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I guess I'm thinking particularly cybernetically worn-out right now. I'm working fulltime with the state as a computer operator, they are introducing new processing terchniques (Control-D, Control-M, etc), complicating my job. My focus in art is toward a cyber friendly environment, allowing the computer to create for me. But I dream of all of these realities. You know, people never won freedom without a fight. We have a fight coming. The United States needs to define what is proper for a President to do. GW Bush is criminally over that line. It won't save the lives that he has already lost. But we can stop him from killing any more. We have to be certain that we want to be rid of GW Bush. I am certain. Heck, we may get a nobody, know nothing for a president. That'd be far better than allowing GW Bush to continue to RAPE America! I'm through singing now! Awwa \A/
Aw What hapeneed? Heh! Perhas it was the huge whiskey and water i FIXED. Ooops! Anyway, we all have multiple wavelengths. We usually operate on several wavelengths at one time. Pulling those individual wavelengths together to create something that has meaning, now that is a circus act! Some folks can do it staying all within a simple set of rules, staying true to a paticular wavelength. Others may be virtuosos at combing different wavelengths, into something all new. They may even be able to fake it, bending light beams to create illusuions! Perhaps there are those who can bend wavelengths. Or even better, those who can bend reality. At least they can change what is normal reality. Oh what a terrible power that is! I'm so damned sour, I might wish that there were a God, but I wouldn't wish that that God had the power to judge me! FUCK THAT! Okay, so, I'd like to be able to operate on a wavelength that appreciated me, and one that gave me a way to continue to operate on that wavelength. AND I would never have to be anything else, unless I was already that much greater! Yea, right! Peace All! Awwa \A/
Aw Wavelengths Humans operate on many different wavelengths. Skaters have their own wavelength. Computer geeks operate on a unique wavelength. Men operate on a particular side of, while women operate on the other side of a particular wavelength. It's kinda like string theory. Lots of energy, vibrating at a particular frequency, for a particular reason or purpose. Doctors, Lawyers, Stockbrokers, Bankers, Musicians, Artists operate on unique frequencies. But not just wavelengths due to occupations. Wavewlengths become unique for whatever reason. Perhaps you hang out at a particular bar. You are on that bar's wavelength. Or maybe it's a website/blog. Then you are a regular at that blog. You operate, or at least are exposed to a particular wavelength. Perhaps you aspire to operate at that wavelength. I celebrate human wavelengths! What humans may be missing are the organs to sense other, unique wavelengths. We are great in mental poweress, yet may lack significant observation powers. Our acknowledged five senses, may not be enough. We've created computers, programs, explained everything with math, as according to our five senses. But that may not be enough. There may be more, something which we can not sense, perhaps something we can not imagine. Then we, as humans, may not be privy to that wavelength. Perhaps aliens are intentionally inhibiting our wavelength capacity. It becomes obvious when other humans/corporations try to inhibit our wavelengths. What we may feel a lack for, but can not describe, are those wavelengths for which we are blind(ed), intentionally or not. Awwa believes in free expression. Awwa believes in creation, where ever it may come from. Awwa believes in imagining something all together new. And yet, there may be wavelengths way beyond Awwa! Waving at You All (And Baby Charlotte Coop!) Awwa \A/
Aw I would hope it comes with free scotchguard.
chiefwagonburner Nice Deville, Chief. The trunk doesn't look large enough for more than 2 bodies though.
jimmy Right... Grope PI We all need one! Uhg.
chiefwagonburner I love this stuff (thought cryptonomicon was a great book), so this was an interesting read. Never thought I would be saying, yay McD's.
chiefwagonburner Margaret Cho's blog. High-larious.
