IT IS SO NICE OUT.

Like, absolutely gorgeous. I could not possibly be here, inside, on a computer on a day like today... I will not blog more than this today.

If you are inside, doing anything not related to preparing to going outside, on a day like this day, I pity you with the pity of a thousand pits.

Babysteps

Well, I've gotten the two other blogs up:

the-great-to-do.blogspot.com
thystorywriter.blogspot.com

As soon as I can figure out how to put links to them on this site, I will. I'm not entirely sure about the format I used for either site, but the basic steps are done. Perfecting them comes later.... it's on the to-do list.

BTW, the-great-to-do is up-to-date, as far as suggestions go... and based off of the first two suggestions, it's going to be alot of fun. There is nothing at Storywriter yet, but that's just a matter of finding the files on my computer then posting them.

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In other news, last night I was incredibly restless. It made me wonder--- why is America so sleepless? I've heard theories which suggest that sustained periods of staring at a computer screen (because of the refresh rate) causes a subliminal stimulation of the mind; this causes restlessness. While I've noticed this to be more-or-less true in passing, I intend to do a bit more research and experimention on the subject.

On the same note, a recent study noted on Yahoo! claimed that people who sleep only 6-7 hours live longer than people who get at least 8 hours per night. While this may be true, I wonder which of the two live happier lives...

Anyway, today I've got to get to work by 3. I think I've mentioned I work as a salad chef at a high class restaurant, next to a crazy ex-mexican-soldier. No, wait, I never mentioned that. Since I can't possibly spell his name, and I usually call him this anyway, I'll call him Amigo. So, yeah, tonight he and I will make about a hundred salads and desserts for the rich prissy whish-washies. I personally hate working in the back-- the pay is a constant, I will never make more or less than I do, no matter how many people come in. Thus, there is little insentive to work hard, besides the desire to get out of there. I'd much rather be at the front, practicing a 'disposable charm' that earns a healthy tip and a sharpened wit---because I cannot resist puns, but only about 3 percent of all puns ever told ever are ever actually funny, and only then, if it's done rapid-fast.

Yeah.

Anyway, before going to work, and immediately after this post, I'm going to grill a lamb patty, with a touch of garlic and rosemary, to be enjoyed with some Oolong tea and maybe another secret glass of Merlot... though, I wonder if white wine compliments lamb well? I don't know enough about wine yet.


AND, that is all I have time for today. I need to call my old college to get my transcript sent to my new school of desire.... which is cause for fear.... at least, however, my high school grades were immpecible, and they're going with it.


I hope that still counts.

Adios!

Got to go, don't you know?

Boredom.



That has nothing to do with today. Today, I don't work, and thus, I have the opportunity to conquer the universe. Ha, yeah. Anyway, today I'm wondering about something--- legality. And by that, the assignment of what I would consider random numbers to strict regulations that stiff law officials loves to enforce.

What am I talking about? Speed limits. Age limits. Limits in general. Who can possibly say that a person, when they have been alive for x-number of years, is automatically of the maturity to do whatever that age allows? So, when a person is 17 and 364 days old, they are, somehow, of vastly inferior maturity than they are the very next day? Or, perhaps, that, say, 65 mph, 85 kph, or whatever, is a logial speed limit, any more than 66 or 64?

Perhaps, on a median basis, one can suppose that these are fair numbers, but for the governing body of a country (which, by the way, is supposed to represent the interests of all of its citizens) to create rigid laws based on the median is, at best, unfair. At worse, it is an idication of progression towards totalitarianism. The law, in the illustration of an 18-year-old limit for whatever privilage you'd like to name, gives utterly no regard for the immature 20 year old, or the mature 16 year old. The 16 year old, in this case, ought to be permitted the rights he is able to handle, but is not, while the 20 year old is permitted rights he is old enough to handle, but cannot. In this case, the enforcement of law overwhelms the justice it attempts to serve.

