lo, and marvel at my vast quantity of spare time.
gawd. gorgeous, warm, sunny day. fresh peaches. dirty mexicans. and blueberry cheesecake ice cream later. not happy, perhaps, but peaceful and content.
two new skins today. check em out. (number five’s my favorite)
we’re off to the garden center to drool over things we can’t buy until it’s warmer. then to home depot for the real shit….
yes. now they’re going to destroy those bombs they don’t have. i wonder if it’s occured to anyone that they’re going to start dropping those non-existent now-destroyed bombs on our asses soon? this is so stupid.
there seems to be a meme of “the smarter you are, the dumber the shit you do seems to be” going around. people telling dumb shit on themselves. i just realized today at about 4am that he’s called “eminem” because marshall mathers is abbreviated m.m.
i don’t have any kind of excuse. i’ve known his real name for years. and i always wondered why he had such a dumb stage name. and now i know. it’s because i’m an idiot.
“nobody understands quantum theory.” –richard feynman
the more i think about this, the more i think i can reconcile quantum mechanics, in which i believe, and faith, in which i want to believe. by quantum definition, subatomic particles are completely unpredictable and basically unexplainable. for a spirit/soul/life to leave a body/shell/mortal coil, it must be subatomic, or it could never get out. quantum foam lets me roam. energy isn’t destroyed. i think i can work with this. i need more time for research and thought…
in my biological father’s defense, he has tried very hard to make amends for my childhood. but when he heard that my dad died, there was some miscommunication, and he told me that he was relieved, because he thought it was me that had died. and while i can completely understand that, i’m not sure i can ever forgive it.