Worse Than That

Date: July 16, 2008
Time: 21:14
Place: Home

Last night I was supposed to make an entry in my blog, but I didn't, I couldn't. I was suffering from a malady worse than Writer's Block.

I was suffering from Incoherency. I couldn't form a coherent thought.

I believe this to be worse than Wrtier's Block for the simple reason that with Writer's Block, you can't think of anything to write, your inspiration is down for the count. Incoherency is worse because your brain can't slow down enough for your thoughts and ideas to latch onto the words you have in your head so they can grow beyond being mere thougths and ideas.

So there I was, with all manner of thoughts and ideas, and I couldn't get them to settle down. I told them stories, I gave them candy, nothing. They just kept running around in my head. So I figured I'd get some sleep and maybe try it again this morning.

Wasn't happening. Sleep, nor settled thoughts were happening.

Therefore, don't let anyone tell you different, Incoherency, while not as well known (or even known as it's an illness I think I just made up) as Writer's Block is worse than Writer's Block.

You Live Where?

Date: Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Time: 01:08:34
Place: Home

Today’s entry is going to be a little different. Today I’m going to list towns and cities in the US with strange names. :-D

Skullbone, TN
Bugscuffle, TN
Bugscuttle, TN
Eighty-eight, WY
Intercourse, PA
Truth or Consequences, NM
Fond du Lac, WI
French Lick, IN
Herkimer, NY
Walla Walla, WA
Defiance, OH
Independence, OH
Cannon, TN

There's a lot more, but these are some of my favorites.

A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma

Date: Sunday, July 13, 2008
Time: 23:31:38
Place: Home

Every once in a while (read that as “every waking moment”), I ask a question, “Where do I fit in?” What is it that I am meant to do with my life? But sometimes I wonder if I am meant to do anything with my life. Why can’t I figure out what I want to do for a living?
I think it may have something to do with the choices I make. I have a tendency to make the wrong ones more often than I make the right ones. The only trouble with making a right choice is I don’t think I’ve ever really made one. I’ve come to decisions, I’ve voiced ideas, and while it appears to be simple for me to choose what clothes to buy and wear, these are not life-altering choices.

I may have mentioned all of this in an earlier entry, but I think it bears repeating, and if the reader of this entry doesn’t think so, I don’t care.

When I was in Junior High, or, more specifically, Intermediate School, I was asked what I wanted to be after graduating high school. Simple enough question, but I had no simple answer. I didn’t know what I wanted to be, or to do. I had to put something, so I stupidly answered “Physicist”. My mother took one look at it, thought I was serious, and launched into a tirade as to how unlikely that career choice was. Stupid woman. Anyway, back to my fitting in. Just where is it, in the grand scheme of things, do I belong?

The only answer I have is, "I don't know."

I always feel as if I don't belong anywhere. I do a good job where I work, but I don't belong there, I feel I should be doing something else. I do well at school, but I don't belong there either.

I really wish someone could tell me where I'm supposed to be and what I am supposed to be doing. I am sick and tired of these tests with ridiculous answer choices, like you're asked a question, and of the two answers you have to pick either the one you would like to do the most or the one you would like to do the least, and the choices are so moronic as to be pitiful.

Why can't someone create a test that asks about a person's level of creativity?

Maybe they can't, they're probably too busy asking each other what they want to do least, stick with test that tells people nothing, or try something new.

No More

Date: Sunday, July 13, 2008
Time: 00:18
Place: Home

That's it! I'm not going to write about that moron anymore. It's tantamount to the negative press "The Last Temptation of Christ" was given. All of the protests, all of the negative reviews (if any), only served to increase the popularity of the film.

All I've done by giving this so-called pastor recognition is get asked if he's starting workshops or classes.

If he is, I am not part of them, nor would I want to be part of them.

I did not pay for his book, nor did I have it delivered as I do not want to be on his mailing list.

I will continue to write in this blog, but not about him or his works.

Keep Digging

Date: Friday, July 11, 2008
Time: 22:23:23
Place: Home

So I wrote about reading “2008 – G-d’s Final Witness”, and I got a response to my entry. The fellow blogger informed me that the other witness is Weinland’s wife. Quelle surprise! The blogger also gave me a list of websites that debunk Mr. Weinland.
http://ironwolf.dangerousgames.com/forum/index.php http://www.shadowsofwcg.com/weinlandforum/index.php http://ambassadorwatch.blogspot.com/ http://asbereansdid.blogspot.com/ http://www.cogwriter.com/news/ http://dontdrinktheflavoraid.blogspot.com/ http://isitreallytheendtimes.blogspot.com/ http://shadowsofwcg.blogspot.com/ http://weinlandwatch.wordpress.com/

You know what gets me so angry at people like this? It’s how they play on people’s fears. Now, I am the first to admit how afraid I am at the thought of dying. It is a thought I am not overly fond of, in fact, I believe myself to be thanatophobic. The really odd thing about that is there was a time when I contemplated suicide. This is something I don’t normally tell people, but I did consider a couple of times.

