guess it's not that craptastic. Just the splash page. I haven't really explored it very much. I'm being quick to judge. I'll check it out in more depth later.

December 25. Most Homo sapiens are mindlessly, dutifully celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, God in human form, who came down to Earth to live amongst us as a human. I'm not sure why. I'll have to look it up sometime. Was it specifically so that he could die and rise from the grave? Or was it to try and spread the word about how we should be nice? Whatever the case is, everybody is celebrating it, whether they believe the whole thing or not. Some of them, I don't think they ever give the real meaning any thought. All they think about is trees with shiny things stuck on them, presents in paper and ribbons, and some fat guy in a red suit who delivers presents based on good behavior. I don't know which is worse.

Whatever. It's besides the point. The point is, I remembered something that I dreamed. It had to do with me having a fresh-born baby in my hands. I don't know why I was the one in charge of this situation, but there it was, in my hands. It was in some sturdy plastic bag. There was no air in there, only some sort of clear, biological fluid. It was like some sort of vacuum-packed product you'd find in the butcher section of the grocery store. So anyway, there was a little area by the anus where the plastic bag had been heat sealed, and there was some excess plastic left over on the end of the seal. I was thinking, was I supposed to cut through the middle of the seal, or was I supposed to cut open the packaging just below the seal, which would expose the new baby to air? But then the baby, who was all prune-like, would dry up, because it was no longer protected by the fluid. Didn't it need the fluid to keep the skin moist?

But then I realized that this baby was supposed to breath air. But it hadn't been moving at all. All this time, it had just been like a pickled meat item, vacuum-packed in fluid and plastic. It showed no signs of life. I poked it. Jiggled it. Nothing. It didn't look alive. It was then that I contemplated finding someone else who might know what was supposed to be happening, but there was no one else around.

This is what I'm talking about: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olHneVKNjFg. "And then, if there was somehow time, in that eight years... to do it or not to do it..."

You have to admit, though, that that was a nice way of telling him to fukk off, and that he didn't give a crap about the issue. This is how Homo sapiens are socialized to behave. If it were me answering that question, and in the same way, I'd just say "Fuk yoo. Marijuana evil. Fuk off and die. Next question."

But then people would say that I was a "bad" person, and they wouldn't vote fore me. All because I have the audacity to be honest and straightforward. People hate that shit. They love to be lied to. Huckee does a pretty good job of being a lying, socialized Homo sapien here, but I don't think he's that good. He's no Scott Peterson.

I've been reading bits and pieces of my Naomi Wolf book, while I'm sitting on the toilet. I haven't found the discipline or motivation to actually read it for real. Interesting bits, I've read.

The latest World of Warcraft patch made it easier to level from 20 to 60, but in order to advance cooking past 275, you need to be able to get fish, either by fishing or finding them in the auction house. I just found this out last night. I guess what I'll do today is obtain the fishing skill and fish for a while.

Some guy at work initiated conversation with me while I was making tea at the coffee/tea station. One of the hazards of going outside my office. He had obtained an HP multifunction device, and was asking about how to get it to work, since he lost the accompanying software. So I tell him that he can go to hp.com, go to the support section, and look for a driver download. It's pretty simple, I tell him. But I figure I'll go one step further. I take him over to a nearby computer and proceed to walk him through the process. Go to hp.com, click on "software and driver downloads", enter the product name and model number, and select your operating system. Do you know which operating system you're using? No.

But this was all too complicated and technical for him. And besides, wouldn't we have to be doing this on his computer, instead of the one we were using? Well, yes. But I was just trying to show you what needs to be done, so that you could do it yourself. It's not that complicated. And then the plane hit. "I just want someone to do it for me."

He had already asked another person about this, and apparently they had offered to help. He had brought in his laptop and multifunction device. I guess he was really just making conversation, or something.

The cut out frames during the fight between Leon and Deckard have always bothered me. I guess when they were filming it, Leon didn't knock the gun away fast enough, so they decided to cut out "just a couple of frames" to make it look better, as if Leon was really fast, with quick reflexes. It would have taken some work to fix all this with computer graphics, but I think we have the technology now. I'm disappointed that nothing was done.

Sometimes I turn the subtitles on, just to imagine what it'd be like to be watching the movie deaf. He says "I want more life, fucker." but it's subtitled as "I want more life, father." I was a bit surprised, when I saw that. I've always heard it as "fucker" not "father". I played it again. It looks like "fucker", not "father". I think a deaf person would be able to tell. The French subtitle says "salaud" which is more like "fucker" than "father" if I remember correctly from my high school class. The Spanish is "padre".