jimmy The Pope was doing a crossword puzzle, while flying back to the Vatican after another world tour, when he leaned over to one of the Bishops accompanying him and asked, "What is a four letter word meaning woman, ending in 'UNT?'" The Bishop thought for a moment and pronounced, "AUNT." The Pope then asked, "Do you have an eraser?" Yeah that one is pretty bad (the joke, and the word "cunt"). "Prick" can be pretty bad too. I personally believe "dogshit" to have a lot of insult power. It sorta combines the worst of a lacky ("dog"), with the worst product of that lacky ("shit"). But as a former girlfriend once informed me, "Words are just words. It is how you use them that gives them power." Thus if "cunt" is used to mean someone particularly nasty, perhaps bitchy, then that is what gives the word that power. On the other hand, I suspect that the word cunnilingis (sp?), may be derivitive from the word "cunt." When the word "cunnilingis" is used, it is rarely meant to be derogatory at all. So "cunt" may have a more natural, body part descriptive meaning, completely harmless in its original meaning. "That cunning curr was the most accomplished cunnilingist that I ever knew!" Peace All! Awwa \A/
Aw Reminds me of my ex-girlfriend (both the word, and the evil bearer of the One Ring To Rule Them All photograph below)
jeffron x  Aww, shit. I have always wondered about the etymology of the word "cunt". It's my girlfriend's campaign to take this word back. Her position is that it was once a powerful word for feminity, and there was nothing pejorative about it at all. Now it is simply the worst word you can say to someone. I had guessed that the word, or at least its perjoration, originated, like other four letter words for animals, bodily functions and body parts, with the Saxons and most likely over a battle-field. I still haven't finished reading this page, so I'm not sure. I think it's only partially correct, if it's even correct at all, but there was this neat little tid-bit: "friend, heed this warning, beware the affront Of aping a Saxon: don't call it a cunt!" One of my favorite scenes in Being John Malkovich has Malkovich (controlled by the puppeteer) going into his agent's office. The receptionist, just doing her job, screened Malkovich and his fiancée a little too closely, and when he eventually made it to meet his agent, the following happens: Larry the Agent: John! Great to see you! Sorry about the cunt at reception. John Malkovich: This is my fiancée Maxine. Larry the Agent: Great to see you, Maxine. Sorry about the cunt at reception. Please have a seat. It was beautifully hilarious. I mean, the depiction of the agent as an insensitive, clueless, cultureless automaton was perfect, but the use of the word 'cunt' there just makes you shift in your chair. Most of my life I've practiced a philosophy which chooses the intent of the language speaker over the history of their words or their 'sound'. But this word always makes me start a bit. Perhaps a little investigation into the history of the word will allow me a new level of comfort with it. I mean, I don't intend on using it. I just don't want to freak out everytime someone uses it. My mom is the worst actually. When she gets pissed you can expect to hear this word. In Trinidad, "mother-cunt" is a common insult, but their accent transforms this into "modda-kunt". "Mother cunt" hardly has any impact. The accent though turns "mother cunt" into the most powerfully offensive insult I have heard to this day. Trinidad has tons of these, but that one tops my list.
jimmy That reminds me Awwa, to remind y'all, GET OUT AND VOTE TODAY! (and if you don't, that's okay too. It's not like anything will change, anyhow) [this has been a public service announcement from the Apathy Party] btw, interesting blogger in Baghdad
jeffron x "Blackhawk Down! Blackhawk Down!" (as the body count multiplies) A "Meeting" with the current US administration... "The secretary will now read the minutes from the last meeting." "Hehehehe!" "Hen-He-Hen-He-Hahahaha!" "Ah-Hahahahahaha!" "Woooooo-Hoooo!" "Eh, Heh, Har Har Har!" "And now to order. What business do we have to discuss this meeting?" "Hehehehe!" "Hen-He-Hen-He-Hahahaha!" "Ah-Hahahahahaha!" "Woooooo-Hoooo!" "Eh, Heh, Har Har Har!" (All the way to the bank!) "What a bunch of easy marks!" "Yeah, if I serve another term, I'm gonna raise gas prices to $15.00 a gallon! And pass a law that lets the rich never pay taxes!" "Why not?" "Yeah, why not?" "No one's gonna stop us!" "Not those sheep!" Very Ugly World/USA! Peace, If you can find it! Awwa \A/
Aw I don't think skinheads have a sense of humor. but they do have meetings, apparently. Meetings? huh? the latest news is that the lead skinhead of Most Hated called a "meeting" where they discussed things like who they're pissed off at and who they're gonna beat up and other issues. He settled down all the Most Hated dudes and said he'd try to calm down the OBHC dudes as well, so I guess everything is fine. How ridiculous. I wonder if one of the skinheads takes minutes at these meetings and if they read back the minutes of the last meeting before starting the new one. Do they have flowcharts? Powerpoint presentations? Is the secretary for the meeting a squirrely little skinhead that they beat up when they run out of other targets? It's all just too ridiculous. And so is their stupid name. Most Hated. oooooohhhh scary! Anyhoo, I was going to be Wonder Woman for halloween, but then Cutty and I split town and went up to the Russian River for the weekend. It was most lovely. We had a little cabin by the river that had a fireplace in it and we spent the weekend drinking wine, playing backgammon and talking about how happy we are together. sigh. Well, we did that the first night, and then the second night we went to some local yokel bar and befriended this very cool bartender and her boyfriend and ended up having some silly coke night with them. har. that was pretty funny. We just can't escape ourselves I guess. It was the world's worst coke though I must say. shit, reason enough not to live in the sticks - the drugs really suck out there. Ah, well. But that was a fun night too. blah blah blah. I wish i were back on our little holiday. It was nice to be out in the country where the air is clean and the leaves are changing color and there's a fireplace right next to the bed. sigh.
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians I had one of those DNA tests done. It confirms my ancestry is 2% of European descent. The other 98% is chimpanzee. Sigh. Sometimes I don't feel human. Ook-ook. Today, case in point, I am starving and forgot my wallet so I am at school, and sort of dizzy and weak, and thinking I could gnaw on a squirrel, if I could catch one. My student loan check was late. Urgh. This universe, it is malevolent, make no mistake. Yet another reason people should be kind to one another. Speck, could you take the skinheads bowling? I mean, if you invited them, would they get the joke, and find it funny? I suppose not. I guess not having a sense of humor is a defining skinhead characteristic. Did y'all dress up for Halloween? What were you? Does anyone have costume pics? I was Neo, from The Matrix. The costume made sense for me, since I already had the plug in the back of my head. Will try to obtain photo and post. Roger roger. Over and out.
jeffron x 
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