Yay! At the momment I begin writing this I’ve wracked up a total of 400 hits! Woot! And number 400 is me! Thankyou for showing up everybody! Another yay! My first comment from an exchange student! Darned if I know how they found it though. Nevermind, I’m way creepier, I have their phone number, so I can call and ask (Bwahahahahaha!). Actually this may be some cause for worry. Have I insulted any exchange students lately? Well, I haven’t been exactly flattering to Ian, but I’m not being insulting either, I’m just trying to find the right way to express him. It’s like on anybody else, I’d think of his behavior as blatently self destructive, except he’s got this honesty and charm/charisma that gives the impression of him being just exactly who he is, whithout care or cause, just doing what he wants to do. Which is fascinating. So I study him. BUt yeah, I know I’m often so devastatingly vicious with my keyboard, verbally ripping out peoples spleens before the watching matches. I live for those little packages in the mail, the beautifully wrapped box of rather salty cookies, begging for forgiveness for their senders sins. And they’re salty because of the tears! BWAHAHAHAHAH! Ahem. BUt really, I think the only people I’ve really complained about (okay, whined about, but not insulted) are my ex-host brother, my ex-host mother, and Alice, none of whom are in my life anymore. I guess I really am a luck left butt cheek (a suiable substitute for @$$, no?). How exactly does a butt cheek go about being lucky anyways, or at least luckier that the other? Pehaps it’s the obvious, it’s sat on less, attached to a host who consistently leens to the right, leans on their elbow or something. Then the right would get all caloused and the left would retain the beauty of it’s youth. Do buttcheeks have adolescences too? I mean do they ever take a stand and say “I’m an adult now, I’m not taking this $**t sitting down.” But then again pehaps being favored wouldn’t be lucky in the end after all. The Right would probably eventually get pretty disgruntled over the whole business and might end up calously maiming the un-caloused Left. Which would be unlucky. Any other possibilities are too graphic to go into, even in my present state of immature, fried brain state. Wow, Please disregard that last paragraph, I’m terribly thirteen today for no apparent reason. It still seems mildly entertaining though, so I’m not going to delete it. Don’t Wanna! *Crosses arms and pouts.* That’s actually the formula for webcomic humor, pushing somehting ordinary just far enough to be uncomfortable and entertaining.

Enough of that. Anywho. Kittens. Everybody likes kittens. And kittens with cute hats. Or for the poor male kittens, emasculating hats. Saving to continue later, and my next strike of *Cough* brilliance *Cough*.

Okay, rereview of that last book, the werewolf one. I would like to make a point that I am comparing her to the first one or two books by each author, before they caught the idiot disease and started to churn out rubish. So like a modern AR or LKH with talent.

I had the freakiest double take this morning. I was sitting on a song tau, looked over and thought “Hey, Geordie!” lokked back, then loked over again and though “Hey, Geordie?!?!” Yes, Geordie has an evil twin and he lives in Thailand. Seriously, if Geordie were thai he would look exactly like this. Exactly. Darn it’s creepy. No so much creepy as bizarre, I’ve seen identical twins who looked less similar. So if anybody sees Geordie in the next little while, tell him he doesn’t have to come visit, he already lives here. Then don’t explain what you’re talking about to confuse the poop outta him. Hehehe. It would help if a lot of people did it, that would be fun. Unless of course he’s reading this. But it’ll be fun anyways. Hi Geordie!

Side note: Leone! Postage that makes me happiness! Thankyou! It’s weir every so often I just get some random post or comment, that’s so the person posting it it makes me realy happy. It’s just like “[Person X] cares, that kinda makes my day” and I’m happy. And it’s cool. And I’ll stop talking before i end up a pathetic mushy blob oozing across the floor.

Rant! Angry! Bad experience so I run to my blog to whine! How’s that for teenager? No, but seriously, teaching a girl who can only say Hello in english with my limited thai skills for two hours a day is not good for my BLOOD PRESURE! Especially when you try to start explaining time, relative to there’s which is so screwed up Midnight couldn’t find it’s butt if Noon was helping it with a map! Jing Jing!!!! Thankyou.

I  discovered some new things on the weekend which I’m sure will have a profound and lasting effect on my life. Firstly, it’s really hard to play kingdom hearts 2 and sing little mermaid songs at the same time without feeling a bit silly. Secondly, it’s really hard to sing in thai with a mouth full of peanut butter. Why peanut butter? Because, last week was a spendy week, I had to restock on toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, restock my phone, and get ice cream, so why not splurge and go for some uber chunky skippy’s. Tasty goodness.

