My blogBuddy isn't working right for some reason, it'll post but it won't publish which is quite annoying. Means I've gotta write it post it and than publish it seperately (I use blogbuddy because it's easier to see wtf I'm righting and it's easier to post and than edit, so I can publish later without worrying about losing it).
Hmmm, apparently some guy named Seth Lloyd calculated how many bits and how many manipulations of those bits it'd take to express the universe on a computer
Started talking about that and I got bored, god damn I'm indecisive today. I'm going to try and concentrate on something for mroe than a minute or so, but come on people you just know that isn't going to happen. For instance right now I'm staring at my cat thinking how cute and adorable he is while at the same time thinking that he's so incredibly evil and is probably imaginging ways to hurt me in my sleep. Go ahead, laugh. But you know it's true. Cats are the most wonderful evil thing in the world, and when I watched Cats and Dogs (or at least 10 minutes of it anyway, hehe) I wanted the cat to win. I would have quite happily helped that cat take over the world, of course I would have backstabbed him later and put my cat on the throne... because my cat is far superior to any other cat in existence. Now maybe if they put a lion or perhaps a cheetah up on the throne than I'd follow it for a bit, because cheetahs are cool! Can you imagine being able to run that fast? And actually doing it, the incredible feeling of the wind rushing through your hair, lifting it up, jumping slightly and feeling like your flying, as you completely leave the ground. That must be one of the most incredible sensations... I think that's the only reason to get a fast car, so that you can feel the wind in your face. Although I don't think it's the same, it's one thing when your driving in a convertible and you feel the wind blowing on your head, but it's another thing entirely when you're running as fast as you possibly can, sprinting until your lungs feel like they're going to collapse, your legs turning to jelly, folding under you. The feeling of pure exultation as you realise that you're moving as fast as humanly possibly. The knowledge that you've reached your goals, the sensation that you've hit your boundaries and gone beyond. The incredible feeling of the wind battering against your body, slowing you down, making every step harder and harder until finally you're forced to surrender, your body beaten by the unstoppable power of nature.
"Running in a cyclone, I'm running in a Cyclone"
I guess you understand how I feel about that now, eh? Well you should, now I hope you're craving a nice long rung, because I know I really am... but it's to damn late to take a run so I've got to wait till tommorow to do it, let everyone laugh at me when I collapse to the ground gasping for breath, barely able to move, because God will it feel good and I'll love every second of it...
Lifebane@optonline.net
Hmmm, apparently some guy named Seth Lloyd calculated how many bits and how many manipulations of those bits it'd take to express the universe on a computer
Started talking about that and I got bored, god damn I'm indecisive today. I'm going to try and concentrate on something for mroe than a minute or so, but come on people you just know that isn't going to happen. For instance right now I'm staring at my cat thinking how cute and adorable he is while at the same time thinking that he's so incredibly evil and is probably imaginging ways to hurt me in my sleep. Go ahead, laugh. But you know it's true. Cats are the most wonderful evil thing in the world, and when I watched Cats and Dogs (or at least 10 minutes of it anyway, hehe) I wanted the cat to win. I would have quite happily helped that cat take over the world, of course I would have backstabbed him later and put my cat on the throne... because my cat is far superior to any other cat in existence. Now maybe if they put a lion or perhaps a cheetah up on the throne than I'd follow it for a bit, because cheetahs are cool! Can you imagine being able to run that fast? And actually doing it, the incredible feeling of the wind rushing through your hair, lifting it up, jumping slightly and feeling like your flying, as you completely leave the ground. That must be one of the most incredible sensations... I think that's the only reason to get a fast car, so that you can feel the wind in your face. Although I don't think it's the same, it's one thing when your driving in a convertible and you feel the wind blowing on your head, but it's another thing entirely when you're running as fast as you possibly can, sprinting until your lungs feel like they're going to collapse, your legs turning to jelly, folding under you. The feeling of pure exultation as you realise that you're moving as fast as humanly possibly. The knowledge that you've reached your goals, the sensation that you've hit your boundaries and gone beyond. The incredible feeling of the wind battering against your body, slowing you down, making every step harder and harder until finally you're forced to surrender, your body beaten by the unstoppable power of nature.
"Running in a cyclone, I'm running in a Cyclone"
I guess you understand how I feel about that now, eh? Well you should, now I hope you're craving a nice long rung, because I know I really am... but it's to damn late to take a run so I've got to wait till tommorow to do it, let everyone laugh at me when I collapse to the ground gasping for breath, barely able to move, because God will it feel good and I'll love every second of it...
Lifebane@optonline.net
posted by Craig at
11:30 PM
