SkyDream

Brian Regan is my hero. This is so extremely relevant.

It tends to be not turning into now and vice versa. For example, "I am now going to kill you." What a fine mess I get myself into.

Egads there's a whole bunch of factors involved. A lot of it depends on the overarching kind of person that you are and your self-perceived role in society. Your own sex AND your own gender. If it weren't already obvious, those are two entirely different things. How amorous you generally are, at least on average. Also how physically sensitive you are. How emotionally sensitive you are. How you view others viewing you. Do you mind being a social pariah? Do you worry about disappointing anyone? Do you worry more about disappointing yourself or your lover? Do you feel like at some point you may juggle peoples' feelings due to indecisiveness? Being bisexual can be quite a chore. Being pansexual, even more-so. I don't consider myself to fall into any particular category at all. It's just a garbled mesh of awareness of preferences. I love all of the parts because they're fun, and if they happen to belong to someone I really care for, then all the merrier. I will use those parts (and all the others) to ensure they remain happy. Hopefully they would feel the same way about me. It's an emotional relationship at that point that fuels such a thought. In the end, I really feel like being so open about this sort of thing is well illustrated in that scene from Friends where Joey eats Rachel's horrible dessert. Specifically, what Joey says at the very end. He eats the horrible-tasting concoction just because it has all the things that he loves. To shine some light on the analogy, purely heterosexual individuals will likely tend to shy away from the genitals of their own sex, hopefully aside from their very own set. A purely homosexual may do the same. A purely bisexual person would find them both equally attractive, I suppose? At least by the very definition of a bisexual individual. So anyone who occupies any slot between the three specific extremes would at least have reasons why they prefer the things (and people) that they do. If Joey likes custard with jam and beef merely because he likes all three individually and savors having them all at the same time, what does that tell you about a person who likes absolutely everything sexual? Is that person a sexual deviant? Of course not likely; they're just not outright denying anything in specific.

Woo-woo post here. Reader beware, etc. (Spoiler boxes make posts so much more tantalizing. )

At some point before he had to leave us, Leonard Nimoy has extended an offer to the world to be anyone's honorary grandfather. I felt far more moved by this than by his leaving us. I feel so very inclined and motivated to accept such an offer, and to ensure that for all the good that Nimoy had been inspired to do for the world, (and there was certainly much of it.) I have been inspired to honor his memory through my own aspirations for the betterment of the lives of those around me; people who similarly wish all the best for those around them, and so on and so on. While spending the rest of the evening listening to him narrate assorted interesting things, I will be reading about his own thoughts pertaining to the world and those who live in it, as well as what he believed in and how he fought for it. His Jewish upbringing and occasional bouts with antisemitism were a core element of his life, and there are still things that can be learned from him today from how he dealt with them. He was on my own personal remarkably very short list of people who must never die. Although his various legacies will certainly never succumb to the ravages of time, I feel confident that he will live on through the people whose lives have been touched by him in some significant way. I know mine has. LLAP, dearest friends. I would like to end this post on a high note, however.

I don't like to rely on other peoples' lists because of that whole "Oh hey everyone is unique and stuff" thing. So here's my own. -- Anticipation of future events - Whenever undertaking a planning session, some forethought is required. Proper placement and logistics is paramount to a successful operation. -- Linguistic analysis - I find words and language to be amazing. When assuming a background of telepathy, being reduced to a system of movement of air through flesh to communicate the more complex oral language of human beings can be a fascinating experience. Inflection, tone, intent, and context are all expressed alongside the actual objective sounds that are being made which words are composed of. The ability to use these words in interesting and fantastical ways is crucial for everyday success as a person working with other people. -- Multitasking - The ability to assess how long a thing may take, and how many other things can be crammed into tiny segments of downtime between other actions. Making breakfast in the morning, for example, consists of the microwave and/or the stove doing their own thing while we do preparatory actions elsewhere, and coming back to the microwave when things are done cooking in them. Nobody just sits there looking at the microwave waiting for it to be done, but not that many people can cram 30 minutes of breakfast preparation into 10 minutes of efficiency in motion.

