No Use For A Title

I wish our federal government had to survive confidence votes.

Sure, we'd probably abuse them at first and have one every few months, but eventually the crushing debt that they would only be piling on to would make us choose a halfway decent set of politicians* in the first place, right? We can't go on much further than a 97th wind, right?

Now that I think about it, maybe it's better than we don't have such a thing. Our political system is dirty enough as it is, we don't need to give power to any more parties. People are confused enough already; I can see the Foaming-Mouth Cannibal party getting more than a few seats nationwide, given the main methods of choosing who to vote for (who needs issues when you can just see their pictures in the paper, or watch their commercials?).

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so I'll just let it go until around 2020.

*I realize the irony inherent in this statement.

"Some guy on here said that you don't hear about the good news from Iraq, and some other guy said that was because the reporters are being kidnapped and killed."

"I thought he would have said it was because there is no good news."

"Well, there is some good news."

"What?"

"I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico."


And now, with that little exchange documented for the ages, I have to get ready to go to those after-Thanksgivings sales with my grandparents like the good little consumers we are. (Not in any way dissing the system, just saying).

Oh, and about that stupid hotel thing: I tried calling the phone number that was listed in the email, but I got no answer. Twice. I could contact the hotel, but they'd probably think I was data farming, or whatever you crazy kids call it these days. Besides, that wouldn't teach anyone a lesson about not putting in someone else's damn email address.

That, and I'm lazy. That's why I didn't do an update; that and the fact that I dislike updates because they let people change what they said earlier, and there's no real proof that what they said before ever actually existed. In fact, that's why I make regular backups of the Internet every 10 minutes. Storage space gets a little expensive, but it's the only way.

The only way.

Today is a historic day.*

Well, it was.

And for reasons I didn't even know.

I found out today that today was the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated. Who/How/Why doesn't really matter to me. What matters is that this set off a chain of events leading to the slippery slope down into the bowels of neoconservatism we are in today. I don't even have to specify "we" as referring to Americans, these guys are global fuckups.

But enough of that.

On to more important things.

Around 2:10 today, I got this weird feeling. I can't tell if it was physical or psychosomatic (or perhaps both), but it wasn't a good feeling. What caused it?

A heart problem? (Enlarged heart would be the irony to end all ironies, perhaps literally.)**

My own subconcious expectation that something bad would happen to me near the end of a nexus?

My recently worsened diet?

I blame society.

Speaking of society, I was going to talk about something relating to my mental age, and how people have always treated me as if my chronological age were that instead, but this is enough of that.

In other news that I hadn't planned on, I got an email earlier today to my gmail account. Somebody in Columbus used my email address (but their own phone, name, and credit card numbers) to reserve a room in Washington DC (seeing the Columbus [Ohio] address with a 202 area code [DC] confused me at first, but I figured it out. Separate columns.).***

I'm thinking about using my phone card which I've been using only at pay phones but that entails a hefty minute penalty and isn't what I got it for anyway but I may as well use it so I can start talking and stop this run-on sentence to call the number and see why this person used my email address.

In fact, I'll go do that now. I'll update with the results, if I survive.

*It's not "an historic". I don't care how you pronounce it. Bastards.

**Have I mentioned that before? If I have, chalk it up to being paranoid.

***How's that for syntax?****

****I've done worse.*****

*****Not even counting errors.

[Note: So I could post today, I ruled that I must round up instead of down when determining the day of a nexus. This is similar (but not analogous) to 0 being equal to 1, for larger values of 0.]

When I walked into my first class today they asked me if I had a “jump drive” (I guess that’s what they call those here). It didn’t occur to me to say no, though maybe I should have. When I instead said “I think so,” and began searching through my bookbag where I was 95% sure I would find it*, someone said something about there always being someone with [random piece of technology here] wherever you go here.

Luckily, I had most of the embarrassing and/or possibly incriminating stuff buried in folders.

Ah, the power of technology.

*I could never be 100% sure. About 1-2% of that is the Baterian Uncertainty Principle, which states that the likelihood of X being true (where X is a conditional) warps considerably when values of the perceived likelihood of X being true are close to 0 or 1. A corollary states that this fact can rarely be used to my advantage. The other 3-4%? My house lies on an interdimensional ley line similar to the distorted space found in the back of many dryers and under beds, except it affects the entire house.

*Takes a deep breath, lowering dead space slightly*

I voted today.

Whether or not it counted, who knows.

Whether or not I care, who cares.

In other news, I actually remembered to cash that check from this post, though I had to do it on the 7th instead of the 6th because the 6th was a Sunday. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Well, maybe not the whole thing, but the part that concerned him, at least.

Bastard.

Anyway, I waited to mention it until today because...so I wouldn't have to post twice in a row, with the election being today and all.

I guess that's all I've got.

May as well get this post out of the way before I hit a dark nexus.

November.

I hate November. (And since about this time last year, I've had a reason to.)

Most of my fifth semester is over already, and it went by fast. I don't really feel like I even learned anything.*

*For me, that means everything was either Socratic-esque** review or the regular kind.

**Or was it Plato? But Platonic has its own weird quirks in meaning now that would pervert the meaning of the statement.*** ...You know what? Now that I think about it, it probably was Plato. Oh well, it's all Greek to me.

***Kinda like the word "pervert." You know, I bet there was a time when the other definition of "pervert" was the main one (probably before the current main one existed, if there was such a time). That makes me think of other words that have changed over the years, like ejaculate. It used to mean "to utter suddenly and vehemently". Sure, you can still use it and pretend to mean that, but you know you were trying to make a funny. I guess the point - and I use that term very loosely - is that trying to fight the shifting of a language is a losing battle. You can ejaculate against it all you want, but all you'll do is tire yourself out.

Edit: Because I am a jackass.