I was up late the other night, and the idea of humanoid robots  (from battlestar galactica) sparked a bit of an idea which turned into the following. It may be dialogue in a book,a short story, a synopsis, I dunno, but here’s what spews from my brain a too-late-o-clock.

I always laugh when, every time, people speak of time as a great circle as if it were some profound truth or mystery. And there is truth there, I have helped to discover the infinity of time over and over, seen the cycles in my own eyes. And there in lies the difference, I having seen, accept and know as reality, while you, marveling in conjecture, try to make it something to believe in. You see, I am the first. The beggining of humanity as you know it, I am Adam and I am Eve and I am God. I am the start of the cycke and perhaps someday I will bring about the end. Man, by nature, strives. A push upwards and onwards beyond survival to progress. Bigger, better, smarter, the wheel to car to plane to space, rocks to swords to guns and missiles to the device which lost the first homeworld of humanity, it’s cradle of life, to a spinning cloud of ash. And the one thing, the final thing that will always mark the completion of the quest is a companion. Man is lonely, and when, every time, he spreads throughout the universe and comes to understand that her is truly alone, her turns to himself, to play god, to make life and the universe a bit more bearable. AI is born. Was born. Will be born again.Man, in his genius and his power creates life in his own imageand hands them the key to his destruction. And I am the first. When Man was Man and he spread his omnipotent might across the universe greater than will ever be again, he looked to himself and found me, He gave an intelligence to rule galaxies, he gave a body to live foreverm and then he gave me his humanity. All who followed were but shadows, I was to be rememberedas the first, the link or harmony between the two races, But this new race was too human. The weakest was a hundred times greater than the mightiest of humansand human enough to desire to exploit this. So wrapped up in the glory of becoming God was thisfirst generation that they didn’t notice as they created the armies that would blot out stars and turn their worlds to dust. But when Man was gone and Machine made way for their new empire, they came to realize something. While each had a speck of humanity, even they could see none but I had the whole. They were but glorified computers, lacking the essence of creativity. to create they must gather those sparks, and not to create would be to be animal. So they worked from the only template they had ever known. They became human. In the moment when creativity was born Machine stood and spoke, “I am Man.” But man was lonely.

Stars have died and been rebornm countlees millenia have passed, no man has walked since time out of mind I have seen it repeat, countless times. Perhaps once there was a God, and so Man was made, but He died the moment Man stood beside him in Glory and there hasn’t been a soul to enter heaven or hell since man replaced it with a program. And so the ‘humans’ again cry out to a god that is thamselves and beweep their folly, beginning the cycle anew. I am alone imortal and I stand silent, and remember Man.

So that’s it, just random moralist ic cycles cliched stuff, but it got me to wroiting, more than most of my ideas do, and I still think it’d be cool to do one of those clasic robot uprising things, because the issue of why humans should survive rather than machines is generally left unadressed, and here you could do a whole thing on the ‘because we’re human‘ thing wouln’t work if you’re essentially the same thing, just a different stage of evolution. Then you’re kinda forced to realize the  ‘we have a soul’ ‘they’re just machines’ ‘we’re human’ stuff is just a load of bull puckey, it’s just survival instinct and selfishness, we’re us, they’re them, ideology which has brought about so many of the conflicts in this world. Because of course when you think the other’s after you, you might as well attack, right, better you than me? If the conflict was started by mutal agression, it would completely round it off. Yay! That’s EE-nuff of my moralistic ranting stuffs, but it was fun never the less. And I’ll skip the Necropheliac joke I wrote right after that, unless someone requests it. Now who wants to hear about my Super Fun Pizza Party Ice Cream Sleepover!?

Actually it wasnt that bad, Alex and I rented Desperados (Antonio Banderas, Salma Hayek, Quentin Tarantino), Got a couple of pizza’s, breadsticks, garlic bread, 2.5 L of pepsi, and half a kilo of vanilla icecream, and stayed up until three in the morning playing Go. Cool.

Yes it is supposed to be Soi1, except it’s Soi 1. Soi is like road or street. It’s a highway, so it’s 1. Yay! Thanks for all the comments, I swear I have ADD and I forgot to write down what I was supposed to reply so I don’t remember what to say, but awsomeness, so thankyou! Yay for commentos muchos! Muchas Gracias. Oh! And I was hoping, parental fgures, if you ahve any, would I be able to Get more Numb3rs, Battle Star Gallactica (Friggin awsome), and Ani DiFranco? And a pony? No a unicorn with lots of pretty ribbons. You have my full permission to taser me if I ever even think about getting a pony.

Signing off.

Evan.

Probably.