I just had to move a large 8' x 5' x 4' pile of dirt around the back yard four times because of completely asinine reasons. Most of them consist of having to mow the lawn underneath them. I'm not sure if that makes any sense. Then there's how there's a disagreement over the placement of the garbage cans being stored by the side of the house and termites using them as cover to infest the house. There are plenty of other things for them to use for cover that don't move at all, so why should garbage can placement inconvenient anyone like that?

The way I live my life, the concept of "gender" has taken a turn for the nil. A biological shift wouldn't make that big of a difference on my life. The only thing left to do is to enjoy seeing the differences as they come. Do feel free to take this post in the gutter. That's the way I would be taking it too. Everything else has already been said.

I actually had family that got sick on that day and called out of work. They never get sick. Ever. It's not even the only case of that that I heard of. I'm really not offended by that image at all. I don't see why anyone would be. There are far, far worse things for us to be offended about that we're just blatantly ignoring for our own posterity's sake.

The computer repair shop I work for/in recommend Eset NOD32 as well. For those customers who prefer the cheap 'n thrifty unpaid experience, everyone loves Avast's free antivirus. It's what I use wherever I can. While it's usually true that some scans can interfere with an anti-virus scan's heuristics scan approach, I've successfully been running simultaneous scans with MalwareBytes as well as SUPERAntiSpyware, which is yet another anti-malware program I'd certainly recommend. Great recommendation on ComboFix, by the way. I'd definitely get that. You can get it from google, or from BleepingComputer.com - A fantastic website, absolutely. Also look into RogueKiller. Just be sure you don't have any Norton products installed when you run it. I've seen it freak out and shut off internet access, even with a physical connection to the internet. Even ComboFix did that once. It didn't restore internet access until it had finished generating (and displaying) its log.

I just checked the TV Guide, and the usual FOX Sunday night line-up has been replaced by a movie. I don't even remember what movie it was. I was too shocked to remember it. That lineup was sacred. I remember Saturday Morning cartoons too. They're gone. Replaced with crap. There are more infomercials moving into place like a cancerous growth that doesn't give a flying fish.

There is not a damn thing to stop me from playing Super Smash Bros Melee until I die of dehydration. Not a damn thing. I can waste a few years on Terraria, Skyrim, and any Fallout game too. Give me a copy of any Unreal Tournament game and I will be quite happy. Also, Stepmania was quite fun as a time-waster. Nothing to give over any commitment of course.

I truly love these video game glitch expositions. Especially with the commentary.

Oh god. Oh god just so much. Kleptomania. That great feeling when you see an object and you just absolutely need to have it for some hypothetical future endeavor, be it trading or the possibility of alchemy, or just having it be yours. "All I know is, when my kleptomania flares up, I take something for it." ~Someone somewhere. Harrdy harr and some more. Really, one of the first things I do in Fallout New Vegas or Skyrim is open the console, and do that player.modav carryweight 10000 schtick and away I go. At some point in my latest New Vegas run, I had about 9000+ pounds on me. It was mostly weapons and ammo, being in Hardcore mode. There was a full six second lag before I could open any container whatsoever. Oddly this lag is not present in Skyrim, where I frequently run around with over 20,000 pounds of stuff. I can and will loot absolutely everything. I don't understand the concept of not looting a slain enemy and taking 100% of their stuff. Whenever I see a body to loot, I can't just take the gold coins or whatever off the body. Whenever I raid a dungeon I will be taking no fewer than 50 additional full sets of armor home with me. I will then stuff 200+ suits of armor and 250+ assorted weapons into a single chest in my tiny house and then swear upon the nine divines that I will sort them out later, and then I never, ever will. Hi, my name is SkyDream, and I have a problem.

That is my Fedora. I love it. But I certainly wouldn't wear one. Unless it was red. And shaped like a fez. That would be cool.

