Should have done this last Sunday, but I forgot. And it’s 9:37 pm at night, I still have to do a video after this, and so now is the time to go for the somewhat easy option.

I will probably put other stuff in with the videos too, though. Diary stuff.

Like, for instance, I figured out my Thursday bus problem. The problem is that past a certain hour, the 405 Cambie stops running and the 405 Brighouse Station shapeshifts into its new form and takes its place. And it has a way different route, one that actually ends at… you guessed it, Brighouse Station.

So I will have to resign myself to either finding a different bus which takes me closer to home, walking the two (gasp!) blocks, or just walking the six or seven blocks from Kwantlen to home and skipping mass transit altogether.

Both times I have come home after my Thursday Creative Writing class so far, it’s been on a quite lovely evening, and so I have not minded the extra two blocks much. But later, when it is the rainy season (the locals call it “winter”…. I disagree), two two blocks will be a lot less pleasant.

So I will see if other route does the job. At least until I am in good enough shape to do the six block version.

And now, a video :

I finally wrote it down. That stuff about the problem being dynamic input has been rattling around in my head for at least a decade, and sitting as a note on my Google Keep account since… whenever I got one.

Oh that reminds me : I wrote this in class tonight!

Unclean. Thing were going great until she figured it out. I was Smooth Prince Charming, she was my Blossoming Princess. Everything was heading for the boudoir when she noticed my lack of ear tattoo. “You’re not…a NATURAL, are you?”. I played it smooth. “We prefer the term ‘genetically unaltered…’”. But it was too late. One horrified look, then she was scrambling at the door. I sighed and opened it for her. I hate my parents.

It was for a website called Paragraph Planet and that website does this thing where people submit works of exactly seventy-five words, no more no less, and they publish one a day on the site.

So all us eager beaver students had to write one. I had no problem with the wordcount restriction. I write to wordcount all the time. Taking out a word here and there is no big deal to me.

Hey look, another video!

Ah, my “fuck my previous life slash pump me up” speech. That already seems like so long ago, even though it was only what… ten days ago. Already I feel older… wiser… more mature.

And so far, as far as I know, nobody knows my terrible secret : that I am not, in fact, the brilliantly knowledgeable and surprisingly mature college agent student I am pretending to be. I am, in fact, a CREEPY 42 YEAR OLD MAN!

Mua ha ha ha… ha… haha….. um…. yeah.

Then there was day 1 :

As always happens, all the nervousness I had before going to school seems silly now. I am confident in my ability to get to class and I know my way around Kwantlen Richmond now. It’s a lot simpler than it looked on that first day.

Oh, and it turns out the Tim’s isn’t nearly the temptation I thought it would be. Why? Because nine times out of ten, when I go past it, the lineup is huge and so getting something would involve a lot of standing in line.

And fat people do not like standing up for a long time. It makes out feet swell up and makes our ankles and knees hurt. For me, that makes the temptation easy to ignore.

I’m sort of “off” Timbits these days anyhow.

Another vid, the one wherein I enthuse about the marvelously simple nature of euphony :

And… malphony? as well.

Had therapy today, but it wasn’t much of a session, because I thought the appointment was at 11:15 am, which is what my therapist told me, but what he wrote down was 10:45 am.

So I only got half a session. He’ll make it up to me.

Guess what? Music, that’s what!

I am rethinking my policy of making all my music videos slideshows. I’m starting to feel like they make it too hard to concentrate on the music. So I am working at crossed purposes there.

I like making the slideshows, even though I am not terribly good at it. I like that it makes use of all the image files I collected back when that was a thing I did a lot.

But I am thinking that maybe “brand new music” and “amusing slideshow” should be kept separate in the future.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for….

..my opinion on another Lay’s flavour! Sorry to have kept you in suspense for so long.

It really is uncanny how much they taste like meat. I bought a bag of Butter Chicken flavour today. So the stage is set for this long and glorious cycle to be completed. Maybe even tonight!

Did you know that The Vampires Suck The Other Guys?

Had to merge two collections in order to have enough slides for that one. Still not happy with that second text screen. Nothing is properly balanced and none of it looks quite right.

And I downloaded a Marquee font in order to do it and everything!

Then there’s… this topic.

Note how carefully I word things. I know that this topic treads very close to the third rail that is pedophilia, and far be it for me to invoke the vengeful wrath of the pure and the righteous by suggesting that there’s a little pedophilia in all of us, or that pedophiles might, on occasion, be actual flesh and blood human beings with lives and emotions just like us real people.

But it’s that proximity to the most severe taboo currently in operation that makes the issue confusing for me. Society makes it very clear that it hate hate HATES pedophilia, but doesn’t bat an eye when lovers call each other “baby” or shout out “who’s your daddy” during sex.

I just don’t get it.

And now, political theory :

I am serious about polls. No polls a month before. People who do and publish polls will be arrested and put in jail. You can scream about free speech all you want, I consider having democracy represent what the people really want to be more important.

Of course, that’s assuming we keep representative democracy at all.

I think I got the basic idea across. Under this interpretation of time travel, there is really no difference between a time traveler and the people native to the time. Both have around the same amount of power to change the future. The time traveler might think they can use their knowledge to get around that, but like I said, if they were going to succeed in killing Hitler, they would have, and then have had no reason to go back in time and murder some random German arts student in the first place.

And finally, a little more music.

I arranged the images in an order that sort of tells a story, although the middle is sort of vague. Sorry the HAL quotes are so loud. I tried to volume balance them but… didn’t make it.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.