A talk with Spock

I haven’t had time to check my blog and the comments yet, but I’ll bet there are some great comments. Wednesdays are busy days for me. It’s laundry day for one thing and I had extra loads today because one of the kittens pissed on Gods bed. (I hear you laughing) Cats hey? They’ll fuck wit anything. (Snort)

Tomorrow we will have a talk with Spock, assuming I get it written this evening. Hey, I want to say something in defense of my troll friends, be their attorney if you will. These guys are really pretty nice guys all in all. They just got their brains a little scrambled from reading so much and trying to figure things (including God) out. They are very troubled about how the world is and operates, just like many of us are. Avoid certain subjects with them and you can usually have decent conversations with them. But if you try to discuss some things pretty soon you are calling each other idiots, or at least thinking it.

The one man has very interesting plans and concepts for sharing a lot of our natural resources better and more fairly. Especially all the water on the planet, and it pretty much makes sense to me. The problem is that no one is going to listen to him, mankind isn’t interested in that thinking at this time, he ahead of his time in his thinking. It may be fifty or a hundred years before the people on this planet will wise up to trying to do those things better. I’m hopeful that he get everything well documented with multiple copies and stored in places where they can be found when the time comes. By then a good think tank or team will find them useful. He also wouldn’t be so cranky if this town had a nice little brothel in it so he could get a little nooky, but it doesn’t.

I know the human mind about as well as anyone, and I can assure you that at this very moment there are men playfully discussing starting a new Muslim Hooters Sect. And some of them are young progressive Muslims. That is how things work on this planet.

Acceptance without proof is the fundamental characteristic of Western religion, rejection without proof is the fundamental characteristic of Western science. And I wish that they would stop screwing around and figure out how to prove that creation is a sexual energy and every thing out there is just sexual debris. But I’m not sure they can prove it with math. People have to stop believing that God created all that. God is just a higher collective consciousness, an evolution like everything else. The all, yet just a part of the all. Just keep thinking on it instead of jumping to conclusions.

Now for a little light stuff.

I had an epiphany years ago where I was out at a celebrity party and it suddenly dawned on me that I had yet to meet a celebrity who is as smart and interesting as any of my friends.

I was in my car one day listening to a guy on the radio help callers with their home problems. One woman called up hysterical after finding a skunk in her basement. "Leave a trail of breadcrumbs or cat food from your basement to your backyard," suggested the show's host. "That'll get rid of it." An hour later the woman called back, even more upset. "Now I have TWO skunks in my basement!"

This is a hoot. :-)
Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from the University of Colorado for an actual class assignment:
The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.

As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth.
Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of these emails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and Gary.

THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.".. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anudrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anudrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them; they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.

(Rebeaca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

(Gary)
Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

(Rebecca)
As*h@le.

(Gary)
B*tch!

(Rebecca)
F**K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!

(Gary)
In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.

(TEACHER)
A+ - I really liked this one.