just scott

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(It was an instrumental)

I love chicken and turkey.

I hate mayonnaise.

I hate salad dressing (of any kind).

I am terribly amused by the internet (and all of you).

There is no Truthful Tuesday, Part 1 from me today.

Just woke up real hard.

it’s so cool to push a button and make something happ

There are enough books and movies that no one person will ever know them all.

There is no objective rating system so that a person can know which, among all these, are the best.

There are ways in which media, content and art are judged, and a person who is willing to invest the time and energy to learn, can expose themselves to quality content.

One (of many) flaws with this, is that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. What is popular may not always be what speaks to an individual. What moves us is not always “mainstream.”

There are enough people in the world that we will never know all of them. Hell, most of us don’t even know how many countries, or languages there are in this world at any given time.

It is impossible for us to know everyone, and everything, so that we can consume the best of the best. It is always relative.

Is it conceivable to have a database large enough and nimble enough, to store and categorize the total sum of all that is humanity?

Not that we currently are aware of.

Will there ever be?

Would we be able to scan back through time and capture those unknown bits of human ingenuity that are forever lost in the sea of time and humanity?

With truly unlimited storage, and truly unlimited power, and with the right “technology” (if that would even be the right word, one day, when or if it ever arrives) we could “conceivably” catalogue “all that is humanity.”

Why? Why would it matter? Would it compare to the potential of humanity? Would it help us to know that potential? Would it redefine that potential? If we truly understood the achievements of humanity, through the ages, including the small, lost things, wouldn’t that redefine our potential as beings? As a race?

What, really, are people? Are we just genetic containers? Our thoughts and feelings really of no consequence? If so, where does that lead, ultimately? And, to any who would care about just the DNA, would the rest (the “mind” of humanity) matter to anyone else?

Does any of it matter, to anyone? At any time?

What if we wake up one day and realize that time is an illusion, and that everything that any human has ever experienced or achieved defines each and every one of us?

If we could go back into the limited, ignorant lives we once lived… would we make different choices, knowing this? Would it change our priorities? Would it alter how we treat one another? Would we spend so much of our resources, even to the point of the suffering and death of our own brothers, for things as meaningless, or maybe even unnecessary, as defense? All we seem to do is try and kill each other!

How big of a stick must we wield? And in the very end of it all, will it really matter?

When each of us slips out of this life, will we remember or care about the weapons we owned? Or the money we had? Or the house, car, number of water bottles, brand of clothes, etc. that we “used?” (Because we don’t “own” anything. If we think we do, the joke is on us.)

Born naked. Die naked. Try to live a good life, loving one another, in between. For what? Where is the meaning? Is there meaning? Who cares?

I guess I shouldn’t have had that Four Loko at lunch, huh?

WHO WANTS CAKE?

I’ve just busted myself…

I always star, heart, +1, etc. Marijuana. Pictures, words, whatever.

Guess I’ll be starring and hearting heroine before you know it!

YIKES

Why in the hell is everyone here so beautiful?

And attractive on the outside too!

God gave me a pair of jeans.

You too.

All of us.

And I’m 99 and 44/100ths % sure that you don’t know this:

I’ve been a little whistly most of the evening.

Like there is music leaking from my lips.

It’s passed now, and I’m getting tired.

None here, but I dropped a couple of glasses and a plate, in solidarity. So, yeah.

If you have (or plan to have) children, remember that you don’t “own” these (or any) humans. As a parent, you have a short time to launch that human being into the world, briefly affecting their thoughts, beliefs and attitudes. 

They will (hopefully, if done well) learn to make their own thoughts, beliefs and attitudes, and will be able to think and operate among humanity, making good decisions, and doing something productive or meaningful in their life.

We are born naked, owning nothing, and we will die from this world the same way. Naked, alone, and taking NOTHING with us (except the love that we gave away while we roamed this earth).

Nickadoo’s story “Broken” (http://nickadoola.tumblr.com/post/9276191949/broken-part-5) has made me realize this. A parent is not always at fault, for when things go wrong in someone’s life, but there is a brief opportunity there, in that child’s life, for the parent to try and have a positive influence. 

