I found God: Nutrinos, GRBs and Free Radicals
"Fatkid down, we have a Fatkid down...."
I finally punked you buncha losahz!!! Yea, you know who you are. It's really sad that spam has gone from polluting inboxes to polluting blogs. Now, instead of having an easy and free way for anyone to comment on a blog post, folks will have to register and go through some hassle and, maybe, give up in the process. All you loser -- that's what you are -- spamming blog comment areas like mine deserve to be sentenced to shoveling the entire city of Detroit making parking spots in the middle of winter, or maybe you should be made to pick up sticks in the area around New Orleans post-Katrina, or maybe you should have to wash parked cars in Brooklyn at midnight -- something. In any event, you've made me post for the first time in months, so maybe there's a silver lining....
I traveled far. I traveled wide. I went from coast to coast and saw an ocean I had never seen before. I stood on the hill surrounded by beauty and gazed upon the titan across the sky. I saw strange people. They looked strangely upon me. She was with me but not. I carried mountains of pain and nearly every day it rained. I rose above great landscapes and I was so far away, yet I was so close. I could not escape her. She was with me all the time. Had anyone held my pain the cup would fill the heavens. And, now, so familiar are the crutches, the stitches, the needles and the bandages that I welcome them as friends. I hobbled there and I hobbled back the ghosts never ceasing to taunt, tease and check my progress only to attack. I kissed her, but not her. I held her, but not her. She held me, but it wasn't her. If I could have ripped my own heart from my chest and torn it apart I would have. I wanted it to die. So great a love, so unworthy a one. So much passion, so much bereavement. And she only lives in me.
This past weekend I took my daughter to a theme park. It was to be her day – popcorn, candy and rides. We did the bumper cars twice, rode the dumbo planes and mini rollercoaster. She loved it. While stopping to get a drink I noticed an open theater and nearby a huge net covering the forest. It was an aviary – a place wherein to keep birds and keep them from flying away. As I approached I noticed a large placard regarding eagles. It introduced me to this effort involving the protection of birds of prey – raptors. I looked up into the netted forest and saw several of the huge, bald eagles sitting on low tree limbs. My first thought was, "these fellas are meant to soar at 1000s of feet – here they are grounded." My heart was sad. Nearby, an even smaller, caged area contained eagles which could not fly at all.
Quaint are these arguments pinning all the woes of the Western world on religion, on Christianity. Typically, Christianity is blamed for any and all murders, genocides, etc. I find that systems void of any deity are quite effective at slaughtering people too, thus we had millions killed, murdered, exterminated under fascism/communism (and whatever "ism" Pol Pot ran).
/. had this blurb today about life ebbing out into reality when it comes to MMOGs:
Or, "Sigs of The Day." I think some of the best stuff on the Internet are people's sig files. Such nuggets of truth, or humor, or whatever -- enuf. Here we go:
In case you missed it, your face will melt in WoW ... in PvP ... will melt and stuff....