Thursday, October 28, 2010


What to do? What ever to do?

Whilst the operators of vehicles with manual transmission are transformed by exercise into doppelgangers for Greek gods, automatic owners let their left legs fall into the sin of sloth.

Their shrimpy left legs fall into disuse. White, shriveled up, weak left legs across the country lay dormant at the sides of their perseverant co-workers. Automatic owners listless driving here and there, all the while achieving no exercise or calorie burn with half of their lower limbs. What's to become of the ignored appendages? Forgetting muscle movements, losing muscle tone, shriveling up due to poor circulation.

Soon they'll all claim workers comp, quit their jobs, run up lots of credit card debt on ridiculous looking shoes, socks, legwarmers and the like, and then take the better portion of their body's paycheck in the form of welfare.

I detest this hypothesis, and protest the hate crimes being performed every second around the country by all the foolish wretches that are selfish enough to own clutchless cars.

Stop the mindless violence. Work for a better tomorrow. This is change we can believe in.

It's now or never:


Monday, October 25, 2010


A world with no backspaces. A world without the delete key.
No undos. Absence of ctrl-x. No do-overs. No second chances.
No spell check. No edits. No apologies.

That world begins here:

Every letter, every word carefully chosed(chosen), typed slowly, and deliberately.
Thought before action. Mind over metacarpals. Free will over find(g)ers.

I'm already wanting to fix the wrongly spelled words. It's the perfectionist in me.
The one I ate . Okay, that was stupid. Ignore this paragraph.

What if life were this way? It kind of is, sin't it (isn't it?) If we realized the foreverness of each decisoin, would we treat others differently? Wol(Would) we always be cautious, afraid to live? Would we still be brac(brave) strong, heroic, even? Would we read blogs, would we write them, or wouldn't we? Would we be obsessed with death, and search endlessly for the cure. Would we ponder the after life and pray withour(t) ceasing, hoping with f(hopeful) faith that the finiteness of human i(life() can be overcome by something even more eternal and forever and lasting than a single moment's decision? Would we love? Would we hate?

What is the perfect lifestyle? How can one live without regrets? Will we ever stop wishing for time machines? Will the delete button ever suffer the fate that its imposed on so many others: a fate of nothingness and void.

Can we learn from the past without longing to change it?
I'm living n(in ) the moment.
Will Ignor this line.
I'm living for the moment.
Attempting to stiffen my neck, never look back.
Never say die, never ask why.
Live live looking forward.
"Onward and upward" - CS Lewis
Backspace begone.

New era begins here: