Shhhh, quiet time is now.

Are these strange coincidences just strange coincidences?  Or perhaps is it something more?  Is this pattern that seems to be continuing just a random turn of events, just the way the dice fall?  Or is there a guiding force behind it.  Is it like being in a house, hearing footsteps, having items disappear and all that happy stuff?  Maybe its just me.  Maybe i'm making a mountain out of a few molehills...  Maybe.  Its hard to know what to think.    Its just hard.  If you are out there, why don't you say hello?  Or will you continue to be this ghost in the machine?

So I recently started playing Saints Row 2 again.  My friend just picked it up and we've been going through it cooperatively.  I'd have to say that Saints Row 2 is one of those games that you enjoy more and more as you continue to play it.

At some point I was playing the game and I unlocked an achievement, "Saprano".  Which upon looking at you get by "Singing along with a song".  I had my xbox mic on and I had been singing along to a song.  When I started playing again I realized that my character was singing along with the song too.  Crazy stuff.

While looking about the internets, I wandered upon a video on youtube called "Pokemon Power".  Essentially it was of some religious speaker talking about pokemon and getting many of the facts wrong.  He then goes on to say how its teaching children how to use witchcraft and the moment he starts talking about "Demonic and Satan" Jigglypuff shows up.   He then continues to talk about how children who play video games walk down the street and pull out 45s and shoot their friends cause in the back of their minds they think, oh he'll just turn off the console and get up and I can shoot him again tomorrow.  He even throws in "Dungeons and Dragons, that role playing game from the 80's"

Silly people

Wrong (Caspa Remix) - Depeche Mode

Love me cancerously. Like a salt sore soaked in the sea. High maintenance means your a gluttonous queen, narcissistic and mean. Kill me romantically, fill my soul with vomit then ask me for a piece of gum, bitter and dumb your my sugar plumb. Your Awful! I love you! She moves through moonbeams slowly, she know just how to hold me, and when her edges soften, her body is my coffin. I know she drains me slowly, she wears me down to bones... in bed. Must be a sign on my head, Oh love me dead, love me dead.

Ludo "Love me dead"

Ludo-Love Me Dead.mp3 - Ludo

My room mate painted the case blue while I tweaked the intensity of the laser. 
It was rather interesting.

Banana!.  Now where is the Chocolate and Peanut Butter...

Ahh, Professor Farnsworth, will your wisdom never cease?   Whah?

SUCCESS!!!

I have figured out how to turn PDF files into Image files!

Some of you might say... "wait... what?  Why would you want to go and do something like that?"

Basically, PDF files are not supported on a Vanilla PsP.  (playstation portable)  I want to be able to access the knowledge that happens to be on PDFs that I have while away from a computer.  The solution.... as you might have figured out... turn that information into a PsP readable format.  Jpegs!  yay.

A strange sort of pent up, bent up, coiled up feeling that boils inside.  Almost like a breath waiting to be released, yet no amount of exhaling gets rid of it.  It sits there like lead in your chest.  Sits there feeling ready to explode, ready to pounce, volatile in it's subdued violence.  I think of the dreams that visit me.  The silly strange oddities.  How I figured out existence with a simple equation.  And how that simplicity was perfect for the boundless complexities that life happens to have. 
I've talked about situations that visit me, as much as I visit them and attempt to diffuse the tricky situation.  It works at times.
At other times i'm left as i am now, with only time and anything I can fill it with there to hold on to.

I let it all uncurl, uncoil, diffuse.

Some things are simple. Other things, they need to be punched.

Or upset.  At least that is what i've heard.  I imagine the flow of emotion causes you to pay less attention to the road.  The emotion might also cause you to be more aggressive or careless.

Now this gets me thinking.  This idea brings up another.  Don't get groceries while hungry. 

Emotions and the bodies red flags. 

If an artist was to paint while angry, would the painting be angry.  If the baker creates while sad does the bread not rise well.

What happens when beer is brewed while angry.  What does angry beer taste like.

Emotions are easy to distill at times.  Not always easy to control or even direct for that matter.  When the artist paints angry is he directing his anger through the brush or is the anger directing the brush through him. 

Emotions themselves are contagious.  Good moods often spread while foul moods infect.

I've got a few mind training techniques i'm going to work on in my free time.  I could do them now but then I wouldn't be posting. 

Job training is going swimmingly.  I sincerely hope I get a good dose of what is in store for me during the next three weeks or so.  That way when I hit the ground I can attempt it at a light jog if not a full run.  Need to pick up some tools for the job.  Things are going fine on that front.

Human interaction.  That stuff is fun. 

My brain hasn't gorged upon so much information in one prolonged sitting for quite some time now.  I would say that training is going as well as could be expected.

Little pings pop up in the radar of my mind.  They whisper softly to me.  Sweet words that attract my attention like flies to honey.  Or something that likes sweet things to something sweet.  These little pings coalesce and grow and crystallize and shine brighter as I peer into them, focusing them, directing them.   Paths to be taken.  Paths in the darkness.  Soon... very soon, streets will form.  Their cris-crossing veins will flood life into the world.  Ponderments abound.