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Happy birthday Dad. You're not old. Cause if you're not old then I'm not old and I'm not old.

Clear as mud?

Good. We're on the same page.

Probably not on the same page now that I think about it. I mean if we are clear as mud then we probably aren't even reading the same book. If we are then it is muddy and one of us ought to dry it out. Come to think of it we could just go to McKays and get another one. It's probably cheaper there and they probably didn't toss it in the mud.

Unless there is an epidemic with that particular book being tossed in the mud. Then we're not likely to find one that isn't muddy. If that is the case we'll have to rummage through the unwanted books bin outside McKays front door. I hate that. They have all kinds of crap in there. Unsavory logical positivist philosophy text, tasteless linear algebra workbooks, rancid romance novels, half eaten uncooked potatoes with sour cream that is out of season, random discarded foot fungi, the occasional interstellar hitchhiker, a forlorn One Ring of Sauron the Lord of Darkness, the White Album on 8-track with part of the tape pulled out, and the Good Lord knows what else. If I start going through all than then I'll have to go through the ritual washing thing for 3 days. That just ruins a weekend.

We'll just get a new book whadda ya say? A nice cliff notes text on Shakespeare is fashionable at this time of year. Goes well with the autumn leaves, a cup of decaffeinated (why bother) coffee with a hint of Swiss mocha (which makes up for the decaffeinated bit) and a bagel with melted peanut butter.

We probably have to toast that bagle to get the peanut butter to melt. My toaster can make those as black as I remember you like them. I usually go through two or three of them before I get one right. Jasmine likes the burnt ones though. She likes just about anything that resembles food but I won't go into that right now.

There is a lot of sugar, or at least glucose, in that meal but it is only a seasonal thing. Winter comes around and then it is fashionable to go around scolding yourself with hot water and scream at the neighbors during happy hour. Come to think of it that might be why my neighbors don't come around any more.  It might have something to do with all that scalding and screaming while running around the back yard naked. I'll have to think about that. No use being a slave to fashon if you loose your neigbors I always say.

What were we talking about?

It is written:

“…our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.” - Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)
Russian-American novelist Speak, Memory.

It is spoken (Although one ought to keep his mouth shut about it. But eh. Here it goes)

That's depressing. Must be on the down cycle eh? If you take your medication then you'll get out of that.
-ADHD Bipolar

The Scrolls.
And Abraham awoke in the middle of the night and said to his only son Isaac, “I have a dream where the voice of the Lord sayeth that I must sacrifice my only son, so put your pants on.”  And Isaac trembled and said, “So what did you say?  I mean when He brought this whole thing up?”
“What am I going to say?” Abraham said. “I’m standing there at two A.M. in my underwear with the Creator of the Universe.  Should I argue?”
“Well, did he say why he wants me sacrificed?” Isaac asked his father.
But Abraham said “The faithful do not question.  Now let’s go because I have a heavy day tomorrow.”
And Sarah (a character incidentally who is noticeably absent from the biblical story) who heard Abraham’s plan grew vexed and said, “How doth thou know it was the Lord and not, say thy friend who loveth practical jokes, for the Lord hateth practical jokes and whosoever shall pull one shall be delivered into the hands of his enemies whether they can pay the delivery charge or not.”  Abraham answered, “Because I know it was the Lord.  It was a deep, resonant voice, well modulated, and nobody in the desert can get a rumble in it like that.”
And Sarah said, “And thou art willing to carry out this senseless act?”  But Abraham told her, “Frankly yes, for to question the Lord’s word is one of the worst things a person can do, particularly with the economy in the state it’s in.”
And so he took Isaac to a certain place and prepared to sacrifice him but at the last minute the Lord stayed Abraham’s hand and said, “How could thou doest such a thing?”
And Abraham said, “But thou said ----“
“Never mind what I said,” the Lord spake.  “Doth thou listen to every crazy idea that comes thy way?”  And Abraham grew ashamed.  “Er – not really, no.”
“I jokingly suggest thou sacrifice Isaac and thou immediately runs out to do it.”
And Abraham fell to his knees, “See I never know when you’re kidding.”
And the Lord thundered, “No sense of humor.  I can’t believe it.”
“But doth this not prove I love thee, that I was willing to donate mine only son on thy whim?”
And the lord said, “It proves that some men will follow any order no matter how asinine as long as it comes from a resonant, well-modulated voice.”

-Woody Allen, Without Feathers

I am but mad north-northwest: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw
-Hamlet. Act 2 Scene 2

I don't fly northwest. Other than that, I'm with ya brother!
-ADHD Bipolar

In reply to:

Introducing Twitter to Your Non-Geeky Family

Twitter is extremely useful. I have received feed back from Comcast while twittering. Which is pretty cool since I don't use Comcast.
Enterprises are using it. So are colleges. I am an instructor and I use twitter in the classroom with all the students. I make announcements about classroom events, college events, area events, resources I have found and they reply in kind. I also use it just for fun and so do my students.
If you want to stay on top of your favorite stuff, in my case social media, then there are people out there that twitter it. Guaranteed. Everything from the bleeding edge of social media (twitter.com/Scobleizer) to the WWE for crying out loud (http://twitter.com/wwecharacters).
Just got to know what you are looking for and who you want to interact with.

Friendfeed is a massively wonderfull tool. I can follow all kinds of improtant people like Robert Scoble and Mona N.

I can learn facinating things. Why just today I learned about some more lego pictures and a giant darth vader head.

Wow. Now if I could only get the work done. That would be great.

What am I donig?

I always hated the pat response "great", "ok", or what ever to "how ya doin?" Truth is that no one really wants to know how you are doing but for some strange reason feel required to ask.

When I was in college and someone would pass me by and ask "how ya doin?" I'd stop dead in my tracks; Put my hand on my chin; Think a moment and reply: "I have no idea." I was a philosophy major so there was a serious inside joke to that.

What amused me, other than the fact I was being an a$$, was that if I didn't answer right away the person who asked generally felt like they were required to stop. They felt like they had to hang around until I gave them a reply that loosed them from their obligation of inquiring into my welfare.

So to keep from using the standard responses I worked into "getting by". What is interesting about that response is that people seem to feel the need to reply or comment in some way. In general my superiors would like for me to do more than just "get by" and my peers usually say something to the effect of "I know what you mean"

An that is my analysis of "How ya doin" as a comment designed to end conversation not begin it.

A comment in response to http://bc42-guilife.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-dream.html

It is written:

(Somewhere. I think. I belive. Don't hold me to it. If it isn't it should be. I'm writing it now.)

"The frog may laugh at the dragon
but only once."

-weird arcane text I cannot find.

"There are two ways to be in life: Right or Happy

I like happy"

-The ADHD Bipolar