Nobody’s perfect either, but we can try. And remember that the most important thing we can give to another human being is love. Rich, poor, good or evil, saint or sinner… we all need love, and we all have the capacity to give it.

We are really all just human hearts, wrapped in bacon. The bacon ages, wears down… and will eventually die and wither. The human heart does not wear out. It grows, and it will grow in ANY direction we send it. Like a water hose, spraying water. It will go in what ever direction we point it. So grows the human heart. 

Our heart affects other hearts in this world, whether we realize it or not. That is a stronger force than we might realize.

So, what I’m saying is, use the force and bring me some bacon. Please.

If you guys could hear the crazy stuff I sing to my cats and dog, well… I’d probably slink off in embarrassment and then go write about it to all my online friends.

“Shoobie doobie weela macca yeeowww woo!”

If I say “toes” I might be speaking metaphorically.

When I spread them out, there is a little space between my toes.

Somebody touched me right in the Internet.

Sometimes I laugh so hard I should pee in my pants, but apparently I do have just enough self control. Probably takes some of the fun out if it, but, no clean up, so… I’m good with it.

I know you needed to hear this.

I was almost an ear model once.

What?

Huh?

Never mind.

Guys, I just found an easy way to clean your inbox.

Select all.

Delete.

That’s it! You are done, and you’ve got the day off!

I love this! You are awesome!

Thank you! I almost didn’t post this. Now I’m glad I did. :)

You’re lovely. :)

Thank you. I hesitated to share all that, then saw your reply and was glad I did.

You don’t have to understand squat to feel wise and content.

You just have to *think* you do.

And none of us, with all of our limited, incomplete knowledge, really knows anything.

But most of us are content and happy, at least sometimes. 

So we’ve managed to sell it to ourselves.

Ignorance is bliss.

• I am a little obsessive about brushing and flossing (three times a day).
• Sometimes what I see here and on Twitter dismays me, but I can’t get enough, like some morbid fascination.
• I care so much for some of you that I want to fix you. Hold you and love you until you are happy and fulfilled.
• I know that’s totally impossible for many reasons.
• But that doesn’t stop the aching yearning I have for some of you to be well and content.
• I saw a 10 minute video explaining the 11 mathematical dimensions and I have not stopped thinking about it for several days now. It is causing me to change the way I think about life, and what is beyond this universe. 
• I’m really not all that into chocolate. I like my coffee black and strong (when I drink it, which is almost never), and I like scotch better than most hard liquor.
• I love animals.
• I like to put things in bulleted lists.

Nothing makes any sense.

Why in the hell should I?

yuckyducky:

jusky:

I hate in a public bathroom when I’m at the urinal and there’s another dude at a urinal and when he finishes, he goes and washes his hands. Now thanks to Mr. Handwasher McBoyscout I too will have to go wash my hands. I gotta match this asshole’s handwash so the two of us can pretend we both always wash our hands? Fuck you handwasher man.

THIS.

Reminds me of an old tale…

There were 4 guys in the restroom. Peeing. The first one finished, and made a big deal of washing his hands. With soap. For a while… and dried thoroughly. Then, announced that he was a Harvard graduate, and at Harvard, they taught the importance of good hygiene.

The second guy went to the sink and quickly rinsed his hands. No soap. Only one paper towel… and announced that he was a Yale graduate, and at Yale, they taught the importance of conservation.

The third guy finished, and headed for the door, and casually mentioned that he went to UCLA, and that it was there that he learned not to piss on his hands.

There is no rhyme

and no reason

At any time,

in any season.

Maybe I was wrong about the rhyming part.

It’s like when Friday night arrives, somebody leans a little too far on fast forward or something.

Right now?

When you just inhaled?

Then moved on?

Yeah… me too.

I’m not gonna lie…

I masticate during most meals.

And I don’t plan to stop it either.

I’m modest, and I’m not afraid to shout it from the mountaintops.