Alrighty then. Having just returned from a brief trip to Safeway with bouncing, I am now armed with a nice big bag of chips, a yummy jar of cheese sauce, two liters of fresh Pepsi, and a big cup of ice to put it in. And the Garbage cd is just getting underway with Temptation Waits. Perfect for what promises to be a nice, big, messy rambling. And I'll try not to make any statements that will have me sticking that big foot into my oral orafice within the next few days. :)

To begin with, let's make sure we all know exactly what it is that I'm following up. I shall now go back, reread the entries in question, and link to them for everyone's convenience. The first and The Second.

Ok. Now that I've read both of those all again in their entirity, I think we can begin. (I should probably also take another look at Roblimo's article, but I want to get some new content written. Besides, I don't think it would be worth my time. This is about my life. Not Roblimo's.)

Of course, a real discussion of this wouldn't really be complete without an inclusion of something I wrote on this page just under a couple weeks ago. And the emails written since. Heh. Unfortunately, I really am not comfortable writing publicly regarding the details. I mean, I want to, but I just won't. I'm sorry, I'm just gonna have to kludge around it here. Too bad.

So, I suppose the real question is: What do I have to add to what was written before? Hmmm. First, I suppose a re-questioning of the initial assumptions would be in order. Then, if I find that those assumptions are still valid, I need to figure out the possible ways act on them. What would be the likely result of a given set of actions? How could I best achieve the objective, whatever that may be? On the other hand, if the assumptions are totally invalid, it's time to go back to the drawing board and re-write everything from scratch.

Oh shit. Here I go, talking about my romantic life like it's some sort of science project. Shit shit shit. Oh well. So be it.

So, what the hell are the assumptions?

Gawd, I feel like this is proceeding at a turtle pace. Here I am, the Garbage cd is on the second to last track, and I'm still sitting here trying to figure out the basic assumptions.

Type a sentence. Eat a chip or two. Drink some Pepsi. Stop and contemplate. Eat another chip. Have a thought. Decide it's not worth writing. Drink a little more Pepsi. Type another sentence. Go back and reword the previous sentence. Drink another sip. Pour some more. Think a little bit again. Ugggggh. :(

[Insert some lame comment about how I hope all the social anthropologist-minded folks reading this are enjoying it. Delete said comment, before foot ends up in mouth again.]

[Garbage cd ends. Bitscape removes it. Inserts Nine Inch Nails: The Fragile: Disc 1. Play.]

Maybe I should listen to Queensryche instead. It might be more conducive.

[Bitscape dons headphones and proceeds to crank the volume to a decibel level human ears were never meant to be subjected to.]

[Many moments pass...]

Damn, this is good music. Trent is one brilliant music dude.

Ok, I'm back from musical spacey land. So, getting back to the reason I was inspired to write this on this particular evening (it's been a long time coming anyway, but this brought things to the forefront): the viewing of American Pie. (And DAMN whatever cosmic ray happened to collide with my brain and influence it to go out and watch such a dumb thing!)

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The basic assumption, perpetrated by society, perpetrated by most of the media, perpetrated by Hollywood, perpetrated very strongly in this movie. The assumption? In essence, that all human beings need to fuck.

I mean, that is pretty much what everyone says. Or even if they don't say it, they mean it. From both the right and the left. The "Family Values" crowd wants you to fuck when, how, where, and who they say you can fuck. And you have to play by their rules, or they'll tag you a sinner, and guess where sinners go? That's right! H E L L. But even worse, they'll do their best to scorn and ridicule you in the here and now. Bummer. But I digress...

(Does it seem like I've been swearing and using more "dirty" words in my ramblings lately? Must be that.... mentoring... influence. lol. I admit, what I write here is largely a reflection of input received. When I was at ucollege.edu, my level of swearing in web writings was largely a reflection of that of peers there. Now, it's pretty much a reflection of my current day-to-day life. Well, that and various web pages I read. Neat, huh?)

So, I have briefly generalized on how the right perpetrates the assumption that everyone has to fuck. The left, it's a bit simpler: "Fuck early. Fuck often. Oh, and when you fuck, do it the 'safe' way."

Of course, both of the above are very broad generalizations. In general though, as generalizations go, I think they're fairly on target. At least they better be, cause I really don't want to be sticking that foot there again.

Well, interesting assumption. [And oh shit, it's after 0300. Now there's no telling what nonsense will be spewed here. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.]

Ok, I really hate to rush, but my brain energy is running out. I suppose that's one argument for writing web documents in such a way that one can work on them in multiple sittings. But that's not the way I do it. Anyway...

Alright, I don't really know where I'm going with this (do I ever?), so I'll just start wandering and see where it ends up. So much for the "science project" style.

The scoop: Obviously, I made a new year's resolution to find a girlfriend. As was already covered in previous writings, I like to think that such an endeavor would mean more than fulfilling the supposed need to fuck. (So why did I go through that whole spiel about the fucking assumption? I give up. This is hopelessly disjointed.)

And oh shit. Just when I start getting somewhere, Netscape and its god forsaken memory leaks have to fill up ALL my memory and ALL my swap. I love writing this is in a CGI interface (although I wish it had vi keybindings), but I HATE this. brb.