Today my brain is cycling rapidly. (As an example, while writing that sentence I went from thinking of a brain with a chaingun attached to it, to a brain with a 200 MHz oscillator wired into it, to a brain speeding around on a bicycle.) I think it probably made having any sort of coherent conversation with me difficult.

"Radix" is latin for "root" and "malorum" is "evil" (I don't speak latin. I know this from fortune cookies or something). A "Radish" is a red root that you eat. See, it is a funny pun. ha, ha. I learned this in funny class in college.

Speaking of installing crap. Realplayer 5.0 is out. get current.

I spoke to The Registry today. Verdict: Client definately wants someone with more C experience. Result: "Ah huh." I now watch their website for any job titles that I might be able to take. No job. No job. No job. No money.

A question raised by one of Roy's friends while I was hanging out with Brandon at the Crack Shack: "Would you suck a guys dick for a million dollars?" This is kind of juvenile, but that's Roy's friends. It was kinda fun to listen to Roy's L.A. gangsta dialect. He was more impressed by my guitar playing than was warranted. He also assumed I was 25 or something, which is a common error. To answer the question: No. You can't buy something from me that I'm not selling. Not for a million, a billion, or all the money in the world. You can't trust someone who has a price.

They say everyone has a price. Maybe not in cash dollars, though. Maybe 'they' (oo! acknowledgement of nebulous THEY is trendy and coooool) include other commodities in this price thingie. Is my life a commodity? Gee... I dunno. I mean, if I'm not around anymore, do I even CARE that I died? Definately not. I think I should try to stay alive. It's what all my features are geared towards. But really, if someone offered me my life in exchange for something, what the hell are they saying? They're saying "do what I want or else I'll kill you". Wheee. That would sure inconvenience my band. Maybe you could try extorting them. (ha ha, this is fun and funny. I know I'd want to preserve my life, in a selfish way.) I know, I can say that I want to preserve my life to avoid inconvenincing others. That, after all, is the result of your death that affects people the most. (Being dead can probably be inconvenient, but you probably won't notice.)

(After rereading those last two lines, I realized that it was a really stupid thing to say. of COURSE the effect on others is the greatest effect of your death. I think maybe I'm just trying to restate (and re-restate) that your death will not have any impact on you after it happens. Then again, that could be considered a pretty stupid thing to say, too)

What is a commodity?

Thinking about death is kind of counterproductive. I'll be dead one day, for sure. I don't have to worry about anything that happens AFTER that day. I could try to make that day as far off as possible. I'll avoid making it tomorrow. The most useful way for me to think about death is as an abstract bad thing to avoid. Hee hee. Rule #1: Avoid things that cause death.

Catastrophe!
(hmm. sounds like another name for an exclamation point.)

When a place gets quarantined due to deadly disease, do they expect everyone inside to die?

Uh oh, the flip book pages are starting to skip.

Flip books! I drew many, many flip books when I was little, often with hundreds of pages. It's a good way to waste lots of notepads.

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I'm going to check the fridge for food. Rats. Nothing. I get a little hungry these days.

Le'a is going to pay us a visit this weekend. Kris should be happy. I can't tell yet, though.

I got in a pillowfight today. As an artifact of being in the Mongol horde, I tend to aim for the neck and belly.

Julie was being hit on by a guy named "Nick" while getting dinner at Dick's. (slick!) To discontinue this attention, she told Nick that I was her boyfriend, threw her arms around me and kissed me. Nick then became very apologetic. I don't talk a lot to strangers, so he thought I was mad at him or something. I didn't want to talk to Nick anymore, so I went somewhere else after receiving my order.

My hair is pretty damn long now.

I want to read for a while.