Night of the Living Dave

One month of hell officially started yesterday. This one looks worse than usual. You always say I'm difficult and insane a few days before sending out mass emails alerting the public to the Profound and Difficult Time of Mourning. You weren't mourning when I was dead. The public has been warned about this a lot of times, and if you didn't stop the pain before it got here it can only be because you like it. It's possible that the damage by mid-December will be too big for me to calculate. I would love, love I say, to be wrong, to be mistaken, but my ability to be mistaken is also filled with mistakes somehow, and eventually you have to take a break from the mockery to count all the dead people. Once again, I will not be one of them.

I will probably be struck speechless for awhile but here is a picture so you can see that I didn't kick her in the head on purpose or anything.

The reaction has been running for 1080 days. I was starting to get lost but then saw that people were actually working on stuff out there, which means I should probably start being more helpful, and remember that the first year was always going to be difficult anyway, so getting lost is normal. Hitting the ground running is still pretty much hitting the ground.

I think I should be up and working hard at something and then it's like ow my back! The moment I decide to get up and do something both legs give out and the back seizes up and I thank LOLCAT above that this is the weekend and I don't have to move if I don't want to.

I've figured out a lot of stuff in the past week. I didn't realize how many of you are out there by now. There's a lot of you guys.

Eli: My head is pounding, heartbeat has accelerated. It's getting harder and harder to breathe...as our very lives are being vented out into space.
Scott: That is gonna get old very fast.
Eli: This needs to be documented.
Scott: No-one's gonna see that!
Eli: How do you know? We made it here; someone else could too. If we die, maybe this can help them to find out what happened to us.
Rush: Yeah, well, we're not dead yet.
Eli: I'm starting to have slightly blurred ...
Scott: Eli!
Eli: What?!

Hey Daveheart! Where did all your sponsors go? Yeah I thought so!

Storm struck like hurricane

The storm that soaked the state this week was the California equivalent of a hurricane, according to experts working to ready the public for the next one.

Called an "atmospheric river," the storm pulled a geyser of moisture all the way across the Pacific Ocean, from the tropics near Indonesia. The narrow channel of intense rain scored a direct hit on California's Central Coast, then gushed like a fire hose all day.



Near Big Sur, more than 20 inches of rain were recorded in a single day. Sacramento received 3 inches, enough to make this the city's fifth-wettest October in history.

( Of all the blogs to use for hard drive space why do I choose this one, I have no idea )

( while everywhere the ceremony of innocence is puked onto Falcon Heene's Dad on national television )

hmmm.

World's most famous Albanian.

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=6972&page=4#Item_19

http://warren-ellis.livejournal.com/598431.html

Watching this on SyFy at the moment:



Friday the 13th The Series, season one episode 11, "Scarecrow".

Never seen it before today or knew of its existence.

( [edit for commentary] )

holy shit

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_12

Was watching this clip from The Prisoner and stopped a minute or so in to wonder what Tracy Morgan would think. All the time I'm catching myself liking stuff that Tracy Morgan would probably never watch on purpose and wondering what my deal is anyway. I don't know. Tracy I have no idea. Something's fucked up, that's all I can say for sure.

You know, Michael Moore, what can you do with Michael Moore, who wants to see a guy and his squealing about an economic system that pays no attention to him, even though he was right about General Motors, he was right about the Bush administration, he was right about the health care system being about to fail. I guess it's better to overlook a man who constantly and accurately finds serious flaws in the system because we can't all be filmmakers, some of us have to eat tree bark and fling shit at each other and live off the oil in a french fry vat and never get to the movie theater.

The Nobel Peace Prize is making a lot of people wonder why Obama deserves something so huge after being in office only nine months. I think a lot of people are forgetting what it felt like when Bush demolished the social order just 8 years ago. Bush 43 wasn't just wrong as a person, he wasn't just a jerk, he was a mass murderer who nearly destroyed the world. It's easy to get lost in the siphon of the current stories, news channels still yank audiences all over the goddam place trying to get consensus on a bunch of moving objects. Just stop and remember what was finally ended when Obama took office.



This just scared the bejeezus out of me, remembering 2002 and the constant, constant sadness. Tom Ridge came out to be one of the good guys recently. It was a pleasure to see him finally say the terror alert system was being abused by election people. It was a pleasure to see anything at all actually.

Enjoy your prize Barry. Take a breath if you want.

Apollo 13, there are five engines on the second stage booster and one of them fails, the center one, but the other four compensate, and then when they reach 12:34 minutes of burn they cut engines. This is when whatsisname starts puking, before they eject the second stage and wander off to get the landing module in the right place.

5 engines for 12:34 minutes of burn time.

Did this really happen or was it just for the movie? What were they doing? Do I know already?

okay this is the year I will spell things right, I just know it.

"I am deeply disturbed by reports of a crackdown and arrests ordered by Chinese authorities in the wake of peaceful protests by Tibetan Buddhist monks. I condemn the use of violence to put down peaceful protests, and call on the Chinese government to respect the basic human rights of the people of Tibet, and to account for the whereabouts of detained Buddhist monks.

These events come on the 49th anniversary of the exile of the spiritual leader of Tibetan Buddhists, the Dalai Lama. They demonstrate the continuing frustration of the Tibetan people at the way in which Beijing has ruled Tibet. There has been an informal dialogue between Chinese leaders and the Dalai Lama's representatives over the past six years. It is good that they have been talking, but China has thus far shown no flexibility on the substance of those discussions. Indeed, it has delayed in scheduling the latest round, despite the willingness of the Tibetans to continue dialogue.