I thought that I would fall out of my bedroom window. When you consider that at the time, we lived in a 33-story building, and we lived on the 31st Floor, taking a header out of the window sounds like a workable thing. But I have a tendency not to do anything impulsively. That being the case, I wondered how long it would take to fall. At that time, my brother, who was very good at drawing and painting, used to make paperweights out of rocks. He would draw a picture on a rock, paint it, spray shellac on it, and sell it. So I took the biggest rock I could find in his “collection”, and I weighed it. Then, after making sure nobody was around, I dropped the rock out of the window. Yeah, pretty stupid, but I was doing it for a reason. So I dropped it out the window, and I timed it. I found that it took 15 seconds for it to hit the ground.

What happened next is one of the things that prevented me from going ahead with it. I made a series of calculations, and discovered that it would take me 1.5 seconds to the hit the ground. 1.5 seconds, just did not seem like enough time to pray. The other thing that stopped me from killing myself was the thought of someone being happy when they learned of my passing. I thought that if they were happy, then that meant they didn’t like me, and if they didn’t like me then it was a safe bet that I didn’t like them. All of which meant, if my death would make someone who didn’t like me happy that I was gone, then I would keep living to spite them. Therefore, if my death made them happy, then my continued existence would really make them peeved.

So, what does all of that have to do with Weinland’s so-called “prophecy”? Simple really, mankind just has to keep going past the time he has figured for the end. If we do that and show how wrong he is, imagine how upset he will be. :-D

Unbelievable!

Date: Thursday, July 10, 2008
Time: 22:00:51
Place: Home

I don’t know about anyone else in the class, but I started reading “2008 G-d’s Final Witness” by Ronald Weinland last night, and while I only got as far as page 7, I gotta tell ya, the man is nuts! He purports himself to be one of the two people that G-d is allegedly supposed to allow to witness the end of the world. So far, he doesn’t say who the other person is supposed to be, I gather that he’ll get into that later on.

Now, I love reading, I’ve even bought the New York Post when I was stuck for something to read. But this rhetorical nonsense, I wouldn’t read on a dare, a bet, or with a gun to my head or a combination of any or all three at once. Yes, I know, I only got as far as page 7, but then, I did a little research on Mr. Weinland. I found out that he is a pastor for “G-d’s Church on Earth”, and not only that, but its full name is “G-d’s Church on Earth – Preparing for the Kingdom of G-d. (For those of you reading this that may not know, I am of the Jewish faith, and while I’m not a practicing Jew, I still write G-d’s name the way I’ve been taught and the way my grandmother always wrote it.)

In any event, here are two websites for the man: http://www.cog-pkg.org/ and http://www.ronaldweinland.com/

Make no mistake, even though I think it's simply more of the same tripe we've heard before, I’ll continue to read the thing, but only because it was assigned, and that beats a dare, a bet and a gun to my head.

End of the World

Date: July 9, 2008
Time: 18:47
Place: DeVry Lab

Most people, when they talk about “The End of the World”, they usually think about no more life on the planet, with the exception of maybe just the cockroaches.

When I think about the end of the world, I think about Dystopia. For those who may not know what a Dystopia is, Merriam Webster refers to it as “an imaginary place where people lead dehumanized lives”. Literature, and therefore film, is littered with stories about dystopian societies and worlds.

Take for example, “Fahrenheit 451”, a somewhat futuristic society where books, and reading is outlawed, firemen are charged with burning books that they find, and people do much of nothing else all day except watch television and take drugs to keep them happy.

Then you have the 1927 classic film “Metropolis” by Fritz Lang. Society is divided right down the middle, the workers, and the city planners. The video by the rock group Queen uses many images and scenes from that film in their video to the song, “Radio Ga-Ga”. There is one almost iconic scene showing the workers going off one shift, and another group going on. Their faces are blank, their movements are almost robotic.

But, if you really want to talk about dehumanization, then you have to talk about the film version of “Planet of the Apes” (1968). The screenplay was written by Rod Serling of “Twilight Zone” fame, which is why there is the twist of the astronaut Taylor, played by the late Charlton Heston, finding the Statue of Liberty half-buried in the sand. In the film, for those that may not remember, human beings were treated like animals, herded and hunted for sport and for experimentation.

Dystopia, maybe it is an imaginary place, but then again, maybe not.