I Hate Valentine's Day. God is supposed to know everything but even He doesn't know how much I despise V-Day.

I've done V-Day on many occasions, and to be honest I don't remember any of them. Nope, can't remember where we went or what we did. Now that I think about it, I only remember that I didn't get much of anything, but I spent God knows how many thousands of dollars over the years. I've done the weekend vacation at the beach, I've done the jewelry, I've mustered all the romantic in me possible - but all that I've taken away from it are memories, and we always remember the bad ones the most.

When will these chumps realize they are being taken for a ride? Instead of having nothing to show for all of my V-Days, I could have a nice big HDTV, a really nice watch, or a good down payment on another car. Instead it is all rotting away in some girl's jewelry box. How STOOOOPID. And when Steak and Blow Job day rolls around they're all like, "Damn I forgot. How about movie and cuddle day instead?"

The only consolation are the mobs of women who are just as bitter as me about V-Day and want to go out and get drunk with their girlfriends on this oh so special date. This is really what V-Day should be about - going out, getting drunk, and finding some new friends. Know what I'm sayin?

Nearly every post he makes is not actually about some kind of important topic - it is about JASON. I've given some consideration as to why he displays this obsessive behavior. I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like to be a female he's interested in. Talk about scary. God help all of them.

1) There is some kind of deep character flaw.
2) He is actually a closet homosexual (Does SF do that to you?)
3) He hates himself and lashes out at Jason to make himself feel good.

Tell me, my devoted stalker, how do you feel about this? Remember, you have NO RIGHT to be upset! I'm just displaying my freedom of expression!

Sometimes, you have to listen to yourself.

However, your self is not only your mind or body. You actually have multiple selves, each of which lives on inside the hearts of anyone you have ever interacted with. For example, I have a self that lives within my brother, my father, and all of my friends. Each of these selves are different, as everyone views me differently.

How do you know which self is the correct self? Is that for us to know? How do you know which "you" should be listened to?

Jason

So (e:Joshua) and my friend Jerry went out tonight, so I've been home alone all night deciding what to do. I directed a whole mass full of people to (e:Dcoffee)'s article - I'm not saying how, but suffice it to say there should be more internet traffic headed in that direction.

I've been eating a few Ranchero Doritos tonight. I don't eat chips or most other kinds of snack food very often anymore, but Jerry brought them over and I've been a little hungry. I'm not sure what "Ranchero" flavor is - with other types of Doritos you know for sure, but the only way I can describe the flavor is "spicy."

I realized that there are flavors that I enjoy in potato chip form which I am afraid of in their natural state. For example, I think Cool Ranch Doritos taste really good, yet I don't eat ranch, nor any other kind of salad dressing. I also like Sour Cream and Chives, and Sour Cream and Cheddar chips, but I do not eat sour cream. I'm not sure what I am afraid of, but I don't miss eating salad dressing or sour cream, and I don't think they are the healthiest things in the world anyway so I'll stick to my once in a blue moon eating of the chips. It is Super Bowl time, you know.

With the absence of any real humans to talk to or interact with tonight, I decided to interact with people via internet forums. I couldn't be more thrilled with the result - I talked to a guy (a Christian Liberal) who sees the world much like I do. He directed me to his blog and recommended a book to me. I checked it out on Amazon and I cannot wait to start reading the book. I am not going to talk about the subject of the book because you don't care to know, and I don't care to tell you. Nevertheless I have high hopes about it, and with some luck I hope to learn more about myself and try to make more sense out of my life.

Jason

Here's a very interesting article from Newsweek about Boys in Education. It's definitely worth your time to read it.

(e:Ajay) is right, what I posted are lyrics from a song called "Warmth of the Sun". I just copy and pasted the lyrics and forgot to write the title in. Beach Boys fans would automatically recognize the song, but I don't know that there are too many fans here on the strip.

I started thinking about the Beach Boys again last night while Josh and I were watching War of the Worlds - you know when Tom Cruise sings "Little Deuce Coupe" to Dakota Fanning.

More on this later...it will take a while for me to construct what I really want to say.

What good is the dawn
That grows into day
The sunset at night
Or living this way

For I have the warmth of the sun
(Warmth of the sun)
Within me at night
(Within me at night)

The love of my life
She left me one day
I cried when she said
"I don't feel the same way"

Still I have the warmth of the sun
(Warmth of the sun)
Within me tonight
(Within me tonight)

I'll dream of her arms
And though they're not real
It's like she's still there
The way that I feel

I loved like the warmth of the sun
(Warmth of the sun)
It won't ever die
(It won't ever die)

After (e:Joshua) publicly humiliated me for looking like Shaggy, I decided enough was enough. It was time for change. Change is good, yeah? It was time to go to The Pink, and I was ready to test out my new 'do.



I tested it out first by giving some guy the most menacing glare I'm capable of, and he looked away. Cool! Don't fuck with the guy with the mohawk! When I was at the bar some chick asked me if I was going through her purse. I said, "No, why, you got something in there you shouldn't?" So she opened up her purse for me to see, and it was actually pretty empty. No condoms either - my kind of girl. Some guy also asked me if I play an instrument, or if I was in a rock band. I was like "Hell yeah, and we SHRED!"

Fun night overall.

Poetry in Motion...

My comment on (e:ejtower)'s latest post - by the way dude your new user pic is far superior to the earlier one.

Since people are commenting for me more than EJ, sadly, I will offer a second comment.

It was not my argument that achievements have been made FOR God, on God's behalf, or because of God. In no way did I ever imply it, either. The point was, Religion is not a hindrance to advancing as a people scientifically, intellectually, or otherwise. To state otherwise is patently false and ignores the totality of human existence.

(duhjay) - your "commentary" here is only a poorly veiled attempt at Christian bashing. You are the guy who defended media reports of the Indian caste system by saying "Well well well, the Christians are only helping because they want to convert people!" Very poor. Go back to sleep.

About war - I think simply saying "Well wars between people of different religion have been waged, therefore it's God's fault" is a horribly short sighted way of looking at things. It has always been, even up until today, about racial superiority and the acquisition of land and other resources. Not to mention, numerous wars (I would argue, the largest and deadliest wars of this centry as well) were/are waged with Religion having nothing to do with it. I'm not saying Religion is a non-factor - but instead saying it is only one component of a far more sinister and complex problem. Would any of you actually put forth the notion that if there were no Religion there would be no war? We do evil to each other based on every single possible way of dividing ourselves.

Saying God believers are fools, or using shaming, harassing, or humiliating language always makes me sad. Why? That is the language of Falwell. That is the language of Robertson. That is the language of the Imams and every other son of a bitch who thinks they are better than someone else for X, Y, or Z reason. It is exactly the same destructive force that has left us in ruin over and over again. Fundie atheists are no better than fundie religious types. My atheist father taught me this. The cycle continues.

I guess I'm the only person confident enough in my beliefs to not have to do that. Saying "I believe in God" has never hindered me in any way, and it never will, and there isn't an argument or any evidence to make it true. All anyone can do to me is a pathetic attempt to humiliate me, which only reveals the person as ignorant, hateful, and prejudiced.

There isn't anyone alive who can say with any matter of truth or authority God is real or not. That is a truly eye-rolling thing to consider. We shouldn't make the mistake of thinking we know more than we do - whether it is about God, about whether or not my wife is cheating on me, or whether the Yankees are going to win the World Series again. What are my lucky lottery numbers? You get the point. None of us will know for sure until we pass, and everyone would be a lot better of if it was left at that.

Anyway, that's about all I have to say on the topic of God, at least on estrip.