Before I hit the sack in preparation for tomorrow's trip back into the realm of productivity and geeky corporate-ness, I think it would only be fitting to punctuate this great occassion of much pointless web content with ... more pointless web content!

Oh, I can imagine the mind control drone monitors in the Pentagon basement are gonna have a fun time catching up with this tomorrow. lol. Read all you want. We'll make more.

I have to admit I felt slightly rushed toward the end of that last one. I probably would've left it, and put on the closing touches after the double X Files, except my swap was utterly overfull, so I figured it was time to just hit submit and return to tie up loose ends later.

So, the loose ends: I recall babbling a bunch about anti-sexualists, the media's desire to use sex to manipulate and exploit the masses, and finally, how I believe that sex, and -- more importantly -- love, would ultimately be a Good Thing, something to be sought after. That I think I still want to give romance a try, despite, because of, or whatever, all the shit that revolves around it.

"And risk falling out of favor with the Great One? How could you?!?!?!"

Aw, fuck off. It's my life. lol.

That said, the Great One's council and advise is always welcome, and always appreciated. Thus goeth the theorem of the Hungry Puppy Manifesto.

So, for clarity (my own more than anything): Would I be willing to lower my standards? What standards? Oh, those standards.

I really have to say, it's case by case. I do see the validity of seeking where better possibilities are more likely to be found. So maybe I just need to figure out where such places exist. It's all very vague at this point. Like I said last night (a.k.a. this morning), I'm putting it on the back burner for a while.

Another thing to clarify: This is not/cannot be something that is forced or externally imposed. I do not make my choice because of what the media tells me, or the church tells me (not since at least a decade ago), or my parents tell me (although I'm sort of constrained by the fact that I'm still under their lodging -- an area I shall soon be working to aid), what my friends tell me (like they would even try), or what some random web site off in the boonies tells me (hahahahahaha).

The reason I seek: My heart wants it.

If the condition of said organ has been caused by years of propaganda, shit-streamed from the halls of faceless power brokers (and we know they're all hiding back there in secret labs at Fox television headquarters), then I am already gone. Somehow, I don't think that's the case.

Am I happy with who I am as a person, right now, the way I am? I believe so. Does the act of seeking company of the most intimate kind come about as a way to make up for some personal inadequacy? Hmmm. A tougher question to answer. In order to give it better treatment than to answer with some sorry bit of smiley-faced hyperbole, I think I'll just say, I need to think about that for a while. It's something worth questioning deeply.

Alrighty then. The clock has struck midnight. I should have gone to bed long ago, but leave it to my naturally nocturnal nature to be up and typing right now. So, having accomplished absolutely nothing all weekend except to generate a few more reams of html as my meager addition to the bandwidth crunch, I shall no say "So long" to this browser window, and I might never type another god-forsaken entry here until the week to come has concluded (but don't count on that).