So, while the extremes may illistrate an element of imperfection in the law, consider another angle--- the lesser deviates from the median. That is, the 17-years and 364-day-old versus the person a day over 18. Is there really any notable difference between them? Perhaps, from a legal standpoint, but lets take away legality--- if no one knew their age, could you tell any wildly notable difference (assuming, of course, that this person lived out there life in the normal manner that they had been doing over the course of the said 3-day period)? Obviously not. Or, using the illustration of going 66 mph or 64 mph... Is there a marked natural difference? Does a person in an accident going 66 suffer any more injuries than if that exact accident had occured at 64 mph? No, I would guess that the difference is not notable--- however, to be fair, I'd like to say that I've never conducted an experiment to prove this. I'll add that to the To-Do list.

So, what is my point? If there is, indeed, no real difference between these minute specifics, what about the next degree over? What about 67 versus 63? Or 68 versus 62? Who, then, could say exactly where the logical limit should be? Where do you draw the line? As far as the government is concerned, I feel that it is not their job to make this distinction.

I feel that arbitrary assignment of regulations on the lives of people is not necessary function of government--- the responsibility for such things ought to be on the individual. The governing body, then, should not be such a regulation-weilding tyrant; they should not be permitted to control its citizens; it's citizens ought to control it! (I'd like to note that as similar as this statement is to a tagline for the Wachoski Bros.'s latest film, I do not mean to imply support for all the specific political aims it voiced. Regardless, that particular tagline "People shouldn't fear the government. The government should fear its people," was well phrased.)

The end of this line of argument ends with the conclusion--- regulations must not be rigid, because in the case that they are, justice is too easily obstructed. Law may be blind--justice is not.

"Despite the number which names my age, I am much older than I look..."

What spurred this line of thought? I dunno... maybe it was dinner. Today, I grilled a London Broil, using a handfull of seasonings and an orange, and enjoyed it with a secret glass of Merlot, which I carefully hid behind my moniter, because heaven-forbid I enjoy a fine meal in its completion.

Was this wrong? Drinking a glass of wine? I didn't get drunk, I didn't drink any more than the one glass, and yet the meal was delightfully enhanced by its flavor's influence. Not a person knew I drank it, and I didn't drive once done (if, indeed, one glass really does effect driving).

(Of note to this line of reasoning, is this fact: in the country I live in, I am not of the legal drinking age, which is yet another limit which I feel is arbitrarily stupid. However, also of note, in EVERY OTHER COUNTRY IN THE WORLD, I am legal. Now, I can understand the mature nature of such a drink, and the government's desire to see it enjoyed by an only mature audience, but to have both the world's oldest drinking age and to lead most of the world in drinking problems strikes me as at least a little ironic.)

So, in the end, I dunno.

TO-DO:

64. Experiment with crashing cars.
65. Revise the above theories.
66. Found a new country.
67. Draft an ideal government.
68. Research other ideal governments--- (The Greek Three, Locke, Stalin, etc.)
69. Smoke the hooka.
70. Buy a giant box of gumballs.
71. Infiltrate a high-security building unnoticed, take a picture to prove it, then leave, unnoticed.
72. Make two other blogs --- one for this To-Do list, another for my periodical writings, leaving this cite for journaling/fuming/whatever.

Au'et De Nu'et

Useless, sleepy Sunday. To make it complete, all it needed was rain... no rain though.

I slept in till 2:30, because I was up 'till 4:50 working on a catering an hour from home. The catering was a Bat Mitzfa.... and could have easily been more elaborate than any wedding I've ever seen ever.

Now, I'm going to bed... so boring.

There's almost nothing to say, today barely was. But at least I'm satisfying my goal to Blog nearly every day.

NOT THAT ANYONE READS IT... I intend to change that. Which, by the way, reminds me of my other goal... I have various posting ideas that normal blogging would interfer with... They are, of course, the To-Do list, and my writings. So, I intend to get two more blogs, to feature these two other core ideas. And that is all for now...

The Great To-Do.

I've decided to create an eternal and neverending to-do list--- that is, instead of making a new one every few days like I've been doing, I'm just going to continually update one very large to-do list. Then, everyday, I'm going to attempt to complete at least five items on that list...no matter what the cost. The catch is this:

1) I will do whatever five to-do's get the most votes, by you, readers.
2) I will only do five at one time, and, once done, may not repeat them unless they are entered into the list.
3) Once decided , the five to-do's are set in stone.
4) Against each To-do, the reader may raise a challenge in addition to the to-do--- That is, if the to-do is "Go to Spain," you may challenge it with something like, "Go to Spain, WHERE YOU MUST attack a windmill with a lance."

