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So far between my family and associations, I really can’t help but wonder if Intelligence Quotients have, since I can see people barking up the wrong tree, and churning F.U.D. around in circles. Seriously, it makes me wonder why logic is so hard for most people.

When it comes to my life and my business, there are two authoritative sources right now: GOD and me. Rather than making like a gaggle of gossiping hens playing, people wanting to know should be barking at my tree.

Gossip is a many-to-many form of communication, and like UDP, not reliable enough to bank on. Things get lost in the transmission and there is limited protections against perverse mutations. Much as anyone who has ever survived like grade school, there is a rather big difference between primary sources, secondary sources, and all the way to the other end of the globe. Or maybe I know that because I paid attention in History where as some people probably snored.

Since for anything anyone could possibly be interested in, going by what crap I get routed through to me,  there are three primary sources including GOD, but I’m the only exported asset in their mix. Likewise since I have no interest in repeating myself, if enough people are actually that curious about my affairs (pun intended), a one-to-one medium like an inter-personal-conversation will be quickly overloaded. If enough people are interested, then a one-to-many form of communication is much more appropriate, unless you quite literally want to be told to “Tell it to the hand”, or be >/dev/null as we say where I come from!

Being as it is my life and business and not yours, beyond indirectly if at all. That means I am afforded the choice of medium. Or in short, if you want to know something from me, you probably shouldn’t be asking someone else, and if you do want it from me, you live with my choice of pipe, or you get kept in the dark. Guess what? A journal is a useful thing—Facebooks, Instant Messages, Phone Calls, Texts, E-Mails, and Personal contact on the subject are all irrelevant when enough people are ‘so curious’ about things that are none of their business.

Or in very plain English: if anyone gives a damn, read my fucking journal to find out about it. If it isn’t on here, well maybe I don’t update my journal as frequently when people annoy me during my free time. Except for things expressing my annoyance. The more people route through my parental unit, the more she annoys me, and the much less I will tell anyone beyond the few people I tend to confide things in. Attacking any of my friends for information will just get you >/dev/null’age for the rest of your lifage.

In case people think this journal entry has way to many hyper links, it’s because it was targeted for people who are unlikely to understand the analogies that I use, and more than a few of whom are likely to confused to figured them by evaluating the links. For most intents and purposes, this is a way to use many words to explain something everyone should already know about social interactions, if they had only learned it.

Or maybe I’m just an old fashioned person who understands the value of using technology as the forum.

Note draft’ed yesterday in vim, and I’m to tired/busy to bother editing.

Sitting here with a headache, courtesy of the parental unit but at least I get to journal a bit, in what was meant to be a rest time 8=).

The day started out pretty early compared to what I’ve been dealing with: just waiting for the alarm to go off at 0615, and aiming to be out by 0700 and otw to the eye doctor for my exam. My mother finally made her decision of whether or not to tag along. Several headaches later anyway.  Checking my systems before going out, I was kind of happy to see a message from someone special; although it made me happy, the time difference is :-S.

Got there about 30 minutes before the place even opened, but the whole eye exam went fairly smooth. My last one was in 2009, when I got my glasses. Pretty normal affair but two things that I found interesting: my across the shorter-range vision has gotten a little bit worse but my longer-range vision has gotten better. The kind of better/worse, as like top row only and like the one above the bottom row, respectively. The prescription is slightly stronger and good for two years.

Since I don’t expect my glasses to get busted between now and later in the year, for the cost I would rather save more now and get my glasses later; particularly because I know the difference between good vision and not, thanks to doctor Carr. My main interest really is in the exams, which I would rather like to get done yearly. That way I can have a clue of what state they are in, beyond just visual quality. My mother’s always gone zillions of years between exams and sets, so I know waiting months can’t hurt. I’d also rather wait until I have more savings available, because it’s easier to replace a broken set of glasses in a hurry than it is to save well.

Needless to say, the notion that I would rather save for vacation+savings in general than get new glasses IMMEDIATELY, really bothered my mother, never mind that it is my decision and my money.  One the way out, were taking a bit about the idea of me and vacation. That pretty much lead to the progression of getting out in nature with friends -> the parks in Canada -> there’s a girl there I very much want to meet. Pretty much lead to an interesting track with more than a few headaches.

o/ o/ o/

I really do find it funny how my family can have rather limited interest in my life’s goings on and a frequent disregard for anything important to me, except when one of them decides they are opposed to something from the get go, want to know everything, yet don’t actually give a crap because they are already decided without caring. Where as my friends generally are fair, and respectful, not to mention comfortable to communicate with instead of making my head hurt as a matter of S.O.P.

Well guess what? Since I’m gonna be given headaches from family anyway, I ain’t saying much of jack shit lol. Keeping annoying people in the dark is a reward for them being annoying :-).

Or this post is just so my brother can have something to talk to my mother about 8=).