I've heard that the French are more accepting of sex-type stuff. So maybe it's one of those things, where all the repressed Christian moral crusader Americans thew a hissy-fit over the word "fucker" being in an R-rated movie where people are shot, and their skulls crushed, and eyes gouged out. So when they went to subtitle the movie, they changed it to "father" for the Americans who couldn't handle "fucker" but they left in the "salaud" for the French. The Spanish, I don't know much about.

And then for the latest edition, I hear they actually changed the audio from "fucker" to "father". I'll have to watch it later to see. But that sucks. Rutger Hauer would be turning over in his grave. If he was dead, that is. I bet he has something to say about this. So I guess I should enable comments, in case Rutger stops by. So, Rutger, what do you think about this fucker/father issue?

Maybe Ridley has something to say about it.

"Jamie" is her name. Googled pictures. Google now has images in "extra large". Jamie sure wears some "grown up" clothing sometime. But I guess that's the age to do it, when your skin elasticity has not declined, and gravity has not yet taken its toll. I mean, look at her. She's not all that attractive. Oh, she's got the young, healthy look of a biologically fertile female Homo sapien, but in 10 years, you know she's going to have that second chin growing, and wrinkled baggy eyes, and from then on, it'll all be about "turning back the clock" with botox, face lifts, and skin treatments. So this whole negative stigma about her being pregnant at 16, it's all a bunch of socialized crap. Ha, ha, ha. I used "socialized" like a right-winger. But when I say "socialized", I mean something else. It's still meant to be a put down. Socialization is a disgusting process that Homo sapiens subject their younglings to, and then they become "socialized". You're all a bunch of socialized Homo sapiens, you and your socialized expectations and behaviors.

At least she won't have to worry about her kid having fucked up genes, like with Downs Syndrome or anything.

I'm almost over my cold. It actually feels good, getting over a cold. I mean, of course it does. But it's sort of like a reboot. Sometimes I think it's good just to do a restart. I'm not sure. It might be an invalid analogy, because my system hasn't really restarted. Or has it? Maybe the cold viros went through my body and killed off a bunch of other illegal aliens that had invaded and took residence. They weren't really causing any outright havoc, just quietly consuming resources. It certainly feels like I've got some sort of a fresh start. Or maybe it's just my imagination.

I went to the book store after work. I read some of my new love interest, Naomi Wolf's book. It's supposed to arrive tomorrow, but I couldn't wait. It isn't as exciting as watching her talk about the book on youtube. But I've watched enough videos too see that it isn't that she's so quick and witty. It's just that she says the same thing over and over again. It's like the presidential candidates. They just say the same things, over and over and over again. But that's the way it is, I guess. There's only so much you can say, before you're just repeating yourself. Sometimes I feel like that.

Shower time.

Super Mario Galaxy for Wii. Winter Solstice is not for a little while, but she sent me something in the mail anyway. I had mentioned that I had seen that Super Mario Galaxy appeared to be a hot selling game for the Wii. She was looking to get something for my nephew. I had no intention of getting it, myself. So I guess she felt that it would be a safe choice to get me. Something that I wouldn't have already gotten.

I've played it a little bit. Maybe an hour. Initial impression: can't skip though cut scenes. Can't save except at checkpoints. When you do hit a save point, you are asked if you want to save, yes or no. If you accidentally hit "no", guess what? You're screwed. You have to play to the next checkpoint, wherever that might be, or else lose your progress from the last time. This happened to me the first time.

All these cut scenes. What is this, a book? If I wanted to read a book, I'd read Flowers For Algernon. Besides, it's always the same. Running around, jumping, shooting, collecting. Only the pretense changes, and it's ultimately inconsequential, what that is. When it comes down to it, all you're doing is running, jumping, shooting, collecting.

Kind of like porn. Porn with a plot? Get real. But I understand that this is a popular concept with female Homo sapiens. That's the way they are. They like a little fabricated justification with their actual content.

So, I got stuck shortly after the failed save point. I don't know what you're supposed to do, so I'm just running around, looking for what magic action I'm supposed to take. I quit after a few minutes of that. But now I'm up for another try. I've turned it back on, and I've made it past all the preliminary bullshit introduction stuff. It's probably like many other things - you hate it at first, but then you grow a fondness for it. I hear anal sex is like that.

