Mean Old World

by owen on Sat, 06th Feb

My next door neighbor washes his new SUV EVERY MORNING before he goes to work. And he used to do it with his old car too. Both inside and outside. That is how I know that he either has nothing to do or is a compulsive cleaner. In the future cars will be coated in sheep fur that grows in the winter and you have to shave it in the summer. Go back to the start.

I was not going to say anything about the Haitian thing because people will simply think that I am insensitive to concerns of the people but really I'm jealous. I have not saved anybody since the year has stared. the sooner or I save somebody the sooner I can chilling. I have the ability to make jokes out of serious situations but it keeps me objective, keeps the dent in the rare quarter panel of my car from being fixed because I fear they will make it worst. First world problems.

As you enter a restaurant, if you see it has a pool, lake or something like then you can tell instantaneously tell its going to be ridiculously expensive. Double if the pool contains fish, exotic fish or crabs.        The food will be tasty and strange and they'll bring you drinks and bread to fill you up while you wait 30 minutes for the real food. Like a raindrop needs a shower. I just realised I have been writing this for like 3 weeks. Well, so it go.

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My Guitar Slowly Weeps

by owen on Mon, 04th Jan

Another year passes and I have yet again failed to learn and memorize every single detail of everyone of my friends. I can only hope to become a better person this year. Knowledge, wisdom and understanding. I am a real late starter. I see the floor and it needs sweeping, the world it keeps turning. You would think that getting to know everybody would be simple with the six-zillion people connected to me on stalker-book. Leaving little bible verses for me everyday, selling me cows, showing me pictures of their prized items/children/insecurities/boobies. But such is not the case. All it has done is given me more lists to manage, people to transform and questions to ask.

I am not going to do a recap the year's best posts or the best of you. It would only make me re-read things I have already written, make mistakes where there are none, taint the bueaty that lies in the mind of the beholder. I will program a way to auto-magically do it next year (if I get around to actually doing it). I am a real late starter. I'm making up for lost time.

All I can be is thankful but I still have a weird feeling that I have done this before. My beard keeps growing back, not sure why, since I keep cutting it and the prices for hair cuts keep getting higher and higher. I still haven't found that deserted island with no mirrors. I am not sure if I am getting better or worst. I used to be so nice. I ran out of ketchup and the little packets in the fridge have been in there for more than a year. Dilemma.

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Deliverance

by owen on Thu, 10th Dec 2009 at 6:26 pm

All my favorite things eventually get taken away. I have no HBO or Cinemax cheesy latenight softporn. I hope you all are happy now, now that we are in a drought because we did not have any hurricanes. Added to the fact that my favorite Chinese food place burnt to the ground yesterday. Well it didn't really burn to the ground but I am deeply saddened and I certainly won't be able to partake of the blessing that is chicken-fry-rice anytime soon. CURSES!!!

I was recently gifted with a tiny little blue fish. I'm pleased to announce that it is not dead yet and no, I have not named it. Why should I name it? I am its only friend. Sometimes I stare at it and wonder what it thinks about now that it is trapped in a cashew bottle on my "chest of draws". That phrase always makes me laugh alittle on the inside, "chest of draws", "house of cards", deoxyribonucleic acid. Sometimes it become imobile, almost as if sleeping or texting while driving. I give the bowl a gentle tap, then I feed it.

It was suggested that I go off to the north coast for my vacation, I'm pleased to announce that I instead spent most of the time sleeping. Other than that, I spent my time reading and thinking about complicated software architectures of LMS systems. Maybe the concept of a vacation eludes my simple mind.

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Aqualung

by owen on Fri, 06th Nov 2009 at 12:54 pm

Considering the Rare Earth Theory and the fact that there are nothing but turtles all the way down. Nothing you do may actually matter in the grand scheme of things. We may just be strangers on a yellow submarine. Call all you want but nobody will answer because it may all be just another distraction from what you are really suppose to be doing i.e. procreating. Millions and millions of babies.

Eitherway I still get great moments of inspiration. Like I could change one variable to a 1 from a 3 and the world would come to end suddenly because I'm solved the "problem". The answer is in the numbers. If I turn it around enough in my head and analyse the variables eventually I will achieve the great Singularity.

All I have to do is come up with a simple solution that is manageable. Because the only good solution is a solution that works for everybody or else I would just be masterbating. Use Somebody. If you are sending me joke which is 2.7 mb powerpoint slide attachment in my work email, then it must be a REALLY REALLY good joke. I mean REALLY, REALLY good. So good that a iliterate monkey would laugh at it. This for me is a conundrum because I hate powerpoint files. There must be a better way.

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Moral Centralia

by owen on Fri, 30th Oct 2009 at 11:24 am

I am a solver. I genuinely believe that every problem can be solved by paitient thought and constantly re-arranging the variables involved in the problem. Little round mirrors. Lately I keep thinking that I will solve myself out of a job. Who needs a job anyway? There must be a easier way to keep idle hands out of trouble, find something you love.

I am often at work in the early mornings having the urge to go home and then when I reach home I am thinking about something at work - something to solve or document. I think its the traffic - it drains my soul, murdering my time in cold blood. Curse the hours we have to keep.

Happiness writes white. I can already feel the pain for the people that might try to figure out the references, especially since I live so much in the presentense. Incommunicado. It should be hard, especially in the future, with computers that run on water. But then again in a million years nothing will matter and the moon will lost to the emptiness of space.

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