In getting home, I was as usual intending to hit zombie land with some friends, when my mother decided it was time to go grocery shopping o/. In informing on eof my friends about it, the discussion hit the ground of my mother pretty much refusing to drive herself—and my friend stating that she would tell her mother, that “If she doesn’t want to  drive then she obviously doesn’t want to go very bad”, when I noted this sentiment to my mother, ma pretty much told us both to go fuck ourselves.


Later talking to the same friend about arguing with my mother, over how my mother is strongly opposed to me ever taking a vacation: my friend noted that my mother sounded very controlling, which made me burst out laughing, even more so because my mother is a self admitted control freak! To which my mother again told my friend “To go fuck himself”.




Later tonight some of us were on my TeamSpeak server talking, and ma came in to badger me, so I asked her if she wanted to, and of course my mother again stated it again, and  my friend pointed out “Herself” instead of “Himself”, making my mother even more confused lol. So yeah, at least 3 times today my mother has told one of my friends that 8=). Guess London was smart to log off before he could end up listening to my mother >_>.






Am I the only one in my family that knows how NOT to be hostile and rude to people you don’t even know?

Since I’m not quite able to get back asleep, I thought I would decide on what to do with the photo’s from Thursday’s ride home.

On my way out I was telling a friend that it was about to “Rain cats, dogs, and zombies out here”. Things pretty much went from nadda to bucket, upon bucket, upon bucket coming straight down and the area around Medlock Bridge and State Bridge, probably had 20+ air to ground  lighting strikes within the horizon, just trying to get through the darn light. At one point, I thought about snapping a picture to show my mother the fun, but sadly, noticed that the view through the camera was like 30% more clear than looking through the windshield.

Thursday’s storms were both the worst driving conditions I’ve had to deal with and the most fun driving home I’ve had, lol. Heck, people started driving with their emergency flashers on and several started to pull over, yet I didn’t have any real trouble driving next to blind most of the way :-/

You know, when your communication methods have reach the expansion point of like 7 or 8 instant messaging networks, VoIP, and SMS technology, you know your logging infrastructural is kaput lol.

Something that I was thinking about on the way home tonight: it does say something, how we chose to spend our time. Or should we say, it does to me, because in my view Life is Time and Time is Life, so much so that I almost wrote “spend our life”, lol. That is also perhaps why I consider wasted time, a grave form of disrespect.

I’ve pretty much decided how I want to spend my time at this point, and it occurred to me, because of my (above) views, does arguably condescend to specifying the other as well. Somehow, that kind of gives me a satisfied feeling because of my choices. Is there anything more telling than time?

Simply put my solution to a properly-bad-mood, was either I’m going to bed or hitting  game, may as well hit a game. But what I really felt like was hitting my head into the proverbial wall.

Well that makes three sides and I’m too lazy to fetch a coin, so I asked Python for help:

23:34 – Spidey01: You wanna know how good random numbers are?
23:34 – Friend: um sure
23:35 – Spidey01: Ok, so I decided I’m either going to play a game, go to bed, or bang my head into a wall
23:36 – Spidey01: > python
Python 2.6.5 (r265:79096, Mar 19 2010, 21:48:26) [MSC v.1500 32 bit (Intel)] on
win32
Type “help”, “copyright”, “credits” or “license” for more information.
>>> from random import choice
>>> choice([‘game’, ‘head-bang’, ‘bed’])
‘head-bang’
>>>
23:36 – Spidey01: Door jams are good for that, right?
23:36 – Friend: aw
23:37 – Friend: i dont think banging your head against a wall with help anything
23:37 – Spidey01: Dang, my head is harder than the wall o/
23:38 – Spidey01: Well, I didn’t think the Random numbers would hate me….
23:38 – Friend: well it is random
23:38 – Spidey01: 1/3 though
23:39 – Friend: lol

And yes, I really did bang my head into the door jam, lol.

Think one down side of work is that I keep freaking wake up around then, even on my days off! Dreamland at least was refreshing, although the progression infantry->zombies->aliens is rather tiring, especially when the aliens are bullet proof :|.

On the upside though, I was reading about nVidia’s GTX560s, which pretty much makes me retire my intention of  going with an ATI/AMD {5,6}8{5,7}0 grade hardware with a comparable nVidia card. Eh, what can I say, I’m more partial to Intel and nVidia than their competitors. I also have a rather poor opinion of ATI’s stuff, or should we say I’m not fond of them.

In looking at the prices of hardware and how sharply it has fallen, I also feel rather old. Even worse when I consider that in 3-4 pay cheques of saving I could built quite a nice computer. But I would much rather pour that towards putting together a vacation plan than replacing SAL1600. Although, I do admit that if Dead Island requires newer hardware, I’m buying it. But I only expect to require a better graphics card, unless like a Quad Core is required lol.

*Groans*.