Foresight

I'm writing this now, assuming that SOMEONE out of you will decide to make a comment about my incessant emailing and, perhaps how ironic it is that I would suggest this "blog" idea.

Now it's your turn.

Side notes:

Don't use "ps" if you haven't made a salutation. That's just silly.

Support the music industry. Pirating music is easy, I know; but it's seriously killing the artists.

Is the term "beat a dead horse" or did I fuck that one up?

PS: Don't be a hypocrite. It's bad for business and no one will take you seriously.

Point Taken

Why does this "blog" still exist?

I ask myself that every time I think to post something, but almost instantly deem it too personal.

The only real answer is that the email still exists and, although I could easily delete them both, I choose not to.

Occasionally, I choose to post something "meaningful;" but, rarely ever in the sense that any potential readers* could mean the same world.

Some blogs are for reflecting.

Mine, obviously, is not. I don't feel the need, nor the desire, to be personally reflective. In fact, stating that anti-desire makes up a significant portion of the things I blog, halfway defeating the purpose.

Or so it would appear?

Exactly. Sadly, I can't explain why, as that would defeat the defeat of the purpose of this blog, thus defeating the purpose of this purposeless collection of my thoughts.

Some blogs are meant for entertainment of many sorts.

This one is super obviously not.

I never took the time to fashion an appealing layout beyond the careful-ish selection of colors, and a few wing dings here and there to give it the character that I needed at the time. In fact, the ticker on the right margin was added for a particular reason that has long since exhausted its use, but remains because I don't feel right/like taking it down. Every time I try to, I'm immediately interested in the information it holds and end up adding whatever stock I'm curious about at the time to its data range, knowing full well that I will never frequent this blog enough to use that information to serve any purpose. It is simply an aesthetic choice, I guess. Perhaps of of my readers is interested in that sort of thing.

I digress...a lot. It's not an entertainment piece because, well, I don't merit myself as someone who's opinions are readily communicable to the public in which I live. My tastes are volatile. I listen to music according to my mood, and that changes. I live a dynamic life. Sue me. So, why then, would I waste my life trying to promote the produce of whatever I find hot at the time? (Click the blog title, tho. I've inspired myself into promoting a rather solid compilation.)

What other types of blogs exist? I don't know. I don't read many.

My only concerns are with other people's self-reflective ones. Not to sound like a doucher or anything. I don't read them to find the latest "dirt" on someone or to have an edge against them in an argument or anything, I just find that other people have trouble letting their feelings be known, and their blog is often a comfortable place for them to express themselves. If that's what they need, so be it, and if I know your secret blog address, you can be sure no one's gotten it out of me, whatever the content. Hell, if there's only one post, and it's your favorite flavor Skittles and you want it to be kept a secret, that's your business.

My blog is a melting pot. At some points I just feel like trying something new. An occasioned poem or something. Blogspot is usually a friendly audience for that. Facebook notes, too, but I don't really fuck with them.

My blog is meant to give you something to read, not some part of me to understand. That's what a phone/skype/conversation/date/day out/eulogy** is for.

It's a lot like ramen noodles, I guess. There are some vegetables here and there, sure, but it's not a glass of OJ in the morning; I wouldn't even call it a salad... ... ...

...

Maybe a salad. I slip up every now and again.

Lots of codes, too. There's a lot about me on this blog, in one way or the next. Just very rarely direct. You could presume a lot from these contents, I mean; you just wouldn't "know" that much. I'm kind of just giving people what you really want.

So, feel free to take an inch and speak a mile about my character, in one form or another. At least now you know you're doing it.

And, seriously, click the blog title. It's cool as hell.

*heavy emphasis on "potential" there, as my reader count has to be no more than 3, inclusive of myself, Beebe (whom I love ever so dearly) and, perhaps, the Illuminati in their ongoing effort to know everything there is to know about the world population at-large.

**shoutout to whoever delivers my eulogy.

Running Rampart

I am racing against myself right now. It's kind of creepy.

That's not meant to sound as cheesy as it has to, tho. And I certainly don't mean it literally. Honestly, I don't mean it at all. :p
I only mean what it is meant to convey: a pen stroke within the message within the bottle. You know there are psychological readings of hand writing, right? Something like that.

I don't even know what it means to run against oneself, or how to tell if you're winning, or if winning even matters at that point. I feel like if you're racing against yourself, there are better questions to ask than "who's ahead, and by how far?"

I'm getting good at this. I've started a train of thoughts here. So, before they continue, I want to warn you, the reader, especially if you are me, the writer/reader:

I haven't slept.
I ate.
I'm not in one of my "thinky" moods, but I'm definitely in a "roooooll with it" mood.
I am 100% sober.
I'm going to type thoughts as they appear, in the order they deserve.
I like messing with people. =)

Now, I can start.

Race. You vs You. Who wins?

If you're ahead of yourself, would that mean you finish early, and is "finishing" a metaphor for reaching a goal, or is it death?

Let's say I AM "racing against myself right now." I can only be one of two of one person/people.: myself ahead, or myself behind.

If I am myself, ahead, I'm outpacing my own growth, which could be a good thing. Nothing wrong with being ahead of the curve. After all, Monday's work, completed Sunday, is either a Monday off or a lazy Tuesday, or a productive Tuesday and a lazy Wednesday, or any other combination of either present joy for future work, or vice versa.

And so "losing" would have to be the exact opposite. Being behind, I mean. If I'm behind on Monday, I'll have to work extra hard Tuesday, or Wednesday (plus Tuesday's work) and so on, compiling all of the forgone productive days' work into the present.

Sudden thought:

There has to be 3 of me. The middle man. The one who's on pace and not a step ahead, behind, or even side...but maybe sideways*. Sideways wouldn't hurt the flow...

Sideways is like...Mac or PC for web browsing. However you do it, as long as you're not on Firefox, you're essentially just web browsing.

But, anyway...this third guy. Let's say this race is life. Not because I have any type of interest in dying early, or late for that matter; but, because I figure if you're gonna die, you're gonna do it on time. *laugh*

That was funny to me, sorry.

But, anywho, you're going to die...when you die. No matter how you think about it.

So, back to the original point.

"I am racing against myself right now. It's kind of creepy."

It doesn't really matter whether I'm ahead, behind, or right on time.

The "ahead" guy will, eventually, have to cash in the rest he earned. Let's say he's 730 days, 2 years, "ahead" of his life, having completed literally everything up until the

"finish line." So, he's there, but the middle dude is 730 days worth of stuff away, so he just sits there for 730 "real" days (real, in teh economic sense) and then dies.

The "behind" dude, let's say, is 1,095 days, 3 years behind (I'm choosing these numbers because I'm having fun doing the multiplication in my head.) Once he gets to the last 3 years of stuff, he'll have to zoom to the finish. No choice, because no matter what, he has to finish...when he's finished. ;)

And, of course, the middle guy, being the "control" finishes right on time at average speed (total stuff / lifespan.)

So, who won the race?