After utility, clothing is costume. Remove at will or dress to present. Does not matter what you wear--your true self will come right out wether you like it or not so dress interestingly or at least on purpose. If you lack choice or do not choose then what ever you end up wearing becomes a part of your image until taken off. Taking it off is just as interesting as putting it on.
tis a pseudo-social comment. I have no fucking idea what to write on this journal thing so might as well make shit up. Or at least think what this should be. Truthful but inocculate, yeah that the pen.
Swearing is a funny thing. I don't swear in my daily speech and when I do try, people laugh 'cus I sound silly. I guess when I'm plain angry its scarier 'cus nobody has seen me as anything more than annoyed ever. I was recently told (I was recently angry) that it was not pleasant. The bouncer said something like "ho'shit, I'm gonna have to 86 ya both for fighting but just go." He actually had his hands up in a defensive way. He let me walk out on my own while the other guy was carried out. It wasn't my fault anyways. Maybe I'm closet angry soul but I don't get "see red" syndrome and I don't have a temper. The guy had some stupid words for me which must have not got the attention he wanted. He came at me and I didn't have a good clue as why (drunky trying to impress his buds?). I incidently put threw up my elbow which, I geuss blocked his throat. He fell down on his own. Now I don't know any martial artsy things. The guy honestly walked into my elbow mostly by fate. My friend was holy wowing all the damn way back to the eastside. All I can gather is the ordeal must have looked damn impressive and the bouncer must not have been too experienced.
I have a bruise on my knee from bonking the pool table.
I'm not an angry soul. I avoid most conflict, rather have a good time. All the fights I've been in have always been ruled by fluke incidents. The first fight ever been in the guy came with this ridiculous windmill arms and I just put my hand straight. He also fell down. We wrestled for a while until we got tired and then we got drunk and I met his dad who as pissed and grounded him. A later second conflict involved two kids from north Minnesota. They were native american like me but I was too "apple", red on the outside and white in the inside. I did not understand. I just did not act like an angry indian hating all things white and getting into trouble, I have no idea what it meant back then. We fought or they fell down. The first one, I realized afterwards, overextended himself and fell on his face. His nose bled. The second rushed me and I tried side-stepping. He ran into my legs and we both went down-- me on my ass and he on his noggin. I kicked 'em both for being jackasses. (later one of their older cousins came to town and beat the liven' crap out me, funny the kids fell down pretty much by themselves, I got beat up for nothing my fault).
Is there a limit to how much you can post on this site?
tis a pseudo-social comment. I have no fucking idea what to write on this journal thing so might as well make shit up. Or at least think what this should be. Truthful but inocculate, yeah that the pen.
Swearing is a funny thing. I don't swear in my daily speech and when I do try, people laugh 'cus I sound silly. I guess when I'm plain angry its scarier 'cus nobody has seen me as anything more than annoyed ever. I was recently told (I was recently angry) that it was not pleasant. The bouncer said something like "ho'shit, I'm gonna have to 86 ya both for fighting but just go." He actually had his hands up in a defensive way. He let me walk out on my own while the other guy was carried out. It wasn't my fault anyways. Maybe I'm closet angry soul but I don't get "see red" syndrome and I don't have a temper. The guy had some stupid words for me which must have not got the attention he wanted. He came at me and I didn't have a good clue as why (drunky trying to impress his buds?). I incidently put threw up my elbow which, I geuss blocked his throat. He fell down on his own. Now I don't know any martial artsy things. The guy honestly walked into my elbow mostly by fate. My friend was holy wowing all the damn way back to the eastside. All I can gather is the ordeal must have looked damn impressive and the bouncer must not have been too experienced.
I have a bruise on my knee from bonking the pool table.
I'm not an angry soul. I avoid most conflict, rather have a good time. All the fights I've been in have always been ruled by fluke incidents. The first fight ever been in the guy came with this ridiculous windmill arms and I just put my hand straight. He also fell down. We wrestled for a while until we got tired and then we got drunk and I met his dad who as pissed and grounded him. A later second conflict involved two kids from north Minnesota. They were native american like me but I was too "apple", red on the outside and white in the inside. I did not understand. I just did not act like an angry indian hating all things white and getting into trouble, I have no idea what it meant back then. We fought or they fell down. The first one, I realized afterwards, overextended himself and fell on his face. His nose bled. The second rushed me and I tried side-stepping. He ran into my legs and we both went down-- me on my ass and he on his noggin. I kicked 'em both for being jackasses. (later one of their older cousins came to town and beat the liven' crap out me, funny the kids fell down pretty much by themselves, I got beat up for nothing my fault).
Is there a limit to how much you can post on this site?
that's well and fine, however...
1/3 in decimal is .3 repeating.
.3 repeating
.3 repeating
+ .3 repeating
_____________
.9 repeating
but .9 repeating != 1
the only logical conclusion is that the number one is really only theoretically equal to one. and if the number one is flawed, well then, what does that say about an entire system of math that is based off it?
...and as far as i know there is no limit to how much you can post. so go nuts!
And my math teacher is stumped after I had to explain the troubling equation using apples and an analogy involving the difference between a steel and an iron forge. I still have not clear head over this one.
Math is flawed? I agree, especially when using larger numbers, long strings, looping frequencies, radio galaxies, light speed, time travel, quantum physics...the whole lot! Only trust a real number under a million. Even then you're taking chances. Frackky Einstein, he got one bit right and messed the rest, worse we all believed the entire genius babble.
Trial and error. Even the light bulb had many times over a thousand older brothers that did not work right.
And Microsoft Windows still is not the best. Security holes and crash threats. Why do we rely on such shoddy number technology?
How humans used numbers to get the moon is more of a miracle then good technology. Remember some test pilots had very short life spans and astronauts continue to perish using things based on math.
And to think my car is a beater and has a death rattle and putters on. Miracle, I tell ya!
So what we learn? Not to buy a US space shuttle to get to France! Too bad the SST series Concordes had huge spectacular problematic crashes. Or was it also immensely pricey to keep those jets flying. Fuel and maintenance had to be ridiculous money pits. (Tickets averaged over $1500 one way.) I would have loved seeing the curve of the earth from low orbit. There's a retired SST here in a museum. Its pretty neat.
[Edited on Feb 19, 2005 1:34AM]