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thingamajig:
    misc
    a better name
    porn/notporn
other thingamajig:
    lnx
    pix
jibbajabbery:
    jabber
    uberjabber

















everything below this line is old, old.  complicated.  confused.
and it's invisible.
things:
My Bookmarks, also known as the collected conscience of the net. that neither makes sense nor describes its subject matter. take it as you will, and hold on loosely, but don't let go. if you squeeze too tightly, you're gonna loose control.
Crap. gibberish. philosophy. introspection.
Art, theorhetically.
PNP, the action-packed sex party game of the 00's.
misc, the misc of the misc.

and introducing, the lowku, a new set of words for a new paradigm of milleniumality.
 
rather than sprinkling pictures through my site, i put them all 
in one place.  that makes it more... convienient.
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Hey, if you have access to free webspace through the university, why is your website hosted on some crackerjack pissant service off in godonlyknowswhatassendoftheinternet with all these banner ads and crap?

Well, that's a good question.

Doesn't it detract from your artistic vision or whatever?

Artistic vision? I don't know, maybe. For most of it, though, i couldn't care less. Maybe i'll do something about it, maybe not.









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see how clever i am, with the things on top, and the gibberish down beneath.



Oh, the sins committed in the name of progress!! i watched them gut the falcon. her parts are sundered. my data are pre sently inaccessible. they were going to build a new computer for me, one that was faster and had more memory, and a sound card. and all that will probably happen, but i don't have the falcon! and all the crap i had on the falcon, all the works in progress. and, come to think of it, the works in completion. it's almost scary to think that i have some of those.
anyway, sadnesses are. oh, and that cd was still in the cd drive. (the scsi cd drive.) (well, the 2x scsi cd drive. but anyway) i'm still trying to rationalize an act of murder. if i have a computer that works faster and in more ways, i "don't need" the falcon. the falcon was more than a tool, though. she had a soul. more than just a means, she was an end in herself. isn't that all that keeps any of us from killing one another? well, wait, no, there's laws and consequences and all that. screw that crap, i say.

hmm. i was going to remark that if i didn't think the universe was better with someone alive than dead, i wouldn't have compuntions agains killing them. consequences do guide actions, though. damnit, that's not the way things should be. hmm...

ok, here's the business. consequences shouldn't have bearing on actions because they are distinct from actions, they're a part of the future and they don't really exist. ahh, but the same goes for the actions. unless the act is actually being committed, it doesn't exist. and if the act is being committed, then there is no choice involved. err, wait...
so, all actions take place in the future, and you never have a choice about what you do? i'm fine with this on the surface. i don't cling irrationally to libertarianism or to some arbitrary idea of time, as so many seem to do. if time does pass, though, then it would have to pass through the point when the action is initiated, when the choice is made. if you're making up all that crap about an objective universe, though, then it's not too much of a leap to assume that messages take time crossing the brain, and so thoughts can't be tied to any particular moment, and the actions they cause necessarily occur at a time independant of the moment of thinking, or some similar technobabble. (reibabble? cognibabble?) if there were a discrepancy between the perceived reality and the explanation given for it, then a better explanation could be formed, one in which we could be more sure. bwagh, that doesn't make sense. the explanation is part of the reality, necessarily. still, does a paradox reveal a misunderstanding? what sort of misunderstanding is revealed?

ANYWAY, about the falcon. i killed her. i feel a bit bad about that, about making her not exist. on the other hand, she exists now as much as she possibly could, since things are the only way they can be right now. i can't change the past. but i still feel a bit bad. well heck, that's the way things are then. i feel a bit bad. realizing that, i can be comfortable with my sadness or discomfort or whatever. which doesn't exactly make sense, but... wait for it... that's the way things are. as for actions, it comes out the same way. it appears that i commit actions, but i don't have anything to say to that. things are the way they are. when i put it all in a nice, neat package, i'll have made sense of that, but i'm in the dark for the moment. i think i want to vomit on myself. whatever.

A Hole with a Hole Dug Out of it.




thingsthingsthings.   i've been  working  on  the site  recently.   i don't know what
that means.  i'm not going to think about it.     it's not about getting things done, 
it's about doing things.
there's  more  to come, too.    i've been writing up my  harem(what?what?) as well as
some  other things  that are also probably not wise.  speaking of  wisom,  i  updated 
wiseish.   and the new 'art' is something with which i'm particularly  happy.    it's
irreverant and artsy, which  fits.
yeah,  i've been   getting   artsy  all over the place.
and    i've been   rereading things.   i  should  have  dates  on  things,  so that a 
writing's age can be  known.   then you would know how  little  to believe what   you 
read.   or i could just say: "don't necessarily believe what you read."
it was crazy. i ran for the first time in months recently. i knew that ddr had increased my leg muscleage by a significant amount, but i didn't expect to be an arrow in flight. jumping up on things and balencing is fun, though. working didn't hurt. and i earned money, grumble. not grumblegrumble, just one. whatever that means.
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I don't know anymore. This is the second incarnation of my website, and i think it's generally more appropriate. Appropriate to what, i cannot say. Probably it's just some kind of attempt at self-justification. To whom, i cannot say.

oh, and for goodness sakes, i am not now, nor have i ever been suicidal! i just want to get that out of the way.

