For instance, consider what you knew at 10, 16, 20 about life, purpose, love – anything nonfactual (although comparing factual knowledge can be fun too!).  Compare that to what you know now.

Cheesy, I know – but I’ve been doing this a lot lately, and it’s amusing at minimum.

So I should post something.  Right.  Because we’re all here for the digits yo.  Even if they be singles.

So, what’s going on lately?

Well, right now I’m annoyed that there isn’t an RSAT tool for Windows 7 RC, only RTM (how am I supposed to test it then, HUH?).  But this will pass.

I’m also annoyed that I can’t avoid the Kanye West BS.  MTV is crying tears of gold over that crap, seriously.  I bet they sent him a check afterward.  It will drive the netplays and such of their idiotic, still on the air, non-reality based “music” awards show through the middle of the room.  But still – who cares really?

Here’s what I don’t get – since when do people take the MTV awards seriously?  I mean.  Kanye – was it really that important?  Really?  Doesn’t Beyonce have enough shiny shit already?  Can’t you see that MTV is just trying to woo an audience they’ve traditionally not had any access to in a desperate grab for some marketshare as they plod blindly into obsolescence?   Oh, and WHEN WERE THE MTV (ANYTHING) AWARDS EVER ABOUT QUALITY? K?  So shut the hell up, please.  Seriously, it’s goddamn MTV people.  MTV.  M. T. V.  This is like, oh, I don’t know, whichever kid from 7th Heaven turns out to be gay crying about an ABC Family award a decade from now.  OK, not really.  But kind of.

My wife continues to be lovely, my marriage continues to grow.  It’s only been 6 years, but it feels like so much less and so much more at the same time.

My children continue to amaze me daily.  I’ll refrain from gushing, because you can fill in the blanks if you have kids.  And if you don’t you won’t care to listen.

We’re trying to buy a mini van.  A decent one.   And trade in our current car – which is worth half what we owe on it!  We’ll make it work, somehow.  Yes, I’m actually excited about getting a mini-van.  Maybe more than I should be – but I’m big, and squeezing into the back of our car in between two car seats and Shiva knows how much kid crap is painful, yet needs to be done.  Among other things that necessitate a desire for spacious driving.  Like a road trip.  Or several.

My beta readers are taking forever to finish my book, but I understand this.  Reading stuff on a computer sucks, and I’m too cheap to print & mail hundreds of pages.  They’ll finish eventually, then I’m sure I’ll be wishing they hadn’t, because I’ll have a shitload of editing to do OR I’ll just have to abandon the book (and by extension the 6-7 book series I’ve already plotted).

I DO have an idea for a new book/series finally.  I apparently can’t come up with a stand alone book plot.  Everything leads to something else.   I was raised on epic fantasy and sci-fi – what do you expect?

Heroes starts up again next week.  Yeah, I’m going to watch it.  *said sheepishly*  Maybe it will be above average, or maybe bad enough to drive me away forever.  Who knows?  My bet is on just middle of the road to keep me  watching it while doing something else more interesting on another screen.

Lilith does not appear in Genesis, nor is she mentioned in the Bible or other major religious works. But the stories of her as Adam’s first wife, and her subsequent “occupation” as a demoness, have existed for centuries.

Some say she was borrowed from the Assyrians, but others claim she was born out of a redundancy in Genesis. In Genesis 1:27, we read:And God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created them; male and female he created them.

But soon after, in Genesis 2:7, we read the familiar account of God creating man alone, out of the dust, and in 2:20-23, the well-known story of the creation of Eve from Adam’s rib.

Why two accounts? And why is woman created with man in the first, but from man in the second? One answer proposed long ago was that we are reading about two women, formed in two different ways. But if that’s the case, what happened to the first woman?

Thank you internet!

PS A lot of weird stuff in the old testament seems to make more sense through the Torah/Jewish angle. Or rather maybe they just spent more time filling in the blanks?

I wonder how widespread this is?  Is it common now and I just don’t notice because I never watch TV?

….I know what you’re thinking – does this mean blonde will actually be sexy again?

Maybe.

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So it’s me and two friends from high school, and we’re entering this large, catholic boys home type looking building. You know, red brick, white trim, rectangular, no curves. We open this large entryway door and step into a small, cement room with a single light bulb (it’s on) and switch-coord hanging from it. We make a right turn and there is a small staircase up to another door. We open that door, and it opens into a room that’s not big enough to step around the door opening, so you have to like, walk around the room behind the door, then squeeze into a corner that’s just longer than the door, THEN close the door and go up a little stairway into another door. This door opens into another cement room with a large wicker high chair (like 6ft tall), and a door on the other side of it. That door leads into a small, lecture type classroom – where the back seats are higher up than the front, angled floor with steps, etc. The seats face a large open window, which looks down on the front yard of the house we entered.
Note that my friends vanished at some point (dream logic), so now it’s just me in the room, and I look different, kind of like late 30s, haggard looking native with shoulder length hair. The class is some kind of recruiting meteing for a group, and
they are talking about how badass they are. To demonstrate, the “lecturer” pulls out a sniper rifle and shoots a young boy that is walking around in the driveway. Without thinking I dive through the window (about 3rd story) and land on the ground (turns out I’m genetically enhanced and can do shit like that) and try to help the kid. I do this weird shit with my fingers on is eyelids, and he wakes up kind of, and I’m then plugging the hole in his body with my hand or something when the cops show up (no idea why, it was a silenced shot).

I’m facing away from the street, with my arms around this kid to try and stop him from bleeding out, and they think I have a bomb, so the cop (it was a female cop, with red hair) is telling me to raise my hands and stuff and I’m saying I can’t, have your officers come around the sides of me so you can see that I’m holding this kid. And they do, so I can turn around safely.

