'Computer Game Violence Level, Confiscated Swords Led To Student's Removal'

'Police discovered five swords in the bedroom of a Clements High School senior whose home they searched after getting complaints about a 3-D computer “shoot-‘em-up” game map the student designed, which depicted a portion of the school.'

This is where we are, now... To paraphrase something comorbid said, how many of you know aspiring game designer, who've modeled a level on their school. If you know an aspiring designer, then the chances are you know one.

This is not good. Not good At All.

[From me, under the handle "Think Critically": 'Of course we don't have all the facts; we never do. We never get a full representation of the truth, via the various media. There is always spin.

'But the fact of the matter is this: A Young Man designed a game level, based on his school. For the various reasons noted here, this is not outrageous, or even unheard of; it is common practice, in every beginning design course.

'For this, having several (most likely replica) swords in his room, and various other factors that either "cannot be released," due to his being a minor, or for whatever other reason, he was removed from the school, and placed in an alternative et cetera.

'I question that A) we cannot hear more about this case, when they have obviously already discussed various personal facts of the case; where is the line? and B) this is not over-reaction on the part of people who do not understand the nature of the children under their care.

'We have not taken the time to recognise that our children are going to be far different than we understsand. We must not react at them, but seek to find their level, rather than demanding that they come to ours.']

Symbollic dreams.

Dreams of a series of Æonic immune systems, in the vein of Promethea, or Ellis' New Universal.

Something about a hotel, in which levels nine and eight were the basement, and in which there was to be anarranged marriage, but the bride to be happened to be a space alligator, whose minions were trying to eat us all. We had to run through the levels of the hotel, and turn corners, all of a sudden, to escape.

Something else about conversations with people, in the hotel, symbollic understandings of something or other.

mech_angel, hametsunosaturn, jessicamelusine were all there, as well as (I think) cryptickisses.

Weird dreams, again. Yay!

How we use our senses:

Interperet the following two sentences.

One.

"'Look: the figures show that an increase in GDP is directly correlative to better education funding, across the board."

Okay. Now Two.

"Listen: the figures show that an increase in GDP is directly correlative to better education funding, across the board."

How did you hear them, in your head, base solely upon word that preceded it?

We use "listen" in a very defensive, antagonistic way, most of the time, while we take "look" to be a placatingly defensive manoeuver.

Just a thought.

23. Get Out.

What man is at ease in his Inn?
Get out.
Wide is the world and cold.
Get out.
Thou hast become an in-itiate.
Get out.
But thou canst not get out by the way thou camest in. The Way out is THE WAY.
Get out.
For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.
Get OUT.
If thou hast T already, first get UT.
Then get O.
And so at last get OUT.

-Aleister Crowley ‘Skidoo’, chapter 23 of the Book Of Lies.

Nine Inch Nails - [My Violent Heart]--- My head's doing a lot of weird things, today. Like I'm raeching some kind of critical mass of input factors, and considerations.

I need an outlet. I need something to help me parse this, before it drives me gleefully insane. I need that, yes, obviously, but it's not... productive, at this venture.

Frontalot Show, this Sunday. Also kind of made plans to see Spider-Man 3, with people... But, Spidey'll be there, Monday and The Front won't. So... Yeah.

Sorry.