The actual worst thing I've ever done in school (that I got reprimanded for) was when I was in High School biology class, which was doubled up, so there was a four minute break between the 45 minute periods. I was the picture of the Straight-A student. The teacher absolutely loved me, and this other person, because nobody else in the class cared. Not a bit. Three minutes into the 4-minute break, I step outside to take a drink from the waterfountain which was literally six feet from the door in the hallway. The bell rings two actual seconds from when I'm about to enter the classroom, and the teacher looks me in the eye and actually has the testicular fortitude to tell me that I'm late. He writes me up. He writes up his best, most well-behaved student for being roughly half a second late to the class the student was very observably just in. I'm not sure what part of me died that day, but it took the whole rest of the class with it. The collective behavior of the classroom descended to crap, and the teacher had to call in a security guard to arrest someone the day after for rebellious behavior.

Out of curiosity, how many bones or gristle do you ever find in yours? I must be the unluckiest person when it comes to schawarma, (spelling may vary. :-3) because all of mine are nothing but bones with some bread around it.

Stuff tuna salad into a tomato. Then pour dill dressing all over it. Then throw it all away, because that sounds disgusting. But that's what I ate.

Behind the wheel of a standard transportative vehicle, I like to go the speed limit or slightly slower. I really don't want to get a ticket. I mean to say that I was looking for poll choices that express a speed of roughly half that listed. I think the fastest I've ever gone was 48 MPH on a highway. Then again I live on Long Island, New York, where apparently roadways are far more crowded than people imagine. I literally cannot conceive of going any faster than 55 MPH in any scenario that would allow me the space to do so while on Long Island. When I'm not on anything that there is a speed limit though, I can and will go as fast as I damn well please. If I could run faster than 22 MPH, I would. I would all the time. That guy powerwalking down the street is too slow for me. I will tie you to a tree so you do not get in my way again.

Those are legitimate fears; especially when you consider that they were often related in the same half-hour timeslot on the BBC.

People who say one thing then do another, as if nothing is wrong. Someone who points to an object and says "That paperwork needs to go to Bob ASAP." So you take it to Bob. Then both Bob and the guy yell at you because the paperwork was supposed to go to Bill. I ask you - How many times could that have been misperceived? 100% 50%? It can't be you mishearing it all of the time.

Not even putting this in the debate forum. It's not that important. When you die, would you want people to have a proper funeral, or to have a party in your honor and celebrate your life? I never really understood the concept of "proper" rites and "dignity" for the dead. The dead no longer have a conscious ability to have their emotions swayed by the social effects of their death. But the effects of their death will be visible as to how it affects other. I just watched an episode of a TV Show (whose name I won't reveal to avoid spoilers) where instead of having a funeral, they're actually having a party. It's a pretty nice party too. Tons of food, great friends, everyone chatting and honestly having a blast. So why can't we do this too? Whenever I'm at a funeral, I tend to make people laugh a lot more than they cry. I completely turn peoples' emotions around whenever I attend one, and you better believe me when I say I've attended far more than I'd ever care to in all my years as an ordinary magical pony mortal human. I just can't take death seriously. Life is too short to be sad. Respect and dignity keep people oppressed and yolked in the most unique social way. Laughter sets people free, I believe. Anyone who can't laugh and have fun no matter where they are is tied down, often of their own volition. If I die, I don't want to see a single unhappy face. If I do, I would feel like I've made them unhappy simply by not being somewhere for an extended amount of time. That would make me feel bad. A party after I die would be like an extension of the feelings I'd want people to have when they're around me when I'm at least 50% more alive than I am at that particular moment.

スカイドリーム, apparently, though I prefer 天の原 願事. That's all kinds of inaccurate, but it suits me for various reasons.

Naps are the devil. I never wake up feeling prim and proper after returning to the land of the living after one, because I don't. I've never had a nap where I feel refreshed. It's an even groggier state of return than before I had entered a nap. The thing that rejuvenates me is a slight amount of pressure to do something, or something that drives me forward. Even caffeine doesn't do that to the degree necessary. Naps are just abhorrent for my own practical purposes.