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reading through the morning comics when I saw todays episode of Applegeeks (applegeeks.com) with our protagonist Hawk desperately wanting the new quad G5s from apple.
DISCLAIMER: I happen to like macs
While I love many of the products, I feel uneasy with Hawks portrayal being so willing to exchange his soul for a piece of silicon. I’m not a particularly religious peson, but let’s put that hat on shall we?
(Diversion)
Marketing and commercialism have come quite a ways since the early 20th century, we have not only been convinced on our and this governments dependence on big businesses, but that we’re willing to do anything for prestige.
(/Diversion)
No longer is there a religious fight for our souls, Zoroaster must be spinning in his grave. It’s completely acceptable to try to sell your soul for a new computer, but not even Satan wants it, it’s not worth enough.

excuse me, but WTf?!

Since when wasn’t my soul worth more than anything in this world? Where did the change in our society occur to convince us of our own self-worthlessness? It’s a sad day when Satan and all won’t attempt to swindle my soul from my cold dead fingers. Where have my spiritual enemies gone?

The advantages of your prosessors professors not being in class become greatly outweighed by the homework (and subsequent quiz) they give for the following days…

PS, studying is for the birds

A quick little thing,
why are people so ambigous? and I imagine I am too. I’ll gladly elaborate, if only someone asked.
Guess that’s up to you.

Realize my job is very boring, so while I Am the night auditor, I am also quite bored with it. So rarely do you get to hear the fascinating things of my job (and believe me, you’d get bored damned fast. But tonight plainly sucked. Scrambling around my hotel were numerous children, and thankfully not as many drunks until all hours of the night. and I swear upon all that is Applely, the phone rang at least once a minute.

However since I am typing to you at a lovely 5:24 in the morning, you figure I’ve had to have had some peace recently, you reason correctly.

The blazing torrent of calls, people, complaints, requests and managers bizzareness has subsided, leaving me a few hours to relax (only now have I gotten to truly do so).

What would you say I’ve thought about? I’ve brought myself to mirth over the simple fact I have 9 (count them, nine, one less than ten) rooms coming in tomorrow, giving us, my gentle readers, a total occupancy expected of, a drum roll please… *timpany* (eh, I’ll take what I can get)… 11 rooms absolutely to be sold tonight. 11 is far less than the one room short of a full house tonight so I can see my weekend has followed the bell curve of life.

Ooh, speaking of that pesky curve, I’m getting to actually hit that crest, so let’s keep a lookout for fun and exciting things we can do, shan’t we? (karmic Disclaimer: Our deepest sorrows for those on the declining end, life is like that.)

I’ve not mentioned this here, and perhaps some don’t know this, but I’ve spent many of my younger years playing that beloved stringed instrument the violin and I cannot deny, it will always have a spot in my heart, alongside Pink Floyd. That spot gets to enjoy today’s (technically) performance of Mozarts Requiem, however it would have been nice had they included some Sibelius, but hell, I ain’t complaining. An evening of furious frenetic actions and decisions followed close enough after by some of the best damn Funeral music in all of existance, if those aren’t completely opposing forces, may I be struck down, and hopefully educated.

I say, late night surfing provides you with much mirth. Listening to my back catalog of BicycleMark (bicyclemark.org/blog) and just checking along and I found on BoingBoing bathroom plugs whter teh floater is a body. Not a realistic body, that would just be macabre (and frankly I wouldn’t like the idea of one of them floating around during a bath, *shudder*) but a cartoony one.

http://www.unicahome.com/catalog/item.asp?id=475

I might have to get one if I ever get a bath tub again.

every morning at work I have to get a bunch of check-in forms folded, sorted, and placed to their final locations. As I was doing this mundane sorting (almost done too), I came upon a city, Fredonia Kansas…. Now, having paid attention to West Wing I realize that Freedonia is a fictional country, but also a tiny dinky little city.
Now I know.

I’m quite sad, I have lost my kitten, Tao.
she’s been gone almost a week now, we never should have let her out so soon, and I’m fucking pissed off. Jin knows she’s gone, and his meows are getting worried. I hope we find her soon.
so Please, if you find a retarded brown kitten of 1year please contact me!

As if I didn’t have enough to do lately,
the clan, name not quite decided, is making aserver, for fun and games, and constant death.

I have less than 40 people in house tonight.
it’s two in the morning, and I’ve noooothing to do.
I could convievably go and finish the faxes, but i’m a lazy turd, and have 3 hours.

Now? podcasts about halo2 (man, why won’t the mac geek gab update?) and trudging through digg for uncrap. man, too many people are fucking with it.

more to come later, i’m sured

I have a paper due this tuesday over Steven Johnson’s book Everything bad is good for you, and my destitute situation is doing nothing but further convince me my hair-brained ideas are right. Right now I feel rather disconnected from the world. And while i believe that there is more to life than refreshing digg.com every 5 minutes, I am unable to reach or be reached by my friends. Cell phones? I’m sorry, but I keep mine on silence, gruggingly answering for those elders of mine who are convinced this audio communication over POTS is the wave of the future (btw; hi mom!). Most of my friends know the easiest way to get my attention is to send me a message either through various IM protocols, Email, or even our mutual social networking sites. phones… are so 20th century it physically hurts and annoys (the annoying part, at least) when I have to answer it.
The internet is no longer a Luxury for the 20 somethings of the world. The physical world is becoming more integrated into the digital one, in ways maybe the author of Neuromancer saw many moons ago. I recall an episode of Rocketboom (rocketboom.com) about Second Life, an MMO (massive multiplayer online) game where a lady basically works in the MMO, she sells clothing she herself makes. I’m gonna give you a few pagebreaks to think about that.

This lady can sustain herself in this world by doing work and creating digital objects in a game. For her, the internet and this world are an integral web. She can’t afford to have her internet disconnected for almost a week (damn you EagleCom!), it’d be the equivalent of telling my manager I can’t come in, my car broke down. Things like that, and the IPTV show Pure Pwnage leave me yearning for a way to integrate more fully (english be damned!) the disparate parts of my life in such a convenient fashion. Of course, it’d be nice not to have to drive to work every night. Maybe if I could advance the technologies of remote hunting (go Texas) and Night Auditing, I could telecommute to work. I’ll keep dreaming. For now, Tweakiegeek Signing out.