Frozen Yogurt Made Me Gay...
I'm sitting here at my computer, I'm beyond bored, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to write today. Doesn't that seem like a lovely place to start? Well, let's first get to the bottom of why I'm bored. I have a computer here, right? The world is at my fingertips. "Boredom? Pfft! Impossible!" You'd think so, yes. But sadly, the computer just isn't enough to keep me entertained for the entire day. Normally, I'd just hop on the bus and go wherever the route takes me. But alas, that's not an option. My mother's car was stolen recently [bastards!], so she yoinked my bus card in order to get to and from work. And as I only have about 78 cents to my name at the moment, there's no way I can just take off at anytime on the bus now. *sigh* Therefore, I'm bored out of my noggin.
I'm going to take a paragraph here to talk about my buddies over at GayPride. Lately, I've come to realize that they're not just random people scattered across the United States. Each and every one of them is someone I can rely on for friendship and advice. I can always rely on Boots for hugs, and a high-speed chase through Tickletown. And Jared [the head honcho] is always there to mediate and keep the rest of us from becoming too mischievous. Higgy's one of the coolest people there, with his super-gay wickedness and our constant make-out sessions. [Hehehe. No clue what brings that stuff on.] Ferret is practically the coolest chick ever, and she makes cookies! Really good cookies! Of course, these aren't the only people I get along with at GP. The people above just happen to be the guys and dolls I get along with the best. In addition, there's Waffles and SquishyBob [two recent additions to the board, who seem pretty cool], and there's also Insane and Tweet [who also seem pretty cool]. There's Sheriff, who sometimes needs to be whacked on the noggin, but is otherwise pretty nice. Darkmonkey and Headless don't come around much anymore, but it's always nifty when they pop up there. The entire board is like a giant family. We don't always agree, and we're not all on speaking terms, but there's a general feeling of happiness and hope. Without the silly moos at GP, I'd probably be a highly reclusive little panda. *big hugs for all the queens [and their lesbian/bisexual equivalents] at GayPride!*
I want to explain my déjà vu, which is as far-fetched as it is far-fetched. [Consider THAT déjà vu as well.] In a nutshell, here's what I'm thinkin' on the subject. When we're struck by déjà vu, it pretty much means we're eeriely aware of something in the present time having already happened. In our heads, it seems so familiar that we're CERTAIN it has already taken place. And my theory sort of explores that. If any of you have seen The Matrix, then you're aware that déjà vu occurs [in the film] when someone makes a change to the system. I've considered something similar. I believe that déjà vu has to do with changes in time. And what we're seeing isn't a hallucination or anything [as the term paramnesia would have us believe], but it's actually a recollection of something that once happened and was later essentially erased by a change in the fabric of time. For example: I attended a Marilyn Manson concert in the summer of 2003. [It was awesome, by the way.] Anyhow, the concert took place in August. But let's say that in the future, someone has taken a journey back in time to kill Marilyn, and let's say they succeed in killing him the month BEFORE the concert I saw. Technically, the concert will have never taken place. But because I've seen it in reality, the memory stays in my head, even if the event was erased from time. It's kind of like when you delete a file from your computer. Most of the time, you've deleted a file, but you've still left an imprint. You can't see the imprint, but there's usually some kind of piece of it left behind. [Try installing Undelete software and prove this yourself. You'll see evidence of all sorts of stuff you thought was truly gone.] I believe the mind works the same way. Personally, I think the brain is way too complex to just rewrite like that. So even though something was erased from time, déjà vu is the brain's refusal to cave in and erase the memory. We believe something has happened before because it did happen. Does that make sense? Please comment.
As that's quite a bit for some of you to wrap your heads around, I'm going to wander off now and watch "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch" on the WB. [Hooray for me!] So take care, my fluffy little monkeys. I'll pop up again soon with a slew of new randomness for you. Yay! Take care of yourselves, and keep in touch.
Until next time...
Justin the Magic Moocow
I'm going to take a paragraph here to talk about my buddies over at GayPride. Lately, I've come to realize that they're not just random people scattered across the United States. Each and every one of them is someone I can rely on for friendship and advice. I can always rely on Boots for hugs, and a high-speed chase through Tickletown. And Jared [the head honcho] is always there to mediate and keep the rest of us from becoming too mischievous. Higgy's one of the coolest people there, with his super-gay wickedness and our constant make-out sessions. [Hehehe. No clue what brings that stuff on.] Ferret is practically the coolest chick ever, and she makes cookies! Really good cookies! Of course, these aren't the only people I get along with at GP. The people above just happen to be the guys and dolls I get along with the best. In addition, there's Waffles and SquishyBob [two recent additions to the board, who seem pretty cool], and there's also Insane and Tweet [who also seem pretty cool]. There's Sheriff, who sometimes needs to be whacked on the noggin, but is otherwise pretty nice. Darkmonkey and Headless don't come around much anymore, but it's always nifty when they pop up there. The entire board is like a giant family. We don't always agree, and we're not all on speaking terms, but there's a general feeling of happiness and hope. Without the silly moos at GP, I'd probably be a highly reclusive little panda. *big hugs for all the queens [and their lesbian/bisexual equivalents] at GayPride!*
I want to explain my déjà vu, which is as far-fetched as it is far-fetched. [Consider THAT déjà vu as well.] In a nutshell, here's what I'm thinkin' on the subject. When we're struck by déjà vu, it pretty much means we're eeriely aware of something in the present time having already happened. In our heads, it seems so familiar that we're CERTAIN it has already taken place. And my theory sort of explores that. If any of you have seen The Matrix, then you're aware that déjà vu occurs [in the film] when someone makes a change to the system. I've considered something similar. I believe that déjà vu has to do with changes in time. And what we're seeing isn't a hallucination or anything [as the term paramnesia would have us believe], but it's actually a recollection of something that once happened and was later essentially erased by a change in the fabric of time. For example: I attended a Marilyn Manson concert in the summer of 2003. [It was awesome, by the way.] Anyhow, the concert took place in August. But let's say that in the future, someone has taken a journey back in time to kill Marilyn, and let's say they succeed in killing him the month BEFORE the concert I saw. Technically, the concert will have never taken place. But because I've seen it in reality, the memory stays in my head, even if the event was erased from time. It's kind of like when you delete a file from your computer. Most of the time, you've deleted a file, but you've still left an imprint. You can't see the imprint, but there's usually some kind of piece of it left behind. [Try installing Undelete software and prove this yourself. You'll see evidence of all sorts of stuff you thought was truly gone.] I believe the mind works the same way. Personally, I think the brain is way too complex to just rewrite like that. So even though something was erased from time, déjà vu is the brain's refusal to cave in and erase the memory. We believe something has happened before because it did happen. Does that make sense? Please comment.
As that's quite a bit for some of you to wrap your heads around, I'm going to wander off now and watch "Sabrina, the Teenage Witch" on the WB. [Hooray for me!] So take care, my fluffy little monkeys. I'll pop up again soon with a slew of new randomness for you. Yay! Take care of yourselves, and keep in touch.
Until next time...
Justin the Magic Moocow
