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?

Time For Some Action

I'm tired of undependable crews.

The inconsistency with which I work has run the course of my tolerance.

This doesn't mean much. Just means that I'm about to start doing more camera stuff on my own.

Taq Nation consists of a boy named Taqee, a tripod named Beebe, a camera named Barack and the will to continue.

I'm about to take a trip to my spiritual center. There's sure to be a decent movie playing there. =)

Sweet Life On Deck.

Life, she is good to me. How fortunate am I?

That's a good question, unquantifiable by modern standards of what is and what isn't good.

I live life in a different world than most. It's very strange.
I've been through a lot, by regular people standards. But I don't think it's been that much. I've been a lot of places. I still want to go more places though. I ain't complaining. Just looking forward to it.

I keep getting fluked out of these video projects, too. That irritates me.

Time for a great migration from the subject. i'm tired of talking about how good life is. It kinda defeats the purpose. Lol.

I golfed today. 48 on the 9. That's what I scored in high school. Coincidentally, it was the west side PSL golf championship today. So, I scored the score I scored 2 years ago. That's funny. In a haha fashion.

I'm not going to talk about women. I want to. There's something to talk about.

I guess I just don't like blogging anymore. Lol.

It conflicts too greatly with the fact that I don't want to wear my heart on a url. I'd much rather -- London Tipton is, like...the world's dumbest asian... --

Good afternoon, good evening, and good night.