Temptations...

So what happens when I finally manage to sit down and try to salvage what can be salvaged of my preparation for my discrete mathematics exam?

A huge crate lands on my porch:



This was not to be delivered until after the fifteenth. Now how am I supposed to be able to concentrate on my math, when there is a whole case full of power tools sitting by my door?

How much more embarrassing can this act get?



Or maybe this is just exactly the image this nation is going for now. Like a frightened kid who has taken a beating from the school bully, squealing at the whole world:

Fuck you! Fuck you all!

toddler.jpg

Unrelenting, straight shooting, unapologetic, striving, determined, demanding, forgiving, stubborn, charming, graceful, pure, strong, smart, yearning, limitless, driven, loving. Magical.

Witness my daughter, the toddler.

I am a simple creature. It doesn't take much to cheer me up.

Or take my mind, at least for a minute, off things that I am slowly realizing that I will probably never be able to change.

*Sigh*

And just as I published that post, Last.fm starts playing Depeche Mode's Somebody.

Seriously, how are you supposed to be able to keep your heart intact, and safe from just shriveling up into a small, ugly, dead knot?

Ok, now you tell me how not to become depressed when this (it's a pdf, by the way) is the world we live in, and nothing we do seems to make any difference about it?

None. Nil. Nix. Zero. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Nichts. Null.

One. Hundred. Thousand. Living. Human. Beings. Like. You. And. Me.

Say it with me.

"One. Hundred. Thousand. Living. Human. Beings. Like. You. And. Me."

"Like. You. And. Me."

THat solves that question. Now we know what their purpose in life was.

Being slaughtered.

Free men bear arms, anyone?

Oh no, of course this isn't representative. No, gun-toting is not just sane and natural, it's actually a necessity. To ward of all the real loonies walking around, carrying guns.

Or just to exterminate those that would actually walk onto my property. It's mine, after all. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine!

And damn everything else to hell.

Fuck.