Here we go again.

What is the nature of sin?

It's an outdated concept, certainly, but one rooted in a concept that indeed
endures.

The definition of sin- not by any modern definition, but rather one set by the philosophers- is the disordering of one's priorities. This can happen easily because, as sentient beings, we have some idea what makes us tick. Hence, we can easily have sex without consequence. Drug ourselves into oblivion. Eat until we rupture our stomachs.

I'm not ranting about iniquity. I'm saying that we need to define our own goals and then stick to them. This is where 'brain crack' (Thanks to Ze Frank) comes in. We allow the concepts of our ideals to outweigh our dedication to our ideals themselves.

Why do so few people today 'succeed' in their own eyes? Well, there's two problems. The first is the goals they set themselves. The second is the dedication they give those goals. Someone whose definition of success is to earn one million dollars, but refuses to leave their bed, ever, is not going to be a successful person by their own definition.

Recognize your abilities, recognize your desires, and succeed. It could be as simple as redefining success to your current state of life. No one else can define success for you. So, do what you want.

Don't succumb to brain crack. You'll set yourself an impossible goal, not lift a finger to achieve it, and end up only with regret.

If you're new to the whole 'trying to succeed' thing, or are trying to quit brain crack cold turkey, then set yourself small goals and achieve them. To do otherwise is sinful- and indeed, is the only thing that is sinful. I'm not saying you're going to go to hell. I'm saying you will regret your own decisions and actions.

Look at your priorities. See what's really important to you. If sex, drugs, and rock n' roll is what you've been doing with your life, maybe you should just call that the top priority. There's nothing wrong with that. Just don't fool yourself.

You outrageous bastards.

Ain't anonymity great? Yeah, this thing is not really anonymous enough for me.

'Cause y'all know who I am, but YOU're not reading this. Or commenting.

Bleh. Enough bitching. Content time!

We need to discover a way to interact directly with the network that is humanity.
Not with the people of which it is composed, but with the network itself and its emergent intelligence.

Now, polls and the like are terrible ways of doing this, because they're averages, and we're trying to study fine structures here. Taking an average is like pureeing a brain to see what thoughts are in it.

Now, the new neural interfaces being created these days usually have electrodes directly inserted into the brain, stimulating as few brain cells as possible while still solidly affecting a region of the brain. When I say "as few as possible," though, we're still talking tens of thousands.

What am I jabbering on about? Well, the way I see it, we need to extend a few electrodes to humanity. Have them be different sensory experiences, none of them linked back to us that any one person will know about. Cross-correlate the data and start trying to get repeatable responses. Once we've done this, we've established an uplink to the metaintelligence and we can begin communicating with the most fascinating creature ever studied.

We need a small number of variables, tightly controlled.

Please help me design this.


Please don't slip back into the haze.

I know how it happens. UST sucks and you just want to chill with the few people who don't suck.

But please. PLEASE. Hold onto the drive. Hold on to the energy. Keep tabs on each other. Keep each other psyched. Don't go into survival mode. Don't go into survival mode.

Don't give in to brain crack.

Express yourself.

Don't let them crush the single part of you that matters most...





Your voice.

Ahem.

Where the hell are you guys? Ding ding, this is Rob keeping tabs on you. Consider yourselves tabbed motherfuckers.


If you don't take this shit seriously I'ma start telling stories...
stories like... THIS ONE!

Once upon a time there lived a man who knew how to break the second law of thermodynamics. Unfortunately for him, this would put the oil companies out of business. No one would be poor anymore, but no one would be rich either, and the richest people in the world wouldn't allow this. Hence, they locked the man up, put him in a spaceship powered only by water, and sent him to the Exxon moon base for the Criminally Innovative. In a hollowed-out space near the moon's core, the man lived out the rest of his days, going bitterly mad in the eight-by-eight-by-eight cell to which he was confined. Eventually, he invented a way to time travel using only leftover breadcrusts and shoelaces. Having done so, he traveled back two thousand years and started wowing gullible natives with parlor tricks until he slept with Pontius Pilate's daughter and was subsequently crucified.

The last laugh belongs to the pandas, who never really die but instead are sublimated into the intelligence that is harbored in a hidden orbit above the sun exactly one hundred eighty degrees away from the Earth. The rest of us have no eternal life to look forward to, but rather are all already dead.

THE END.


Now get off your asses or I'll give you a mind virus.

Well, well, well.

I'm back.


I mean that in every sense. I'm back in Houston with my friends for a glimmering moment in time. I'm back to this blog. I'm back to say the things I believe need to be said.

I'm here to change the world.

Given, that's an easy goddamn task, and you're doing it right now as you read this, just by fucking breathing. Everything is connected. Everything changes everything.

The systems we're looking at to reevaluate and restructure are very large metaintelligences and extrahuman constructs. They're the kind of things men believe grant them immortality- things like government, religion, tradition. Unfortunately, in pursuit of such extrahuman concepts, great and terrible things have been created that are very good at doing one thing: existing. Communism (with a capital C) is one such example. The University of Saint Thomas is another. Extrahuman constructs that no longer benefit the majority of the human beings who form its structure.