I then tell her that I’m FBI and not to send men into the house, because they won’t find anyone and will just cause more trouble, possibly endangering a sting operation we’ve been working on for a year. She doesn’t believe me so I give her this 5 digit code to punch into her phone and she says “That’s not long enough to be a phone number”, but I tell her to just do it, and sure enough it rings and someone picks up, and I give some kind of code, and then they tell her to do what I say and hang up.

As this is happening, more sniper fire starts, coming from different sides, and I hear the siren of the ambulance drawing loser. I tell her to have the cops stop the ambulance outside the street, and to get everyone the hell out of here. So we do.

Then, at the station as I’m waiting for my extraction, I’m telling her what’s going on, in her office or something. There’s his crazy group of terrorists..we call them that because they kill someone at random outside of recruiting meetings to force
any undercover agents to break cover and try to save the person – but we don’t know what they really want. Anyway, they’ve been recruiting around the world, and have this crazy teleportation technology that no one else has – they can make a door open o any other door, windows too – this is why there wouldn’t have been anyone in that building, because they weren’t really there. I leaped through the window from wherever they were, and even though the window in that building is broke where I jumped through, they were never really there. So, crazy terrorist organization with crazy technology and goals we have no idea about.

So they shoot someone at every recruiting drive to draw us out, and then, they kill the agent they drew out afterwards. We put the agents in a safe location, but every agent without fail that has left that location is killed. So my life is somewhat
forfeit, I’ll be trapped at that location until we catch them. So, I’m telling her I didn’t want her to mess things up anymore, because I already sacrificed my lifestyle so we could get more agents undercover – 3 guys, brainwashed Bourne Identity style, went in with me for deep cover, they don’t even know they are undercover, but will be triggered when they have enough info. The organization apparently has some kind of mind reader, because they’ve killed every agent that’s made it past the screening, so we’ve opted to try brainwashing, in hopes that that will make it through.

And she asks why I’m telling her all this, and I say it’s because she’s targeted too, since she was the first one on the scene, and obviously spoke to me. Her and her whole family will be relocated to our compound, or they would be killed otherwise. And then the scene skips forward to my office in the compound, and she’s asking me about what if she’s a spy they sent, and I say “They always try that too, and we always catch them.” And then these guys come in and start dragging her away. I tell her that she’s going for background checks and interrogation, if she passes she’s drafted into the team, if she fails and is a spy for hem, she’ll be killed and left in a ditch.

Then there’s this scene of me in a fancy (red velvet/gold trim curtains and chairs and shit) bar, I’ve left the compound (who knows why), and there are these guys that are obviously there to kill me. So I’m fighting them, and have taken most of them down, when I see someone coming up behind me and raising their hand – he’s got one of those hatchet things with a hammer on one side, axe blade on the other in his hand, his hand comes down, and then it goes black and I wake up.

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I realized after I woke up, that I was subconsciously writing the script for a GI Joe movie – the red headed girl was Scarlet, and this was like the movies intro scene with her getting drafted. The terrorists were Cobra, and they really do have a mind reader, and their goal is like the shadowy behind the scenes one world government type stuff, killing and replacing world leaders. They have crazy teleportation tech & mind readers, and we have genetically enhanced soldiers.

I get it occasionally, and had it momentarily today. It does seem sort of insane (clinically!) when you think about the faith we place is traffic decorations. But that faith keeps us safe…faith that, basically, everyone else’s faith is as strong as yours and they will obey those invisible walls just like you do.

That got me thinking about all the immigrants we have living in this country today, and how many of them come from places where traffic is much…looser than it is here. I wonder if that has any kind of effect on our own traffic patterns. Here’s a few vids to illustrate my point;

China

www.youtube.com/watch?v=7aodbmS_43M

Iraq

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFK5Hx5CuLU

Pakistan

www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMy2RzbQSSE

You can find plenty more if you dig around youtube. Some of that shit is just plain creepy. But hey, that’s one way to deal with overpopulation right? I should try to dig up some of their auto accident statistics, that would be the academic thing to do. I don’t exactly have that kind of time right now though, so you can use your imagination.

Mexico, at least, does have stop lights.

While I’m talking about absurd reality systems, the way they do street addresses in Japan is pretty crazy too.

aftermath

i have seen the other side of education
it is no thing
the desert at midnight
one universe at the edge of heat death

[The robot drives the car,
the robot watches the tv, plays the video games]
the chirruping of waves of idiot cockroaches
the grinding of archaic robot
gear upon gear
sputter
.
i have learned nothing
i produce nothing

no food to consume
no product to exchange for food.
not that it would matter
the robots only accept paper
and we are not allowed to produce paper.
[The robot follows the fashion (it is savvy!),
has an opinion on everything (so erudite!),
wishes you all the best.]

i didn’t even learn how to lie
so i could convince myself
that it is all as it is
that everything serves a purpose
that it is better to hold things than to miss dreams.
i am ill equipped to serve this world
[The robot prays to the machine god
hoping for a direct line on a bigger, better power source.
Even robots dream,

but only about being better than other robots.]

there must be something nonstandard.
gears, everywhere gears
i can’t hear over the tv
thinking for me
i can’t get my neck to break
swinging on this umbilical cord
[Is it the same robot that strangles its wife,

stabs its children
rapes a neighbor
fucks a horse
votes for death and paper? Always death and paper.
And the machine god -
cold and calculating,
never changing,
completely
unhuman.]

[The machine god squirts in my face
hot oil running down
my throat
my neck
oozing across my chest
eating at the skin
greedy to feed a machine
that must be buried within. ]