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dude, i had a semi-original thought. spelling errors suffuse all my work. in fight club, there was all that "you are not your job, you are not your wallet contents, etc." business. well, i am not my spellchecker. see, that makes it all easier. i write to communicate. i use the spelling and formatting conventions with which i am comfortable.
(yes, including putting all my prepositions at the beginnings of my prepositional phrases. YES, I KNOW THAT IT'S IRRATIONAL TO DO SO. constructions that end in prepositions are distinct and valid morphemes. (big word for the day.) it's a habit into which i've gotten, though. probably it bothers some people. but i correct other people in my head, while i do not do so out loud, so one could look at the situation in such a way as to give the impression that i was showing a kind of restraint. whatever.)
anyway, the style i use is a part of the message, whether i intend it to be or not. like when i use double letters where they're not supposed to be. and how i put two spaces after all my periods. of course, you can't tell that from reading this, brazafrakin html. i think my txt/htm conversion program accounts for that, though. or anyway, one version somewhere does. yeah, for a bonus laugh, look at some of the coding for some of these pages. i love how it's all patched together and inconsistent in style. and you can tell what the program did, easily. and for some reason, i've been hitting return in this bit, which is usually something i despise. whatever. and anyway, with the two spaces thing, that is, i believe, a stylistic layback from the days of printing with evenly sized lettershapethings. linotype machines sticking wedges in at spaces, but that didn't work, even though it looked better when you type that way... i don't know. but i really like monotype fonts. kind of makes you wonder, looking at this...
ANYWAY, if i were to put a bunch of capital letters and html tags in my files and make them all pretty like, then it wouldn't be what i'd written. that kind of feels like an excuse, but not terribly much. the point is that i'm happy with what i'm doing. and it probably makes no difference to you.
plus, it makes my writing stile more memorable, which makes me more memorable... which increases my chances of getting laid! muahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHahahaha!
(note to self: do not work on webpage while horny.)





p.s.  ]['/\/\ kr@z-E 133+.
gawdamitey. this is such crap.
here's the old version. the old version sucks, pay it no mind, except out of anthropological interest.

Wow! I have been such an idiot! I'd like to appologise to everyone i've ever met. 






8/20/00

thank god for symmetry
damn symmetry
thank god for hollow logs.


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lists and crap
lists of crap
don't eat,
damnit,
it'll only get you in trouble.
...
(i love free verse. it's meaningfull but inchoherant. the converse of reality. anyway, checkout "jelly" and then leave, or something. do whatever you want. i don't care. go stick your head in a pig, like it'll help!)



All of this is not necessarily copyrighted to any particular person at any particular date. You can copy it if you want, but i can't see why you'd want to. Not specifically, at any rate. Certainly, if i make it available, then i expect that some people will be gratified by reading it, but i certainly don't expect to make any money from it, nor do i expect anyone else to do so. Who am i to keep you from copying and distributing my work? Who am i to assume that you'd want to try? Anyway, there it is.

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what do i dislike? ranting and self-promotion. what is my web page? rants about me. it's a double standard, i tell you.2



Toe Hawk Witch Shant Bee Fished


First and foremost, it pains me to be creating my own website. You have my appologies. i have little or no skill with html, and i'm not known for being able to put my thoughts into words.

i'm sure this will have some kind of subjective usefullness later, however i have things to do at the moment, and can't be bothered.


here is one of the best, and certainly the largest collection of my writing i have, in crappily converted text format. it's transcribed from something almost like a journal, and it's the thing i have most near to publishability. here it is in word format. it'd be easy to write a program to convert text to some semblance of html, i should do that. but not today.
who am i? (little more than babble)
Art?, short and underdeveloped.
Ethics: wet and sandy, formerly "Innocence and Experience"
USEFULL(?) My list of suggested readings and viewings
jelly
my "todo" list, after a fashion. that's not really what it is at all anymore, but there it is.

You have no appologies of mine!!?! I am what i am and that's all what i am. I can't even be sure you exist, any more than you can have similar assurances from me. I'm doing this for... some kind of reason, and i won't be stayed from my course, or my misspellings.

Linky Things-
*the Hapless Dilettante News, probably the most intelligent thing i've seen on the internet. kudos.
*Project Gutengerg, the place to go for free etexts. cool.
*Alibris.com, the place to go to buy real books. These guys are your father. You know how it's like "hmm, i wish i had this book," and you don't have the book? You can find it here. Probably, anyway. Interesting that one of the best uses of internet technology i've seen deals with the aquisition of non-internet technology. buza.
*the World Directory of Primatologists. It's sure to come in handy someday.
*DIRK, a probably useless but bery cool internet project. Modeling the world, or some such. Cool As Hell.
(dirk seems to have died, or moved. anybody got a clue?)


Is this nose too small?
blue@vink.org


from "The Tale of the Spaceways," by Sir L. Ewing Redmund:
"There are space heroes, space bastards and there are space monkeys. There are, of course, other sorts of people in space, but they aren’t really worth discussing. The space bastard and the space hero are easily understandable, they are simply the archetype of the hero or the villain transplanted in origin or modus operandi or simply in style. The space monkey, on the other hand, is a more cagey beast.
"Space monkeys most often have the physical features of the monkey; fur, tales, opposable toes, a taste for bananas, etc., though they always express a greater intelligence than their terrestrial brethren, and usually greater than most of humanity."