Bitch, bitch, bitch.
6 [Eloquence]
5 [Politeness]
4 [Articulation]
3 [Concept]
2 [Instinct]
1 [Brain Cloud]
We've had some stuff to drink so it's gonna be luck if we get above level 3 intact.
Dear random person whose personality grates against mine. I know it's presumptuous, but I'd like to know about how much of the population is like you? I hear they have these Kiersey personality profiles that will help me figure out who will annoy me. It's not nice to admit that people bug you. If you tell them, it's excessively articulate, no politeness. In fact, it probably doesn't even accomplish anything helpful to you. You may as well have not said anything, and then it'd be just you feeling lousy, rather than the both of you.
Sure, faults, I've got heaps. I'm not even really sure where they are most apparent, in my actions, or in my words. I'm sure that I'd tend to disregard a person who had nothing to tell me but what my faults were. Yeah, I can grow now. Yeah, maybe they aren't something I can change, and then I have something to be self conscious about.
I can avoid the shoegazing with a simple technique with no name, wherein you simply let go of the pride you have in your features. The problem is, you never know how incompletely you've executed this maneuver until you're sitting on the ringside, smarting from a particularly accurate blow. Ow, my pride in craftsmanship. You bastard.
Even now I'm browsing the web pages of the loud and interconnected looking for evidence of conflict beyond the transient squabble stage. Someone's got to be at odds with something permanent, somewhere, and boy would I like to know about it.
Tonight I wondered why I want to preserve the dignity of someone who has no capacity for respecting others, except in an extreme idol-worshipping manner. Things, most of all people, are not binary, logical things. If you don't make some room for ambiguity, you are ...
Well, you're annoying me, first of all, and that's what I'm worried about. It was fun trying to find someone who would be logical and reasonable. It taught me something: Don't do that. Now when I find people pretending to be such, with the usual swirling stew of spurious thought running the show, it signals a deluded individual.
I thought of a way to define a set of points which form a donut (or 'torus' as they say) a couple of days ago, and I fed it to my pixellating and rotation code, and it looks like a great big green donut made of green dots. I don't think I've ever been so happy to crash my computer (which I did shortly afterward when I tried to make a donut consisting of 900 points).
A folk remedy: Put a potato in your pocket to fight rheumatism. It has to be a stolen potato. You know, many folk remedies have a basis in concrete modern medicinal science. In this case, the stolen potato gets you jailed, and then you quickly recover from rheumatism. See? Folksy heuristic crap works.
Jesus related many parables about plants. Like, that one about the olive tree. It was something like: Jesus wanted some olives for some reason, so he went over to this olive tree to get some. It was not olive season, so there weren't any olives on the tree. As punishment for acting this way, Jesus cursed the olive tree. Jesus.
As punishment for drinking, I'm eating bean pie.