1 AM

Or 1:22 to be exact.

I'm in Cape Breton, of all places, for the next few days with some relatives.

What the fuck is up with that?

Anyway the call center is back on my horizon as money continues to make the world (by which I unfortunately still mean school) go round. This is all very annoying.

In other news the next Hypnoticon gathering is in October, with another in January. Much as those dates are nasty it looks like a sizable number of others in Soviet Canuckistan will be attending. I may talk to a few comrades from the EMCSA about heading out together for the winter. DS plans to attend, it would be neat to meet an Objectivist in that context I think. The other usual subjects - Ru, Wiseguy and others will hopefully make it as well.

I hope things remain on the level but let's face it, meeting these people, or rather my people, in real time will inevitably be fucked up. The key will be...

Aghh, fucked up indeed.

Shikata Ga Nai

I never saw the angles until I hit the intersections at 200 kilometers an hour. One road, one life, the other road, something else. Now the intersection is coming up, braking isn't an option and there is a police officer handling traffic. He doesn't like me. Though we've never met, though I'm one of the thousands handled by him he controls the course of my journey. Did I mention he doesn't like me?

This is not a pleasant place to be.

So I accelerate. I'm going to hit that mother fucker harder than he's ever been before. There are doubts racing in my mind at a faster velocity. There are other police, other roads to be arrested on even if I make it past this one. There are other, harsher roads and my car is showing the wear and tear of the journey to this point.

Time. Time is a factor. How much faster can this car go, can it reach such an acceleration I break him in two or will he simply lurch out of the way and shoot out my wheels from behind?

I'm here. There is no other choice.

Shikata Ga Nai.

Forgetting Anonymity

In an opposite spirit to previous blogs, forum handles, chat nicks and phone book entires I've decided not to use a pseudonym here for my own protection/trolling. The reasons for this are simple, 6 different e-mails are too much to keep track of and my Trollish nature was given its final cease and desist order from this fantastic YouTube video. This Blog will be covering no specific topic so I'd advise against reading it. You are just as likely to read about events in the Middle East as you are to read about my participation in the Hypnofetishist community.

You've been warned.

So, time to get working on Post# 1.