Just some stuff

Once more, I have no particular plans for today’s entry, so I am winging it.

Luckily, being someone who is way better at coming up with plans than at actually implementing them, I have a certain amount of experience with winging it.

I have highly developed wing muscles.

Luckily, I still have the random stuff that ends up washing ashore in my browser to work with, so I will just share said things with you.

For instance, I came across this recently, and it made me so very happy.

It is a half hour of Genesis in their prime, with Peter Gabriel looking all sexy and intense and the rest of them all looking like the dirty shaggy hairy hippies they were back then. There they are, making awesome 1972 Prague rock prog rock happen, and showing that for them, half an hour can be basically a single song.

I cannot emphasize enough how hot Peter Gabriel looks back then, despite his tendency to overdo the gesticulation maybe just a little. Well, they were barely out of college, and part of prog rock’s “thing” was that it was done by highly educated bookish types who were not natural entertainers and who often therefore did not exactly rock the house with their stage presence.

In fact, part of Pink Floyd’s standard lore is that they had such incredibly expensive and daring and eye popping visual concerts, with giant parade balloons and huge special effects, in their heyday because they knew they were basically three very dull upper class British fellows who just played their instruments and sang without doing much. And so they had to make the rest of the show so interesting that nobody would pay attention to the three boring British dudes on the stage.

The fact that a lot of their audience was on, shall we say, performance enhancing drugs (leading to drug enhancing performances) did not hurt either.

Genesis, in the clip above, had obviously not quite reached that stages yet. and so it is just four British hippies getting their progressive rock thing on.

Bonus knowledge for me : I had often wondered who played the flute in their early stuff. Turns out it was Peter. Now I know.

I could go on about Genesis for the entire thousand words, easily, but I suspect none of the rest of my readers care about them, so I will move on.

Next, there is this little bit of fun :

Did you see the twist coming?

Isn’t that always the way it goes, fellas? You go after what seems like the perfect girl and she turns out to be a bitch?

Seriously, though, cute trick, Atlanta Humane Society. I am sure that amongst those fifteen thousand men, you got at least one decent adoption prospect. Not sure it was worth the 14,999 pissed off, angry, embarrassed calls from guys looking to bang a hot black chick (of the human kind), but still, cute.

I particularly like the cleverness of the phrasing. Everything in the ad is no doubt perfectly true of Daisy, the black bitch in question. Dogs love to play, especially the sporting breeds like black Labs. Dogs certainly do not care about your ethnicity, and they love to go hunting, fishing, and camping with you. Basically, they like doing things with you, especially in a stimulating outdoor environment where they can romp and play and smell everything.

And unless you are one of those weird people who puts clothes on your dog (totally unnecessary for a black Labrador, they are retrievers, they are naturally waterproof), then she will certainly happy to greet you at the door naked.

I hope Daisy went to a good home, with someone who would take care of her and love her and play with her. We already know he must have had a good sense of humour.

Finally, there is this pretty damned interesting article on near death experiences on Salon.com that I am slowly making my way through.

That is how it tends to go with me. When something is really interesting, it takes me a long time to read it, because I keep needing to stop reading to really thinking about what I just read.

I already knew the basics about near death and out of body experiences from having read about the subject before in my readings on various paranormal and fringe science type phenomena. But there is a lot about this I did not know, like this :

However different their personalities before the NDE, experiencers tend to share a similar psychological profile after the NDE. Indeed, their beliefs, values, behaviors, and worldviews seem quite comparable afterward. Importantly, these psychological and behavioral changes are not the kind of changes one would expect if this experience were a hallucination. And, as noted NDE researcher Pim van Lommel and his colleagues have demonstrated, these changes become more apparent with the passage of time.

Now that is an interesting result. Anything that can take the wide variety of human personality and move it towards unity bears a second look. I have tended to somewhat pooh-pooh the notion that a great deal of what we do as human beings stems from the fear of our own death, but this would seem to lend credence to that idea. Once people have this personal experience of an afterlife, they are completely convinced that there is life after death, and they become much happier people.

They laugh a lot, they get pleasure from the little details of life, their new positive personality lets them make friends with everyone they meet… it is, by all rational measurement, a vast improvement. They become like wise holy men, happy and relaxed and perfectly at peace with themselves.

And all because they had a brush with death and came back.

You know what that means, don’t you?

Flatliners lied to us, man!

