Thursday, October 11, 2007

Last night

Couldn't sleep last night. Drew portraits with my teeth (and a pen, of course).
Ink bled all over my hand, creating amazing rorschach tests for me to analyze.

Sentence Fragement: "Clearly there's a strong correlation between everything that exists, ...and your dad."

Book Idea: "The life and times of a Piss Demon"

Realization: "Dead" is not necessarily "Dead." There are many shades of dead. I realized this as I saw, for the ten-millionth time, the dead husk of a cockroach on my way to the bathroom. We killed that thing a month ago, but it's still there, and it just looks like it's sleeping. I don't know much about cockroaches. Possibly, this is a survival adaptation.

Compare this to a road-killed squirrel with all the skin on its face rotted off and most of its bones sticking out. That's pretty fucking dead. Can you begin to see how there is a relative difference between the amounts of dead assigned to these two organisms?

This kind of thing is important.

Strange Idea: If humans were just programs, or tools, in a computer- or alien-created matrix, our creators might have a Wikipedia entry something like this:

Human Being
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A human being is a common brute-force algorithm particularly useful for de-tangling Christmas lights.

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