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Hey, guess what? I might get to start chemotherapy soon. Yeah, I got diagnosed with a malignant lump, went through surgery to have it removed, and am now talking to more specialists than I can afford. Oh well. But, on the positive side, it means that I can start living it up. I plan on making my life as exciting and fullfilling as possible. No more tedium in my life, unless I so choose to be bored. Hah.

Also, I met my girlfriend about a year ago. I don't remember when we started dating, though. Funny thing is, she probably doesn't either. She says, "March sounds right." So I'll just trust her on that.

I know I haven't been posting often lately, and some of it is my life becoming more busy than it had been, but mostly I just can't get excited over such non-issues as SCO, RFIDs, the RIAA taking pirates to court, etc.

SCO will die soon enough. When it comes time to put up or shut up, they will shut up. I guarantee it. It will resolve itself without any of us having to do anything. Why worry over something that will resolve itself with time? Just ignore it, and it will go away.

RFIDs. Bah. I'm all for them. I want everything in my house tagged with RFIDs, so that I can find my favorite shirt, no matter where it is. I want every store to have RFIDs on their products. That means lower prices for me, the consumer, as they don't need to hire as many inventory grunts. I want RFIDs on every damn thing. An RFID in every pot!

I don't care what the RIAA does to your grandma or little sister. The BSA has been doing this for years. SJG got unfairly busted back in the 80s by an over-eager federal agency (the secret service, I believe). There was a little bit of outcry then, but mostly it was the paranoid libertarians who made a fuss. I learned something then. The only people who care are the paranoid libertarians. That's right. The voting public don't give a shit. So, it will never stop. Ever. Get used to it. Whether it's the government, a corporation, or the military, nobody will ever care as much as you do. Everybody thinks that the victims are getting what they deserve. In many cases, they are. Nobody really cares if a few innocents get hurt along the way. Why have I gotten so apathetic? Because it's a losing battle. It's not worth fighting. Save it for something else that you can win. Anyways, I'm not paranoid enough to be a libertarian. Truth be told, I'm more of a socialist. Socialists are idealistic fools, yes, but at least we're not paranoid.

So that's that. More when I feel like it.

From this comment:

A lot of folks in here have been asking why Slack ... suck[s]. It's a fair question; Slack doesn't get ... great ... columns ... . ... Whereas distros like Red Hat and Mandrake ... [are] certainly good ... , Slack says "Here's lots of ... Linux stuff. Now make yourself a ... system!".

Slack's focus is on ... simplicity. Instead of ... wizards, Slack goes ... for an easy ... installation. It's reliable ... 99% of the time ... . [ed: what about the rest of the time?]

Additionally, [Slackware] ... is half that of Red Hat 9. Above all, Slack isn't ideal ... .

My thoughts exactly.

I pulled the wings off a fairy today
Because she wouldn't sing the song
That I wrote just for her
And I brought her to my castle
Where two giant, bronze men
Armed with swords
Fought to the death
I forced her to watch
While the giant, bronze men
Fought to the death
Stylized
"Wait!" I said. "I want more!"
"No," he agreed, "It's not enough."
And the gates opened
And the lions came out
He looked at me
And I said, "Is that all?"
He whistled
The wolves came out
And they had glowing eyes
The lions and the wolves
With the glowing eyes
Circled the giant, bronze men
And the Fairy, without her wings,
Cried softly for her lost love
While I laughed and laughed
Impatiently, he raised his sword
"Yes," I said. "You should strike."
But the other did not die.
One after another, the lions lept
And the wolves, with their eyes glowing,
Attacked while his guard was low
But none of them could bring him down
So I took out my pistol
And I shot him in the head
The wolves, they tore him apart
And the lions, they ate his heart
"Such sport," I said
And he grinned
So I said, "Give her back her wings."
The giant, bronze man shrugged
"I don't care about her any more," I said
"Let her fly away," I said, "if she can."
And the wolves
With their eyes glowing
Salivated
Because they were fast
And she was sad
For her love had died
With a bullet in his head

Let's say that you're at Blockbuster, and your girlfriend picks up a movie about some poor immigrant family that comes to New York. They have a rough time of making it, fight lots of bigotry, and need to solve their own interpersonal problems. Blah blah blah. So, what am I supposed to take away from this? That if you work hard, you can accomplish anything?