I've ordered it, as well as that other book by that other Naomi. Should come in Wednesday. I probably should have gone to the bookstore and paid cash for it. Don't want to get on the watch list.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/mpd/permalink/mE71OGVN2PXYZ:m3JJK512BA1QPM

I'm taking the day off. I slept most of the morning and afternoon. Still sweating, that "getting over sickness, in-bed" sweatiness. Sneezing. It wouldn't be very nice of me to endanger the well-being of the people I work with, to go in, just because I need to save the sick day. I don't know how many I get a year. I think it's 5 or something.

I tried some soups at the Chinese restaurant Saturday. Pretty good. Sounds good right about now. I think I'll go get some. I wonder how the Chinese restaurants are in Canada.

http://www.youtube.com/greeting_view?s=PQs6HuL5t0Q&p=F457E0AC2DB8BF53

Naomi Wolf. Naomi is a pretty name. Sounds Japanese, like sushi. She looks up. I think that's sexy. Thinking Homo sapiens turn me on. She talks good. I don't talk as good as that. Or well. I think it's supposed to be "well", not "good". I know you're supposed to put the commas and periods inside the quotation marks, because that's the way "it's done" except when it's a question mark, and then it's supposed to follow logic. I just prefer to use logic all the time.

Tired. Bookmarked for later: http://bulletin.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=141219

She's from San Francisco. I'm in San Francisco. We have something in common. I wonder if she will move to Canada with me.

I don't know how it is in other countries, but I hear that other countries are different in a lot of ways. I suspect that in some more advanced countries, sick, contagious people tend to stay at home where they cannot infect all of their coworkers. Maybe that's what those Chinese people wear the masks for.

Anyway, I've got a sore throat. It was earlier in the week that I saw the sick salesperson at the coffee/tea station. She was getting tea, and I was making a pot of my Good Earth Sweet & Spicy tea from Costco. I could tell she was sick, because she had that "sick" look and looked like she could use an antihistamine. I don't recall if she sneezed, or what. But you could definitely tell.

In the middle of the day, I started feeling tired, and my throat started feeling compromised. Now my throat is pretty sore, and my eyes are stingy and watery. My nasal passages feel sensitive, burning, dry. It's all her fault. But she's not entirely to blame, because it's the culture of this society. If you're sick, you go to work, because you're supposed to be tough. Fuck the impact you might have on other people and the people they live with. You're not them, so why should you care? What, do you thing this is socialism? Fuck other people. If you're miserable, you should make other people miserable too. That's the spirit of competition. Being considerate is a sign of weakness.

But maybe I'm making a bigger deal about it than it really is. People get sick. Perhaps they can't be expected to stay away from others. I was thinking of maybe going and getting a burger at In-N-Out. If I don't wash my hands before then, and then press on the ketchup dispenser lever, that could possible result in the spreading of this cold. If I were being considerate, I'd wash my hands, and maybe use a napkin to press on the lever. It would also protect me from other Homo sapiens' germs. But maybe some of the employees are sick. I should really just stay in. I've got cheese and bread in the refrigerator. I think I need more chips though, because I'm down to a quarter of a bag or so. Got to have my chips and salsa. Salsa is probably a good thing to eat when you've got a cold. Spicy things are probably not pleasant to the cold germs. But then I have to go to the store.

Well, it's not like I'm as bad as she was. You probably can't tell I'm sick. I'll probably look like that tomorrow. So I should go right now and get my chips, and maybe something else. Arizona fruit beverages for later.

My rats have a little bit of Ice Age water left. I can fill up their bottle a few times, anyway. I just get nervous when it gets that low. I like to have plenty of spare stuff on hand. Within a week or so, I'd have to go to one of the stores that has Ice Age. But just in case I don't feel like going out of my way, I picked up some Crystal Geyser from the deli while I was getting lunch today. It's spring water from some mountain around here. Not as pure as Ice Age, but at least it isn't chemically disinfected with chlorine or chloramine, with the resultant decontamination byproducts.

Google "rats tap water" gives: http://www.cnn.com/HEALTH/9706/17/nfm/nfm.water/

I was going to suggest searching for "water dbps bladder cancer" or "chloramine byproducts" (which gives: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/13413.php) or something like that. But what's the point? It's like arguing religion. I've learned that there's no point in that. People are religious for a reason. That's the same reason you can't argue with them.

