… and I can’t imagine a Christian that wouldn’t be, with Pascal’s Wager as a CAUTIONARY backdrop.
“Consequentialists” or Utilitarians or any “the ends justifies the means” freaks drool over the TROLLEY PROBLEM … but it’s a Skinner Box, it’s a torture chamber. As with the Milgram Experiment: it might just be Doritos for the brain.
still at loggerheads over my current projects, obsessions – deadlock
took a personal day yesterday, beginning of semester, traffic level low
I have this ominous feeling that “these Los Angeles sites will be cleaned up in 18 months” can be filed under “never happens” and “that means the BIG WHATEVER arrives soon” … that’s about as concrete as I want to be in a milquetoast podcast … fuck it.
The MILD FORMULA: dogs, cats, food, babies saved by dogs or cats while eating cake … stories about cooking stew in the woods and sailing to Patagonia. Stories about how CHEVY CHASE won WW2 and other READER’S DIGEST SKY MALL bullshit … mild, inoffensive, banal, trivial ephemera … dust bunnies of the mind. And CRYPTO … don’t forget to pump that shit.
Some other mild and relatively inoffensive topics:
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS ON THE GARY GNU SHOW … that’s what I’m going for …
MILDER, KINDER, DAN? – sure … fuck it, maybe …
MILD and FRAGRANCE FREE … well … not sure about the fragrance part.
Milquetoast … medium … lukewarm semi-moist colorless trash.
BLAND? – probably …
Give up on the SCHADENFREUDE FREIGHT TRAIN TO NOWHERES VILLE … can do.
What news to talk about? – that which I can verify.
The only news I can verify is related to me, my life, my world. The rest is garbage at this point, so here goes …
My local news:
I didn’t get much done this weekend or last weekend, just haven’t had the energy …
I don’t really give a fuck right now … but I want to be milder about it and more considerate.
The local grocery store is open on SUNDAYS now, and that will be GREAT while it lasts … really.
I have another CHING-CHONG style fortune:
“Within the month, as you tidy your room, you will find your lost item.”
I have no idea what the fuck the CHINESE are talking about.
It’s the YEAR of the SNAKE … and this is associated with PENILE RIBULET POWER and transformative cash-justice … if we are wise we will unleash the brown dragon and attain next level turd awareness … all things are colored red …
WTAF am I missing?
My mind?
I’ve lost my mind completely … jizz wrapped canopy lover mud jealously and torrid man squirrel passion … yes … I’ve completely lost my mind. Maybe that’s it. I’ll find my mind this month and it’s hidden in this fucking room.
The point is, other than story telling, it needs to be MILD and WELL SOFT SPOKEN MISS DUBOIS STYLE TULIP PARTIES and UNDERWEAR ROBOT SOIREES …
It might be that one can of chili … you know the one.
It could be that THING I USED when I DID THOSE BAD THINGS the voices in my LOST mind tell me to do … could be that.
ALL I KNOW: not too spicy … that’s over for a while, maybe forever.
maybe a little spice
I was cleaning my room and found my mildness …
And I found my truth:
I’m not your pal, your buddy, your friend, I’m the weirdo on the other end.