My daily entreaty.
The usual response.
Surprisingly, perfectionists are often procrastinators, as they can tend to think “I don’t have the right skills or resources to do this perfectly now, so I won’t do it at all.”
My god. That’s me. O_o
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- TV: Hey hey it's idiots en regalia humiliating themselves for you oh and buy all the garbage
- RADIO: Here's the prefab songs we know you like all five of them so you get sick of them real fast and go nuts for our new and equally generic product
- MOVIES: Lavish productions that bring nothing new or entertaining! Getcha overpriced fake entertainment here!
- LIBRARIES: Here's heaps of books all regurgitating the same plotlines in which idiots get humiliated and sometimes killed for your supposed amusement
- INTERNET: <MINDLESS BLURGLING INTENSIFIES>
- GAMES: Shoot things without a body move pieces turn by turn zombies platforms fetch carry escort space be the faceless hero oh wait post apocalyptic space zombies again
- ME: <stimming intensifies>
How to drive me insane
How to drive me insane
1. Start asking me a question. Break off as you are distracted by something else. Berate me for not answering your unfinished question, which, because you never finished asking it, I cannot answer.
2. Start giving me instructions. Break off as you are distracted by something else. Berate me for not carrying out your unfinished instructions.
3. Expect me to have memorised all the everything. Get upset when I cannot instantly belch up the answer you want.
4. Command my attention, then immediately start waffling. If you need me, focus on what you need me for and fuck anything else unless it’s time-critical.
5. Yammer so long that whatever was the important part of your verbal diarrhea is lost in the verbiage, then get upset I cannot understand what you want. Bonus points if you have a strong accent that makes you unintelligble.
6. Tell me to do something, then continue talking about how important it is that it be done and so on and so forth. I cannot think or do anything when you are making the talking noise, as I have learned that I must listen to your noise. Oh, and then you get upset because you talk too much and prevent me from doing whatever it was you wanted. (See #5.)
7. Start the talking noise as soon as I approach you. I am not approaching you to be talked at or because I have nothing to do. I want to ask you to do something, or answer a question, for me for a change. Oh, and then you get upset because the issue I have has not been resolved or has escalated.
8. Tell me something is not a priority, then get upset when I put it aside in favour or more critical tasks.
9. Ignore when I am busy (e.g. navigating a tight space with a heavy box) and expect immediate assistance and/or answers.
10. Get upset when I, recognising that eventually you will make your problem/s mine to solve, attempt to prepare a solution in advance. You were going to dump it on me eventually, so why are you upset at my thinking ahead?
For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
Charles Bukowski (via 1000scientists)
Sorting time
At the moment, I have my SAM library pretty much imitating the physical file system I’ve sorted my music into. For a while, it works, but then there’s the problem of keeping a feeling going.
When I kick into a sort of ‘high gear’ state, I like to stay there. So suddenly going from something cruising along in the jetstream to a low-n-slow blimp ride… it’s disjointed and a half to me. God knows what the punters feel.
So today I’m going to try and re-sort my SAM library into styles and venues, piling stuff into folders like this:
Governments can be useful to the governed only so long as inherent tendencies toward tyranny are restrained.
Frank Herbert: God Emperor of Dune
(via midnightcrammer)
This is a nice ideal: One where government asks, “are we making ourselves useful to the country?” as opposed to “is the country useful to us?”
Sometimes I get appalled at the fact that people say, ‘What’s the point in going to space? It’s of no use. Why are we spending so much money?’ and I think: ‘Bloody hell! Everyone in the world can now know where they are!’ A tiny box that lets you know exactly where you are on the planet, or another tiny box that lets you talk to anyone in the world. And we don’t think about it, we think it’s just like God gave it to us.
…that lists and explains several points where existing religions can improve their game:
- Stop being literal
- Quit anthropomorphising God
- Quit hating on science Go inside
- Get cozy with uncertainty
Interesting discussion in the comments too.
Oh, God, he’s at the Fraps again. More gaming drivel in three parts.
Yup
Same here. It’s either that or my neurotic conviction that there’s something else I should be doing, or will be dragooned into doing.
How can a theist expect me to believe in a God when virtually none of them are capable of living as though there was one?
Jon Rosenberg, of Scenes From a Multiverse fame