Today I learned what might possibly be the mystery "artificial flavor" in the Good Earth Sweet & Spicy herb tea. It's only a suspicion, really. I've got no real hard evidence. At first, I thought "it's probably something that gives you cancer, because they don't want to say what it is" but after finding http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_7140.cfm, I decided that it was probably stevia. It's kind of like marijuana, in the way it's viewed by our government.

I'm not sure why. Could be the government's eavesdropping equipment being overloaded, or something. Usually, youtube videos should play without hiccups, but sometimes it doesn't.

It's Sun Dec 2 09:21:07 PST 2007. I hid my porn for when my parents visited on Thanksgiving. I put the front layer of DVDs into plastic crates in the closet, but there's just too many, so I left the back laer of DVDs in the bookshelf, and put non-porn DVDs in front, or just books, magazines, or junk. I had it somewhat organized, and now I'll have to do it all over again. But not right now. Don't feel like it. Organization is a process, not a product, anyway. It's not like it'll be like "there, it's all organized now." It's like eating. You can't just say "there, I've eaten" because four hours later, you're going to be all "I'm hungry" and people will ask, "I thought you said you ate." But maybe it's just that I'm disorganized. I guess libraries have the Dewey Decimal System. I remember learning about that in school. Meg Ryan had all her videos on index cards and alphabetized. So why can't I organize my pornos into genre, rating, and studio?

I guess I just don't have the nesting instinct. Or maybe I'm not the kind of person who has a psychological need for things to be "in their place" like Rainman. Maybe that Dungeon and Dragon alignment test was right, and it's because I'm chaotic neutral.

Blade Runner is showing at the Embarcadero. I was thinking of going to see it. But that would mean getting out, driving, parking, and walking amongst strange Homo sapiens, some of which probably have the flu. I haven't gotten my shot. I didn't happen to pass by one of those stands somewhere in some store, where they were giving them out. I would like to see it on the big screen, I suppose. New version, too. It's almost compulsory, that I go see it. "You mean, the 2007 director's cut of Blade Runner was showing at the theater, and you didn't go?" And I'd be like "yeah, I didn't feel like making the trip to the theater" and they'd be like "OMFG!"

I've probably seen it like 50 times, anyway. I've got the DVD. I've preordered the new version. Do I really need to go to the theater? No, I don't. I don't know why I feel this compulsion to go out. No pause button, either. Feel like having an Arizona Iced Tea, fruit punch flavor, halfway through? Sorry. They don't sell them in the theater. And they wouldn't pause the movie for you if they did, anyway. Same thing if you have to go to the bathroom.

"Sicko" is in it. I've already seen it a few times, but I've got it playing again. It's just there to make noise, while I surf the 'net and do stuff, and stuff.

In America, "competition" is worshiped as being "the way", and the alternative is called "communism" or "socialism" but really, the opposite of competition is "cooperation" which is not really that bad a thing. I guess people are too selfish and wrapped up in themselves in order to consider anything of the sort. Oh, and as I've noted before, they're dumb as hell. But people work together in other countries, so it's not all people. It's not a fundamental property of Homo sapiens. In the nature versus nurture debate, I guess this would be evidence that nurture at least plays a part. But again, it's not a binary, all-or-nothing choice. Life is a multivariable equation. But I guess a lot of people have problems with even "y=m*x+b". Math is hard. Only weirdo, introverted nerds like to study math. I think the limits of most peoples' intelligence is stretched when you introduce just one variable. Profit: good. Losses: bad. That's about as complex a concept that you will hear from most Homo sapiens while "going to lunch" with them. And they'll be talking about it like it's all profound and deep and intellectual, and shit. I'm still mad at my dad mutillating the edge of my Messermeister Petty. Best little knife, ever. One of my first. My baby.

http://www.macworld.com/news/2007/11/26/kindle/index.php

What you knew: Kindle can access Amazon.com and the Web to search Wikipedia via it's free wireless connection.

What you didn't know: You can just surf the Web in general. Kindle comes with a Web browser called Basic Web, which supports cookies, JavaScript and SSL, but doesn't support plug-ins like Flash or Shockwave or Java applets. Basic Web lets you type in a URL, click on links and generally surf the Web like you would on a PC.

What you knew: Kindle connects free to Sprint's EV-DO 3G network.

What you didn't know: Where EV-DO isn't available, Kindle connects via a second protocol called 1xRTT, which is an older 144Kbit/sec. standard. The addition of 1xRTT increases the number of locations where you have wireless access.