These systems must be revolutionized. Efficiently. Unfortunately most radical means of accomplishing this do more harm than they save. Hence, social engineering. Hence, the restructuring of the way people deal with each other. My friends, let us attack the way we communicate. Let us change the way we deal with each other and hence the way every human being interacts with every other.

I can write again. Did you notice?

I'm not going to let you relax. We have made our plans. Now all that remains is to accomplish them.

-Rob

Don't. Fuck. With. Me.

Jack Thompson

What an asshole.

That's the first thing that comes to mind when I think of this prick. Ooo! There's another one! How can one man be so focused on making Video Games out to be a killer instead of the actual people going out and shooting people? He's belittling those that lost their lives! To say that it was because of violent video games and not because of a plethora of other things in the kid's life is to say that the reason I got my license plates stolen was because someone read Aladin. B...but...he stole stuff in the book! That means that people that read it automatically want to go and steal s...stuff...right? No idiot. When I play Halo, the LAST think I want to do is get guns and shoot other real people. I'd rather raise my gamer score so I can actually play with my friends later. Oh, by the way, I know that killing people in real life WON'T raise my gamer score.

Supposedly this kid who shot up the Virginia University played WoW. Well...unless he was a Hunter, none of them use guns anyways. Oh, and none of WoW depicts shooting up schools either.

Jack Thompson needs to be prosecuted for slander on an entire industry, and any downfall in sales due to his statements. I'd estimate that at...hmmm.... all of his money forever.

I'm not bashing him for having different views than I do. People don't have to like video games...they just can't use them as a scapegoat and dodge the real fucking problem! Video games didn't tell this kid in Virginia to go shoot as many people as he could! They wern't an extensive training video that told him the best way to go shoot civilians! They were games!

In the columbine shooting Jack Thompson said that the boys who shot their fellow students played DOOM. Not Doom 3 or anything REMOTELY realistic...but a game where as long as you can see a moving guy, aim in his general direction an you'll shoot at 85 degree angles up or down... Not to mention the fact that it looks like someone drew each fram in MSPaint...

Oh yea Jack... They shot up their school because of fucking Doom...

Fucking Idiot...

-Bill

Ze

"It's gonna be a fun fun winter, now,
that I've got my wool socks on,
it's gonna be so exciting, when,
it gets cold outside,

Your nose looks so damn cold, but,
my nose is so much colder,
If you can't see my breath,
Why don't you stand,
just a little bit closer,

It's gonna be a fun fun winter, now,
that you've got my wool socks on,
it's gonna be so exciting, when,
it gets cold outside."


Thank you Ze Frank for supporting the best year of my life. 2006 started off like utter shit. Around my birthday I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it home in time for it... That was January 22nd. I was ending high school and possibly not going to college. There were circumstances that wouldn't allow for me to leave the city... It was june, I had been accepted all over the state, but I couldn't leave. I finally managed to squeek into UST here in Houston. I fucked up my first semester, as many have, and it was possibly irreperable. I had a long fight with my Dad over the winter.

Ah, the winter.

The winter started off like shit too then... Me and my Dad wern't talking and I was probably not going back to college, and I have no skills to get a job other than working minimum wage. I was scared etc etc... Anyways... pretty much all of the credit for this next part goes to Elaine.

I fixed all of the problems between me and my Dad to the point of him trusting me again. He and I got alon better than we had ever pretty much. But the one thing that waws consistant in all of this turmoil was Ze.

I knew that every weekday, at around 2pm central, that I'd get to watch an incredibly artisticly intelligent guy give me something to look foreward to. Weather it was his songs, or his analogies, or his stories, or his outrageous stunts, I always kept coming back.

Nothing he said specifically helped my situation, I'm not giving him credit for making my year the best year of my life, but now that the Show is gong, I feel that year to be over, and I feel a new one beginning now.

I know I'm a bit late because the show ended last month, but still, he was a constant that delivered every time new and innovative way to experience this thing called fun. Now that he's gone that constant is gone. That waiting period between classes is gone. That means for 5 minutes of new ideas that arn't my own is gone.

But alas, I still thank you Ze. Thank you for more than you know. I know the Show was just an experiment, but it was a success in my mind. Thank you for sticking to your word and ending the show instead of letting it possibly stretch on for too long and deminish all that you'd previously accomplished. Thank you for the ride home ze.

"This is a sad sad song about leaving"

"This is the price you pay when you purchase a feeling"

"It's where the conversation slowly fades and you start saying"

"Hey there, do you have a ride for me?"

"'Cause it's late and I've got to go to bed."

"This is a sweet sweet song about beginnings"

"These are the first few words that you say in the morning"

"It's when you start singing, "Hey, I'm only (insert your age here)"

"Hallelujah, it's a brand new day (a-chicka quack quack)"

"Hallelujah, it's a brand new day"

Thanks Ze
-Bill