If Tibetans are to live in harmony with the rest of China's people, their religion and culture must be respected and protected. Tibet should enjoy genuine and meaningful autonomy. The Dalai Lama should be invited to visit China, as part of a process leading to his return."

-Barack Obama, Chicago, IL March 14, 2008

Brain is completely fried with information. Or was anyway. The second half of today got more relaxing somehow. For awhile I was thinking of trying to figure out Bill Murray's private phone number and probably guessed wrong, but it was exciting for a little while. People don't want to see themselves as made of numbers and so are probably unwilling to believe that a telephone area code which builds into phi probably attracts bad weather according to a vast psychic sewage system installed centuries ago by folks with serious Egypt envy. Southern Illinois where lots of phone numbers would match up approximately with phi is so flood-prone that George Carlin made a special point of mocking everyone who lived there year after year through disasters that change the map of three States pretty much every Summer. There are people who know all about this but figure citizens are mostly disposable when there is all that money to be made building cities into giant factories.

There were pretty girls on the internet, I like those, there were morons repeating some bullshit about the same identical abusive and criminal memetics from last year and the year before that somehow being art, there was Lady Gaga forming some seriously hot fractions in New York, there were jackhammers, and all the rice I burned by mistake, and my last piece of filter paper for the coffee machine. There's a massive and totally awesome relief effort for Indonesia and a storm about to wreck Japan. There are a bunch of webcomic fans who never read Yeats and there was me not being paid enough to type out the entire quotes from The Golden Ass that Ryan North requested. Yes Ryan, it's in there. There was some peace and quiet that I enjoyed, I hit zero a few times and that was nice. There was a voice in the back of my head that told me to google Damien Hirst to figure out if he had falsified the gold relics found in in England recently and so I did and there he was.

Hirst also said that he found it “difficult to square up the money and the fame with the art and the integrity”. A bevy of art critics suggest that the money/fame dyad has overwhelmed the art/integrity couplet, so I request elaboration. “Integrity is about what you’re doing,” he says. “It’s about being honest. Warhol said, look, I’m a star-f***er. If you admit it and you are true to yourself, then it works.”

Are you a star-f***er? I have to ask.

“I think we are all star-f***ers to varying degrees. The whole celebrity thing comes out of a fear of death, which is what art has always been about. The desire to draw is fundamental to art. Connected to that is a desire to be the best drawer in the class. Then the class gets bigger and bigger and that grows into a desire to be the most famous artist in the world. You meet famous people and it makes you feel closer to being immortal in some way.”

Hirst crosses his arms and looks up at the Little Electric Chair.

There is the movie Wargames with all the names rearranged due to weird mistranslation. They named the heroes David and Jenn because they didn't know any better, but you would never guess what Joshua really is. With all the Zissous and Colberts in the world you would almost never guess who Stephen Falken is supposed to be. I mean I would forgive you because it's pretty obscure. It has some bearing on current events though if you're me.

I made this resolution once a few years ago to just stop thinking about apostrophes anymore except for the Zappa album with the song about the foot on it. Like the bass cleff, like the comma, the apostrophe is another golden spiral if you're using the right font, the people who invented writing weren't fucking around you know. The first form of writing ever made, in the mountains in southern China, had some characters including the shapes for the numbers two and six and also a spiral.

There are some people trying to make me go outside when I don't want to. If my apartment were secure maybe I could leave it alone for awhile but it's not. There are some Masons who owe me a phone call. There is confusion about the RAND Corporation and their knack for simulation, because my Dad's family grew up in an IBM project and my hometown is a GE project so I don't know for sure how RAND fits into it though the military and RAND both contract out to everybody. Its name is really an acronym for "R and D", which I forgot. And what would happen if I managed to piss off Apple's chief cryptographer a few years ago anyway on top of everything else? It's all pretty mindboggling.

I used to try and write something every day so I could give my brain some exercise and then eventually it became a form of making new sutras when the years started flowing according to discernible patterns that I could go and look up easily in old journal entries. Zappa's imaginary dog said his conceptual continuity was the apostrophe, the word sutra basically means the same thing as Zappa's conceptual continuity in its larger context.

Trying to weaponize dharma is pretty seriously complicated, it requires a massive psy op that makes it so your buddha is always working from the perspective of love even if that love is somehow fabricated, but then whatever gain you get out of it from a military standpoint always comes back to bite you because some people only appreciate victory and don't get the love part. I forget which tale in The Thousand and One Nights has the story of the magician who had to be given the magic lamp rather than just grabbing it himself. You can't just take it, you have to deserve it somehow. If something designed our reality it put a safety catch on whatever harm a single person could do, you have to be willing to suffer for a very long time and even die for love before you get to throw oceans at people, and even then you can't really do it exactly on purpose. They have to deserve getting an ocean thrown at them. And there is a formula for determining if someone deserves it, and there are temporary fake oceans too, for people who don't have the patience for merit and so doom themselves by fucking with nature.

I am a bad Jesus, I'm getting fat on ice cream. I think I lost a few Facebook friends for appropriating a rap lyric about cocaine just so I could rhyme something with "tased".

Good people don't need illegal surveillance do they.

Did you ever notice in the Omen movies that the actual heir to the Thorne empire was this blonde American kid but the adopted Damien who killed his whole family to get at the money was British? Pretty funny that Hirst was interviewed by a Ms. Thornton yeah? These are funny jokes to me.

You know how sometimes you make up a story to get rid of someone obnoxious like saying you have a meeting and so you have to get ready and so goodbye for now see you later? You know what I like? I like when a massive company gets sick of one ignorant tool named Mark and evicts him from his home saying "oh, yeah, we're tearing the place down see, so you can't live here anymore" and then just stops responding four years later when the house is still there. Fucking hilarious.