The latest episode of Lost Causality is out, check it!
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Who the hell leaves a skirt at my house? I don’t see how that’s even possible.
Tomorrow I’m going to the end of the road to find something I’ve desired for so long. Will it be there? Will it be all I had wished of it? I can only hope so. Please be there, please be mine.
I don’t have much time, so I’ll make this quick. Go read this site right now. It’s a hilarious collection of essays written by this guy in school. He rocks. Walt Whitman was born 3000 years ago in ancient Hong Kong, btw.
I have decided to stop using two spaces between sentences. This feels very awkward, but everyone with whom I have spoken says it is proper now, including the internet. Who am I to argue with the internet? Argh, I have had to go back in every sentence so far this post and get rid of the nbsp. This is ricoculous.
In other news, tonight I am going to see The Fountain. I have deliberately avoided hearing about it so I will get the full experience.
Now, let us examine this. If I run over a pebble in the road, I feel it. This has the distinct advantage of keeping me aware of driving conditions I may otherwise have gone completely unaware of. I can thus drive at high speed and know exactly when my tires are about to lose traction over light gravel and compensate accordingly. This adds a whole new layer of fun to driving for me, since I needn’t worry about dangerous conditions such as ice or snow, since I’ll be aware of any particularly dangerous patches just before I hit them. I’ve been known to drive almost completely sideways around a corner over ice and never once have I felt out of control. I really don’t think this is me, I believe the car is the reason, as my last two cars would not have afforded this luxury with even a semblance of safety. So what makes me decide to write about my car today? Well, just now as I’m driving down the highway home from work, I noticed myself casually avoiding cracks in the road, so I tried just following the car in front of me, letting my tires go wherever theirs did. Awful! Never again will I make that mistake. Never
Last night, I got a call from Jamar. Here is an impromptu transcript of said conversation.
Me: "Sexy Brandon enterprises, how might I please you?"
Jamar: "Say what?"
Me: "Hi, you’ve reached Brandon, what do you need?"
Jamar: "Who is this?"
Me: "This is Brandon."
Jamar: "Brandon, this is Jamar, you have my phone motherfucker."
Me: "I’m sorry good sir, but I believe you have the wrong number."
Jamar: "You listen here you little bitch, this is my phone and you’re going to give it back right the fuck now."
Me: "I’m sorry, but you’ve dialed [my number] and I seriously doubt I’m the perpetrator of whom you speak."
Jamar: "Oh shit dude. My bad, I didn’t mean nothing."
Me: (In my best Black voice) "Ain’t no shit yo’, you go get that motha fuckin’ asshole and give him a piece for me brotha."
Jamar: "Holla back nigga!"
I love my life.
Hand it to the author of Dilbert to put everything in perspective. Scott recently wrote a piece on free will which I read. Oh man! Talk about enlightening! Remind me via email or aim and I’ll link it here later, right now I’m at a bar. The gist of the essay was that we have no more free will than the average robot. We do what we do because of the sensory inputs we receive. These inputs are variables in equations that have been written into our genes over billions of years. The result of each calculation is our action. I had honestly never considered free will in a really logical sense before. Suddenly everything made sense, my actions, the actions of others, they’re all going to happen. The past and future now share the property that they both have happened, one just has yet to be experienced. Free will has just (in my mind) entered the realm of religion (or lack thereof). I now realize that free will is an illusion. This IN NO WAY means that we should not act with a conscience at all times. It only means that our "conscience" is just another variable in the equation of every day life.
During the transition to WordPress, I lost my comments. I needed to save the chain on this post though, here it is:
Re: Thanks Scott Adams!
There are no variables, Brandon. Not only that, but note that each person has different filters for the sensory input. And I don’t just mean things like being color-blind, One of those filters is PAST EXPERIENCE. Each human-bot makes different decisions with the same input.
2006/11/29 by JASON! • www
Re: Thanks Scott Adams!
Jason – Would not those filters be seen as variables as well? A rose by any other name… But I would have to say I disagree with my namesake. Freewill does exist, because no man, woman, or child makes all motions without thinking.
2006/11/29 by -RearKick
Re: Thanks Scott Adams!
The original post by Scott
I think it should be noted that the thinking is part of the physical brain, which is governed by physics. You might have some random influence from quantum indeterminism, but it’s just that… random. Your thinking is just the process by which your computer evaluates the variables. Given any base state, with identical inputs, you will come to an identical conclusion. No free will, just physics.
2006/11/29 by RedKrieg
Today is my first real day back to work since November 10th. I can’t find one of my work shoes, couldn’t find my badges, had no milk to eat breakfast with, ran out of my favorite shampoo, and have now sat in traffic for 15 minutes while moving approximately 3000 feet. I know this because I filled up and reset my trip counter at the gas station by the interstate onramp and it now says I’ve travelled .7 miles. Oh glory day! My foot hurts so bad from the tennis shoes I had to put on that I think I’m taking it off. Fuck this is a bad day waiting to get worse.
I spent the last week in Orlando, FL on a business trip. I drank more than anyone else and met a lot of really awesome people who I look forward to working with in the future. I also met someone who I hope will remain a really good friend. To all my readers/coworkers who were there, thanks much for the wonderful times. It will not soon be forgotten.