My brain is a sponge living in a body with self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
I will elaborate.
I can learn just about anything pretty quickly, and love to do so. Hence, sponge. I also have an autoimmune condition which attacks and damages my brain. Hence, self-destructive/murderous tendencies.
Just a random, slightly fucked up, oddly funny thought that crossed my mind as I was getting ready to sleep, so I figured I’d share.
Have a great night!
I have been writing lately about the possibility that life is just a random series of events, that there is no meaning to any of it. Again, to emphasize…. The possibility. I do not nor do I claim to know the answer to that question.
Another thing that I have been thinking about is the number phi and the Fibonacci sequence. Key word here is thinking. Internal. Known to myself only.
What to I see on FB today? A scene from the movie Pi, one of my favorite movies, where Max is talking to someone about the numerical significance of Hebrew, and then he ends up explaining the Fibonacci sequence to this other dude. What?!?
Seriously, wtf? Can the internet read my mind now? Is this the grandest of all consequences? Or is this something bigger than all of that? How do i figure out which?
I need to design an experiment. Maybe, not thinking, I looked up something related to Fibonacci, or some algorithm saw my draft post. Either way, I need to eliminate variables and get some useful data.
More to come on this….
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
Simple. Start over, and focus on what’s actually important, which does not include the material bullshit.
Fun fact!!
Sometimes, a statement truly is just a statement. It’s not an attack or a judgement, it’s simply stating a fact.
For example, if I say, “You weren’t able to attend (insert event), so here’s what you missed…”, there is absolutely no reason to get defensive or explain yourself. If I wanted an explanation, I’d ask for one. If I was upset or mad that you weren’t there, I’d say so.
Just chill. Not everyone is out to get you!
I have been through several periods of debilitating sleep deprivation. 2-3 hours per night and still had expectations to be fully functional during the day type thing. These were short lived periods for the most part – a week or so at a time. Because of something I wrote yesterday, I started wondering what would happen if sleep was optional?
At the end of any of these sleep deprived periods, I was shot, flat out. Cranky, irritable, couldn’t think straight, sometimes could barely speak without tripping over my own tongue. But what would happen – how would life be different – if our bodies didn’t require a certain amount of rest to function properly long term? What if I could take a 20 minute power nap twice a day and be optimally functional the rest of the time? No grogginess, no snippyness. Just normal you on minimal sleep?
I would imagine there would have to be some trade off if this were a reality. Shorter life span, most likely. After all, the human body is just a big electrochemical machine. Sleep as we know it is our scheduled maintenance.
Would you take that trade? I would be tempted. Depends on how much net time could be gained in the trade….something to think about.
Happy Saturday!
I was at dinner the other night, and someone asked me this question. Turns out, it is a trick question, even though the person asking didn’t know that.
The factual, accounting answer is about $2k. The reason it’s a trick question is because first of all, a lot of the tattoos I have, I got almost 20 years ago, and ya, know – inflation and all that. Secondly, I spent time as a tattoo apprentice and artist, and got a few pieces done for free by other artists at the shop I trained/worked at, in addition to one I did myself during said apprenticeship. So, she asked me how much would you have spent? I don’t know the answer to that, but I’d have to say about $4k.
Now, that’s not including piercings, of course. I started wondering how much I’ve spent on body mod in general. Factoring piercings in, I’d say I’ve probably had around $6k worth of body mod done, not making any adjustments for inflation crap, cause I’m not in the mood for all the time value of money calculation stuff right now.
I never had a tattoo removed, but I have since let many of the piercings close, for various reasons. I do not, however, regret a single piece of work I’ve had done.
Body mod is a beautiful art form and I absolutely love that it’s something that you can walk around with. It’s art that can be enjoyed and appreciated in every day situations, not just in a museum or gallery. (Similar to music, by the way!) Body mod is there when you walk down the street or go to the doctor or grocery store. It is art and self expression that is always with you, and I think that is fucking phenomenal.
I love this man’s vocals and lyrics. I have an entire playlist dedicated to his music. TOOL being my favorite of the three bands (and in general) – his words and voice just inspire and soothe my soul.
This is an interesting word.
You can get swag at a trade show, a bank, or even a doctor’s office. It’s merchandise that companies give you in the hopes that you use it and thereby promote their product or company. It’s pretty ingenious. Especially if they provide high quality swag! I still have a shirt I got from a physical therapy place years ago because it’s one of those thick, sturdy but super soft, comfortable shirts.
Random thought – band t-shirts are swag too, but you pay the band for the ability to advertise for them. Even more ingenious.
You can also give a swag – or, more appropriately, a SWAG – a Scientific Wild Ass Guess. This is where you have some data support, but not enough to say definitively, so you fill the rest with experience, judgement and luck. My favorite application of the word.
That is all. Happy Friday!
I did a writing prompt a few days ago that asked what your favorite word is. Now, I have a question of my own…. what is your least favorite word?
I started thinking about it, and that’s a hard question. When I was younger, it was protein. I was writing a paper for a science class, and for whatever reason, didn’t have access to a dictionary at the time. I was visiting someone, I think. Anyway, I must have crumpled up and re-written that paper two or three times because every time I wrote the word “protein” it looked wrong. And this was back in the day when you actually had to write assignments on paper with a pen.
Nowadays, I don’t know. There are certain words that I don’t like hearing some people say, because they butcher the pronunciation. Like “supposedly”. Or “administrator”. But that’s the person screwing up the word for me, not the word itself – I don’t think that counts.
I think I can actually say that I do not have a least favorite word that I can think of.
Just want to point out that although this word is a real word, with a definition and everything, it’s also a sneaky, undercover acronym! Most acronyms are all stuck up and self-absorbed with their fancy capital letters! But not fine. Fine is subtle. Fine is tactful. Fine is prevalent – it applies to lots of people!
fucked up
insecure
neurotic
emotional
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 