Still, one wonders if you could found a religion based on (safely) giving people near death experiences.

No idea at all

I sincerely have no idea what to write tonight. So I guess we will be just taking our words for a walk and seeing where the heck we end up this time.

I am just as excited about this as you are.

Today has been dull. But is the good kind of dull that I have come to enjoy on Saturdays. Last night was dinner at Denny’s (oft maligned but we love it) , and tomorrow night we will likely eat out at ABC Country Kitchen (great place for “normal” food and they make a good pot roast so many hearts from me), so today acts as a nice pause between social days. I can relax, regain my social energy (very important for us introverts), and spend a quiet night at home while Joe and Julian go play board games with Joe’s family.

There is definitely something different about having the apartment to myself for an evening. Not that Joe and Julian are loud roomies. We would never get along if they were. All three of us are quiet, bookish types who dislike loud noise, so just by following our own preferences, we keep things quiet for one another as well.

It’s nice how that works out.

But still, as quiet as we all are, we do still make noise, and so having the apartment all to myself for an evening makes for an extra quiet night, with nobody else in my social space at all, and for one night an evening, that is very nice indeed.

I guess that even living with other introverts is not quiet enough for my introverted nature and I truly need time with a completely empty social sphere in order to fully recharge.

That might be part of why I always feel better after being out on my own for a while, like when I take the bus back from an appointment or something. Being out on my own is almost the same as having an empty social sphere, because while I am not alone, there is nobody I know around.

That is how I can be someone with social anxiety who nevertheless does not mind crowds at all. You are anonymous in a crowd. You are not socially interacting with anybody except in a very peripheral sense. So it is kind of the same as being alone.

At least, that is how it is in my reality instance. Your instance will have its own local variables and hence may produce different results.

Wow, after three days of coasting on the news, thinking up things to write seems like so much work now.

It does not help that I am feeling fairly tired. My sleep has been total crap lately. I am actually sort of looking forward to my next crash, because even though they suck big time, I will at least eventually get some decent sleep. Lately all my sleep has been fitful and unsatisfying. It really feels like nothing at all, like I did not really sleep, just… lost time. Just laid there not doing anything while the hands of the clock turned into a blur.

So I have been feeling tense and nervous and restless lately. Restless indeed.

In local news, our big screen television, a gift from Joe’s parents, seems to have finally given up the ghost. You try to turn it on and it tries to warm up the tube like normal, but it just never gets there. The little power on light just blinks three times, then nothing. Over and over again.

It is sad to see.

The sudden death of our big TV has really given me a serious case of the “Don’t Know What You Got Till It’s Gone” blues. Its departure from this mortal realm has really made me aware of just how central to our lives it was.

Every day, I spend hours watching videos via Netflix and playing games on the Wii. When my friends and I get together, we spend the whole time watching DVDs and VHS tapes. Joe, Julian and I spend four weekend mornings per week watching the Daily Show and Colbert together, plus stuff from the DVD collection like X-files and Sanctuary. All of it is done via that lovely big TV.

And I highly doubt that we can afford to buy one on our own. We only got the one we had because Joe’s parents bought a newer, bigger, better TV and gave us their old one.

I somehow doubt they will be doing that again any time soon.

So now we are stuck watching TV on a tiny tabletop TV, the sort of thing you would stick on a dresser in your bedroom. Not quite appropriate for living room use, but it beats the hell out of having no television at all.

So if this truly is your last hurrah, Big TV, if your tube truly is dead and therefore it would cost more to fix you then to buy a new one, then rest in peace knowing you gave us many many house of lovely big picture enjoyment.

No wonder it wore out. We used that thing all the damned time!

Watching TV on the little one is… an adjustment, but the mind compensates fairly rapidly. it is not like I am squinting and wondering what is going on now.

There is just a lot less detail.

Playing games on the Wii is slightly more of an adjustment. I am still enjoying the hell out of playing Spider-Man : Shattered Dimensions for the Wii. It is such an awesome game that I am covered in sweat with a racing heart when I am done playing. It is literally pulse pounding excitement for me.

In fact, I would be enjoying it even if it did not star my number one guy, Spider-man. But getting to me him, web-slinging around and laying the smack down on bad guys and tossing out hilarious one-liners, makes it a nearly transcendent experience for me.

Too bad I have to play it on a (relatively) tiny screen now.

Seeya tomorrow, folks!