It occurs to me...

It's been a while since I've written anything that would, almost unequivocally, make you shudder, and act as a uniquely traumatic and sexually disturbing set of ideas that stuck with you, all day...

That may have to change, soon.

Dreams or really weird NY skylines and cityscapes

Flying through half-finished hotels and high-rises, with members of the Gargoyles family. Inside, going from floor to floor, searching for empty but completed rooms. Running into a couple that was having sex in a room that wasn't theirs, which became two unknown couples talking, one set of which was trying to have a baby, but they were having second thoughts about readiness, expense, etc.

Same time, different layer, something about being in someone's house, toward their back porch/deck area, at night, nice ambient lighting.

Strange.

I don't want to go to class today. That's weird.

From mendori, the best thing today can do:

Rammstein - [Klavier]--- It's Vegetarian. It's Kosher. It's BaconSalt. Your life is now complete.

Oh wait. Not yet: You need a T-shirt.

That's right: Animal Farm referencing BaconSalt shirts.

Oh yesssss....

"Well, wishes just happen to be horses, today, love."

Careful out there, today. Seems like you take any desire, and put a little will behind it and Bam! Robert's your father's brother.

Remember how I really didn't' want to go to class, earlier? It was a strange feeling, because I haven't wanted to avoid class, yet, this semester. Well, I get down there, eat some lunch, go to the room, and guess what? Class is cancelled.

On the way there, the sun started to shine, and I really wanted the clouds to gather into a more dense covering, and rain. Well, it's still storming over the Decatur/Atlanta area, right now.

So, coincidence, premonition, or soft space in the world, be careful out there today.

This Is a Warning. It Deserves Its Own Post.

I shouldn't need to ask you this, but where are you? Right now, where are you?

You're on the internet. That's where.

And, on the internet, you've done what? You've made a big deal about not wanting to see any spoilers, and hbow it's so mean and wrong, and jackassish of people to post even fake spoilers.

What is going to happen?

I Said What. Is Going. To Happen.

That's right. The Internet is going to post them everywhere, because the Internet is, per capita, more assholes and porn (combine as you will) than anything else.

So, right now, you need to make a choice: You can either lock yourself in your house, all weekend, reading Harry godsdamned Potter, until your eyes bleed, and your colon bursts because you didn't want to put it down, but you didn't want to defile it by taking it into the bathroom, and never see any spoilers, never hear any mean people say ruinous things and, above all, barring any other actions you take, Not, under any circumstances looking at the Internet.

Or.

You can get over it. You can deal with the fact that people are going to be people, and trolls are going to be trolls, and you can scan your favourite pages for certain words, before continuing.

What? Oh no! If you recombine the words in the post, you'll get at least three different paragraphs from the new book! Spoiler alert!

Calm Down.

Love,

wolven

"I must not fear..."

Books I have to read:

Who's Afraid of Post-Modernism?

The Occult Mind: Magic in Theory and Practice

I am a Strange Loop

A Cognitive Theory of Magic (arrived today, from my mom)

Now. Why would i be afraid of these wonderful and amazing books? What would make me possibly want to shy away?

The distinct dreadful impression that, when I do, I'm going to find

A) So much work, so close to mine, that it will cause me to despair of ever being able to distinguish myself from these people, their opinions, or their methods. Lehrich and Sørensen, most specifically.

or

B) Ideas that are almost mirrors to those I despise. Hofstatder seems to be taking the "Illusion of Consciousness," approach, though not going so far as to claim it unreal... A "mirage that does work," I think he would term it.

Who wants to go get drunk, tonight? Scratch that. I'm pretty sure I'm piss-poor company, right now. I just want to go to Waffle House and eat shitty food until I go into a coma. If you want to do that, though, gimme a call.

We'll deal.