So, once again, this unit of time we creatures of civilization know as a "week" progresses into that phase called the "weekend", during which our activities mutate and evolve into.... something. Sleep perhaps. Or the seeking of that ever-elusive concept of "happiness". (Not that we don't also look for it during "work days", but in many cases, being busy keeps such concerns from becoming a primary focus.) I suppose some of us might also spend our spare time Walking on Hot Coals, just for the hell of it. I am not currently one of those people.

Hmmmm... I suppose I could say I made a little booboo last night/this morning. Fortunately, recovery from this error wasn't terribly painful, although it could have been. What I ended up with was a minor embarrassment. But as I said, it could have been worse. Much worse. What the hell would I do if I didn't have a mentor to guide me through these moments of idiocy? Be bored. That's what. Very bored. :)

[/me pauses for a few minutes. Considers filling the whitespace with lyrics. Decides against it. Opens a pack of Taco Bell sauce. "Hot" variety, in the orange package. Slowly consumes the contents, savoring the flavor as it passes across the tongue. Mmmmmm.]

I think I'll have another. :)

Aw hell. Can't resist anymore.

Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
Everything I give you
All comes back to me

Nothing takes the past away
like the future
nothing makes the darkness go
like the light
your shelter from the storm
give me comfort in your arms

Nothing really matters
Love is all we need
Everything I give you
All comes back to me

Intuition vs Reason. I was thinking about this concept on the way home. In my life, I think that whenever it's a close contest, intuition inevitably wins. At least when it comes to major decisions. Minor ones... well, maybe I just don't have much of an intuition when it comes to minor decisions. Or if I do, I'm not really aware of it. Maybe I'm just mindless in such things. Is that really how I want to be?

Watching the signs as I go.

I dunno.

During the week, I have found myself seriously considering breaking the boycott again for a movie that opens tonight. I dunno though. The MPAA has been being extra nasty lately. Hear about the latest? Now, they're trying to prevent the freedom fighters from good legal representation in the courtroom. That's right, they don't want a fair fight. (Well duh!) But not even by the courtroom standards. I mean, there's low, and then there is low. Trying to keep the opposing party from bringing in their own lawyer is the lowest, imo.

I think I can find something better to do. I will make an antimovielog entry, though. Got to make some sort of entry for this one.

And on another semi-philosophical subject, this dualistic nature that has arisin within myself. Well, maybe more than dualistic. Multiplistic. Is that a word? Almost sounds like the title of a movie I never bothered to see, but I don't mean it as a reference. What I mean to talk about is all the different "selves" I have.

There's the "me" by myself, which has one personality. Then there's the "me" around the family, which is another. And of course, there's "me" at work and around friends. And yes, there's the online me, which is currently active. :) They're all totally different. Not in just the way I act, but the way I feel, my reactions to things, thoughts that come to mind. It's like a major shift.

I don't classify it as multiple personality disorder ("Aaaaahhhh! I knew there was something strange about that guy. A psycho all along, he was!" lol.), even though the words -- taken with their literal meaning -- work to describe me quite well. It's like there are several distict personalities in my head, but they all share the same memory, the same consciousness. Depending on the circumstances (and the attendees), a given "feature set" comes into play. Like several preset tuning combinations on a graphic equalizer.

When around brother and parents, I can often be quite rambunctious, even obnoxious. Loud. And it just seems natural. With casual acquaintances, I'm usually on the quieter side. When it comes to people I've just met, or don't know at all, downright shy. And, of course, there's the online me. If you're reading this, I don't think much more explanation is needed. :)

What's wierd is when these worlds collide, like George, when Susan wanted to meet Jerry, Elain, and Kramer. lol. Of course, there are those people I know in both meatspace and the online world. Any of them are probably aware of the disparity. The real zinger comes when it starts happening in rapid succession: online, meatspace, online, meatspace, online, meatspace. And sometimes, one might make reference to the other, but still... the feel, the parameters, the functions through which experiences are parsed, remain totally different.

And exactly where the fsck am I going with this? I'm not sure. Just trying to comprehend life. Maybe it could be summed up with the words, "Bitscape is an oddball." lol. Oh well. I wouldn't have it any other way. Or would I? Maybe I would. Isn't that the premise under which I originally acquired the mentor I now refer to as such? Or something along those lines. Or.... Or....

Sometimes words fail, even in the online world. I knew there was a reason John Cage was my favorite character (besides the fact that he's so damn funny). Yeah, a character all right.

I'm tired of sitting at this keyboard. Buh bye, all.