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I get excited about things, make plans to do those things, then stop home before going. Then I stay home.
Most times it’s because I don’t really like being places, but tonight it was because, with the way my work schedule is, I can go 5 or 6 days without seeing my wife and kids for anything longer than 20 minutes a day.
I had to be around my kids tonight. They recharge the batteries which power my Nearby Bullshit Inhibitor Machine. Without that, my bullshit-threshold becomes dangerously low, opening the door for the Bad Things.
Me:Of course it is. No real person would argue that.
Other Me:Get on with it, then.
Me:Fine, I will. My job drains from me the motivation that I believe is needed for me to peruse my creative outlets.
Other Me:So quit your fucking job!
Me:I don't want to. I actually like my job. I'm just saying that I need a collaborative creative project I can work on. We don't have to reinvent the wheel, here. I just want to create art with other people, with a common goal. I need that in my life right now, because sometimes I go crazy needing this kind of outlet.
Other Me:Well, the fuck you want me to do about it?
Me:How about you go fuck yourself. I'll just keep looking for creative people who want to make something with me. I want to start a band with 4 completely different people. I want to make animated short films, then score them. I want a partner for a two man act, during which we will punch ghosts on stage in front of tens of people.
I’ve never been female. But I have been black my whole life. I can perhaps offer some insight from that perspective. There are many similar social issues related to access to equal opportunity that we find in the black community, as well as the community of women in a white male dominate society…
When I look at — throughout my life — I’ve known that I wanted to do astrophysics since I was 9 years old…I got to see how the world around me reacted to my expressions of these ambitions. All I can say is, the fact that I wanted to be a scientist, an astrophysicist was hands down the path of most resistance through the forces of society.
Anytime I expressed this interest, teachers would say, ‘Oh, don’t you wanna be an athlete?’ I want to become someone that was outside of the paradigm of expectations of the people in power. Fortunately, my depth of interest of the universe was so deep and so fuel enriched that everyone of these curve balls that I was thrown, and fences built in front of me, and hills that I had to climb, I just reach for more fuel, and I just kept going.
Now, here I am, one of the most visible scientists in the land, and I wanna look behind me and say, ‘Where are the others who might have been this,’ and they’re not there! …I happened to survive and others did not simply because of forces of society that prevented it at every turn. At every turn.
…My life experience tells me that when you don’t find blacks, when you don’t find women in the sciences, I know that these forces are real, and I had to survive them in order to get where I am today.
So before we start talking about genetic differences, you gotta come up with a system where there’s equal opportunity, then we can have that conversation.
The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in bad condition in the particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is ‘So it goes.’
a marine was in a college class taught by a liberal gay demon professor. one day the professor said “if god is real, he will suck my dick” after ten minutes of silence the tough marine got up from his seat and sucked the liberal aclu professor’s dick. the professor came. “what did you do that for?” the marine answered “god was busy building ford trucks shirtless so he sent me to suck dick”