Fuck that. I don't watch uplifting movies. You know why? My own life has been hard enough that I don't need to see other people struggling through theirs. My life should be an uplifting movie! In fact, maybe I'll make a movie about my life. I guess I'd have to skip a few years, where nothing ever happens, but -- hey -- everyone has boring spots like that, right? No girls, no booze, and no job makes for a rather boring chapter. On the other hand, my FPS skills have improved.

Let's take last weekend as an example. I met this chick from the internet who seemed to be a little clingy, but she thought I'm hot. Never turn down the attentions of a willing female -- that's what I thought. Well, I was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Clingy is probably the best thing I can say about her. Turns out that she's inbred; her grandfather raped her mother. Her step-father raped her, resulting in her first child. Nice childhood, eh? After that, she dated someone who broke her jaw, which remains broken to this day.

That's all pretty fucked up. In my mind, it gives you some room to behave in an erratic or self-destructive manner. I'll even forgive a little bit of anti-social behavior, as long as you're actively trying to get psychological help (for instance, seeing a psychologist or a counselor). I'm hardly the type to discriminate against mood disorders, seeing as I myself am bipolar, but she displayed a wide variety (a veritable shopping list) of symptoms for bipolar disorder, depression, various anxiety disorders, a very stunted social development (rude only goes so far to describe someone like this), codependency, suicide, etc.

Not good.

Then she told about this one time that she was with a friend of hers who happened to bash in the head of his ex-girlfriend. She had cheated on him, you see. My friend then told me that the physical act of murder had turned her on.

Oh my.

I was pretty much ready for anything after that revelation, but then she told me how she had practiced vampirism (drinking human blood) and wanted to practice cannibalism.

Okay.

"So, what happened next?" you're wondering. It pretty much went downhill, except for the sex. The sex was nice. But after that, I started finding her behavior too disturbing. She found my behavior to be entirely too judgemental and uneven. I was willing to accept the psychological problems, but the impulses and fetishes were too much for me to handle. The evening began to degenerate. She announced that she was going home early, even going so far as to insult me (while using my own phone) when calling her friend for a ride home. That was just too much. I lost it at that point. I told her to get the fuck out of my apartment. When a 250 pound girl shows up for a blind date, tells you she gets turned on murder and cannibalism, and then insults your hospitality... well... one can consider this a bad date. And I was insane enough to have sex with her. WHY?? Oh yeah. That's right. I'm bipolar (dictionary defintion: one who has sex with scary people and gets easily addicted to narcotics... oh yeah... and lots of mood swings).

Well, I guess I kicked her out a little too harshly, cuz she called the cops on me. They told me not to contact her, unless she contacts me first. I readily agreed to that.

So, what happens next? You know that can't be the end of the tale. I mean, a true psychotic date would never let it end there. Well, let's just say that it's continuing to drag on, with her making all sorts of violent threats. The sad thing (for her, at least) is that she's too stupid to realize that she's incriminating herself left and right. Leaving hardcopy evidence of violent threats is pretty stupid. For example, I archive all my Yahoo! Instant Messenger conversations, which are stored on their remote database. This is not something that I can modify.

I've complained to Yahoo, asking that they revoke her Y! IM privileges. I'm not stupid. I know that's pretty useless. But it's still something that leaves me feeling a little bit better about the situation. At this time, I'm not interested in involving the local cops. Maybe if she keeps this nonsense up. Who knows. I just want to forget I ever fucked her.

Now, where can I find a movie with this plot?

The people who read my journal need shiny object and capsule reviews, not essays. You damned, lazy bastards.

You know, I'm amazed you're still fans, after the abuse you take from me in this journal. I'm proud to have all of you (arrgghhh! I almost said "you all"! kill me now! errr.. maybe just slap my knuckles.) ummm.. where was I? Oh yeah. I'm proud to have all of you as friends. Friends, fans, whatever... I mod them all up +5 points.

Please don't be offended if I don't add you as a friend. I still read all your comments.

Oh yeah. Check out NanoGator's posts and journal. He's a great writer. He's a bit of a blowhard or wanker or troll or whatever you call people like me, but he's very interesting and opinionated.

Sorry I haven't been posting in Slashdot stories too much lately. I haven't had anything relevant to say. Don't much care about SCO, the RIAA, or Slashdot's other boogey men.