Well, blog within a post, end of day has arrived. My wife is watching a TV show that's so typically predictable: the dialog, the facial expressions, the well-timed background music.
Tiring. I've had enough of this world, of people, of expectations and boundaries and everything having to fit expected patterns: especially the one that keeps me from finding anyone to really let loose with in an exploring-the-nature-of-reality sense.
Not on this planet. *Certainly* not online where words limit.
That doesn't mean typing isn't still fun.
And thank <deith>, 'cuz otherwise this would be utterly in vain.
We had but five trick-or-treat-ers, then went to daughter's house for grandson's birthday. Fun. Great food. Degrees of tension due to wife's ex being there. But like in that song from the 70s, we will survive.
Hitting the bathroom at the moment. I do believe a glass of red is awaiting me. Maybe catch up on some political humor - i.e. anything/everything Kamala Harris says and/or does.
Is anyone else here getting excited about the slow steady approach of reply number 10000?
Ponderings seem the drunk driving on the road of mind.
How does it happen?
Does it matter?
"Enjoy the show" seems the best approach.
Thoughts occur too fast for the "I" thought to grasp.
So well architected: impossible for grasping to grasp grasping, i.e. itself.
Only by grace does the dream/nightmare oscillation cease as though never was.
Oh, for there to be another to get it the same way, to exchange words about it, to smile after a thorough analysis.
A fool and their self are not soon parted....
After a few days in the 80F's, weather in these parts shifted to become a lot more in accord with Halloween: much wind to bring leaves to the ground, a chill - but not debilitating - in the air, autumn colors everywhere.
Candy is ready. A degree of costuming in accord with the youngest grandchild's wishes acquired.
October 31 happens to be his birthday (3) as well.
Went on a bit of an "errands in preparation" journey with my wife earlier. I usually decline such, but today online reality seemed particularly boring. Tedious, even. I won't elaborate.
The only hitch was I'd been drinking copious quantities of water on top of coffee to help flush the underpinnings of gout from my veins/arteries, requiring three restroom visits along the way.
Human minds might be modeled as censoring/censorship machines, as it's practically our operational essence: selectively taking in information, and processing it in accord with past experience, with current beliefs, and ultimately deciding whether to ponder it based on all that. Some of the information doesn't make that cut. One might say that, in that case, one has censored information from oneself.
Given that, isn't uproar over censorship more than a little humorously ridiculous?
It hardly matters what people say anymore.
I focus on how they seem when presenting themselves and, should there be sufficient information derived solely from observing them behave of time, their ongoing, consistent character.
I keep finding that whereas people claiming to "be" conservative generally seem decent and trustworthy, people who claim to be "be" liberal are either hysterical, troubled, confused about who they are, quick to anger, and seemingly under the impression that reciting what others who call themselves liberal say - often verbatim - proves (you can literally see the pride in their face) they're a moral and intellectual giant looking down from above, clearly astonished to have discovered and/or distilled Truths that are more often than not it's merely pathetic drivel, if not utterly disconnected from the reality I know, but repeated frequently enough to have become deep and abiding Truth to them.
The funniest part of their pride from my point of view is that "Truth" can't be put into words - indeed, attempting to do so is necessarily an act of avoiding it by looking everywhere except where it lies: behind the within.
The previous entry is a good example of having run out of things to say, yet attempting to say something anyway.
I suspect this entry won't disappoint along those lines either.
Thing is, it's rare to never that an individual is ever much fascinated by anyone other than themselves unless they're interested in having sex with them. That transforms another person to the most amazing thing, incomprehensibly interesting, a testament to how all other people should be, etc., etc.
I honestly don't feel that, much, anymore.
There might be edge cases, though.
For example, when encountering the writing of someone else who stated something about a topic of interest in a way that one wishes one had thought of stating it themselves. Maybe that could be called post/paragraph/sentence/phrase envy - depending on the size of the text involved?
That happened to me yesterday.
I chanced upon a blog entry that utterly blew me away. And so I wanted to believe very badly that such a work of textural meaning art was commonplace for them, that I'd found someone I wanted to "follow" such that I didn't miss so much as a word they put forth.
You know what I'm saying?
But then I made the mistake of digging more deeply at other of their offerings.
It was soon clear the offering that seemingly changed my life forever was an aberration.
Oh, the sorrowful disappointment!
Multiply that by at least a million, and you've my several-decades-long-yet-somehow-still-going online experience.
I'm loving this rainy day. Can't
see much of it yet for being too
early/dark. But the neighbor on the
other side of the backyard has a
backyard light whose rays simmer off
the wet pool cover, the landings of
droplets visible in that wondrously
random way.
Reminds me of how, yesterday during
almost sunset, the shadow of a pickup
truck we were driving behind was cast
on the trees on the edge of a forest
to our right, giving the illusion of
something objective whose shape was
changing rather quickly.
Not much happening at sites my
recently-created monitor scripts
hover over.
One reported a change in some replies
at Midnight Pub. Not sure what the
change was, as the parent post is a
few weeks old. All I can imagine is
they *seemed* to change *possibly*
due to the title of the parent post
changing. But, then, no change to the
parent was reported. But that makes
no sense because it's title is merely
'~'... which maybe had been '-'? But,
then, that author has many posts with
that title... or did they forget to
change just one from '-' to '~'? Again,
the script should have reported the
change to that post if its children
replies were report. Weird. Must be
some error situation the script isn't
handling. All it does is keep a copy of
the output of a scraping script that
returns all post and reply URLs on
the front page, then runs that scraper
again, diff's the two, then examines
the differences.
I'd have to keep running copies of the
files being diff'd to possible figure
out what's going on, but that would
be keeping quite bit given the script
awakens to do its thing every minute.
Anyway, yeah, super boring entry. This
posting thing is once again feeling
like reaching for fulfillment from the
heart of ennui. I've nothing to add to
conversations that anyone other that
I could possibly understand given the
reality of how meaning is assigned
to words in what we call/consider
separate minds.
For the briefest of kicks shall I now
pass this entry through "fmt -40",
then my own "center" script, surround
it what it takes to force "pre" tag
enclosure, and let 'er fly....
conservative, liberal, it's all the same to me.
Honestly.
Who cares whether or not you get worked up with whatever people do behind closed doors
or what set of pronouns they decide to adopt for themselves
or...
idk
It's a person's character that matters, in the end. Be they homosexual, or christian, or anything in between.
> Who cares whether or not you get worked up with whatever > people do behind closed doors
Beats me. I try to avoid what may or not be going on behind closed doors, because they're tenaciously difficult to see through. I try to focus on what seems to be going on before my very eyes (i.e. whether there be doors or not) - hopefully while remembering how much preconceived notions and such filter what seems to be going on.
> It's a person's character that matters, in the end. Be > they homosexual, or christian, or anything in between.
I don't disagree, except maybe with the "in the end" part, because I think a person's character matters from the get go through to the end.