The Glade 4.0

Funny, working on my own ****...has lead me to ignore books for the better part of the last six years. I couldn't tell you the last time I read anything really new.

edit, I take that back. I read all five of Martins books last summer but only one of those was new.

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Raell Kromwell

The power went off at 6:30. It was off until about 8:00. As soon as it went off I decided to lie down for awhile.

I find it amusing that the best sleep I've had in months came in that hour and a half.

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The U. S. Constitution doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You have to catch up with it yourself. B. Franklin

"A mind needs books like a sword needs a whetstone." -- Tyrion Lannister, A Game of Thrones

Best quote from a coworker today:
"I went to see the Dalai Lama when he came to town yesterday. It didn't have much effect on me. Just made me grumpy."

I'm so jealous of Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, George S. Patton, Marc Antony, Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, King John of England, King Henry VIII, Napoleon, Thomas Jefferson, and even Joan of Arc. I always have been.

Their lives were so much better than mine. Mine is just a huge of waste of time. If this was all a video game I would just quit right away (like I've always done with games). I'm not going to do anything stupid but I just don't like this life at all. It sucks so much.

because you're not a military leader or statesman, your life is a waste of time?

Run for office. Join the military.

I nearly joined the military out of high school. I was awarded the top scholarship to NROTC (they only give out 10 of them in New England). But I had exercise induced asthma so they put my application on hold. And then I just went to UMass Amherst instead with a good scholarship.

Oh wait, I'm the sane, rationale one now? Well we're ****.

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Note to self:

don't put a girl into a chokehold after you make out with her. Her friend will drag her off the dance floor.

(They were both laughing though)

Going to go out on a limb and guess you don't have the first clue how to put someone in a choke hold either.

It wasn't a very good one, that's why she got away.

Chloroform really helps you lock it in.

Not my style, the more sober the girl is, the better.

[citation needed]

It's a lot more meaningful if the girl knows what's happening and if she consents.

Meaning is arbitrary and people can still understand situations and consent while not being completely sober.

That doesn't really change his meaning.

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"...the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?" -Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

I have too much of a sense of humor to ever willingly quit my job. It's too funny to stay at the same place when everyone else like me is making startups, or switching to other companies. I'm never quitting.

Things that are important to me (most to least):

1. My body fat percentage
2. My job
3. Staying alive
4. Who is being nice to me and who isn't
5. My family

Sorry just being bored.

I'll be on Toronto this week, if anyone lives nearby.

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After cleaning my basement and garage and throwing out my couch this week I was struck by how memories can attach themselves to things. It is as if they become a talisman capable of conjuring the angels and demons of our past, a stolen moment here, a fight there, a familiar but half-forgotten face, a shared laugh, a shared tear, all this and more brought to mind by an inanimate thing. How weird it is that "a thing" made for one purpose can grow to represent something more, to serve as a silent reminder of times, places and people now gone. Upon reflection these thoughts give rise to irrational ideas such as, "Do these things absorb memories?"; "Do they contain sparks of these moments passed?"; "Do they somehow retain it when they are gone?" All of which lead me to wonder, does discarding a thing take with it a small portion of your memories? Without these triggers to bring them back are the angels and demons of the past consigned to fade away into the ether?

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Will we be seeing you on Hoarders in the near future?

Not so much, still threw that **** out because there are far more demons than angels in my past.

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Memories are a peculiar thing. We share them through common experiences but between even the closest of people they are never the same and over time they change in meaning. Sometimes time serves as a telescope and when we look back we are able to see things, pick up details we had missed in the moment, other times the pane of time acts as a sheet of tinted glass, obscuring the brightness of a shining moment. I suppose time is the perspective of context that we apply within our own minds.

So in the context of other people's memories how do we appear as time progresses? Are we a child, a teen, an adult? Do they remember us as heroes, accomplices in crime, a trusted cohort, compatriots in arms? Or are we the foil to their story serving as the villian, the breaker of hearts, the scoundrel?

Which perspective is true, mine? Yours? Neither? Or both?

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I like Pickles

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"None is more important, none more legitimate, than that of rendering the people safe as they are the
ultimate guardians of their own liberty."- Thomas Jefferson

"Yeah, I'm rehearsing my poker face. I don't handle stupid well. *sigh*" - Farsky

Fried chicken ramen, plus an egg, plus grilled chicken? Yeah, that's right because **** you chickens!

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