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Old 08-26-2004, 05:31 AM   #2
OmmadDawn
 
Join Date: Jun 2004
Location: Colorado
Posts: 37
What I did

Sneezed and coughed and woke up. Shivered and took medicine. Went to work. Fixed problems, bitched about people. Worked on a script to automate some annoying thing we have to do. Bitched about people some more.

Took more medicine. Stressed out about the coming election. Visited Gothic.net.

Thought about peoples' ideas of heaven in the past, versus now. Wouldn't it be funny if people now went to heaven, and it was abundent with wildlife and so forth as the old cultures thought, but modern people thought it was torture because they don't know how to catch and prepare wild food?

Picked up the wife, went shopping for gourmet popcorn and paper bags. Found neither. Came home, took more medicine, and fell asleep.

Dreamed about relatives in Texas. When I woke up, remembered half of them are dead, in prison, or otherwise not approachable. No longer the innocent, fun kids swimming in the creek.

Woke up with the wife watching "The Player". Another jackass gets the boot for not having enough 'game'. This is indeed the Golden Age.

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Immanuel Kant was a real piss-ant who was very rarely stable.
Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel.
And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nieizsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.
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