Also, the order in which the five to-do's will also be largely up to the votes made by you, readers. Some to-do's take longer than usual, or may require larger funds than I happen to have at that moment--- thus, not all of them can be done the instant they're decided to be done. However, those obsticles are no excuse--- once the five to-do's are decided, the decision is set in stone. Further, I will take suggestions on what to add to the list (though, ultimately, I'll decide what I intend to do.)
Though I may consciously attempt to do five to-do's at once, should the easy opportunity arrise to do any other items on the list, or, in doing the to-do, other to-do's are also satisfied, there is no reason why not to do it. That is, I am not limited to only five, so long as the selected five are also in the process of being done.
This list is intented to last a lifetime. While it will be numbered, the number is in no way at all meant to represent the order in which these goals must be completed---it's simply to keep track of the size of the list. Goals are entered in the order that they are thought of.
Lastly, the list can only be comprised of things I can actually do. For instance, I can put, "Travel to India," because I can consciously decide to do that, with nothing but a bit of work in the way. However, I cannot put, "Win the Lottery," on the list, as that's not actually something I can actually do because of my conscious decision to do so. (If it were, I'd be rich, obviously.) I could, however, write "Play the lottery," which I can do just fine.

I suppose that's all of the ground rules; if I remember one I forgot, or the need for a new one arises, I'll be sure to take care of it.

Here is the list so far...

TO-DO:

1. Write a novel. (Chapters 1-5.)
2. Write a screenplay. (Pages 1-20)
3. Go to Spain. (Time sensitive---by June 1st.)
4. Go skydiving.
5. Purchase a bottle of wine, and drink it immediately.
6. Drink a case of Guiness.
7. Write a poem. (Of any type of length)
8. Learn to surf.
9. Go to Australia.
10. Climb the Alps.
11. Visit an isolated monastery.
12. Visit a jungle.
13. Go trespassing.
14. Get in a physical fight.
15. Donate to a charity.
16. Read about a style of Architecture.
17. Read about a form of Art.
18. Read about a form of Music.
19. Read about a Science.
20. Go to Greensburg. (Time sensitive---by June 1st).
21. Quit my job.
22. Get a new job.
23. Do my laundry.
24. Meet a stranger.
25. Give away something of significance to someone who needs it.
26. Start a business. (Initial steps.)
27. Reformat this webpage.
28. Read a book.
29. Run a marathon.
30. Earn an orange belt.
31. Go to college.
32. Submit college papers.
33. Learn to figth with a weapon. (nonfirearm)
34. Learn to shoot a gun.
35. Begin lessons for an instrument.
36. Create a sculpture.
37. Destroy something valuable.
38. Go to India.
39. Found a country. (Initial steps)
40. Play the lottery.
41. Get a new car.
42. Race someone. (on foot)
43. Race someone. (in a car)
44. Ask a model to the movies.
45. Befriend someone famous.
46. Go to L.A.
47. Travel via ship.
48. Travel via train.
49. Learn to skateboard.
50. Invent something.
51. Get a tan.
52. Go on a date.
53. Buy a suit.
54. Buy a new shirt.
55. Embrace a stranger warmly, and tell him/her that I love them.
56. Pretend to be someone's long-lost relative.
57. Engage in a fiery argument over something I know nothing about.
58. Learn about what I argued about in 57. (order sensitive---cannot happen until after 57.)
59. Write the next part of Haemon's Belmar.
60. Write the next part of the Epic of Storyiness.
61. Read the Bible.
62. Read another religious doctrine.
63. Read about Greek mythology.

There are more, but this is all this post can handle, I think.

On second thought..

Actually, I've got more time than I thought before I need to get to work. I'd also like to note that I'll very soon be remaking this blog's appearance, hopefully for the better. While I very much like the current appearance, it's growing old... time from something new, better.

Also, to note: My to-do list has significantly altered: It grows larger, while my 'Done' list doesn't really change much. This, as you can guess, is very frustrating, and leads me to conclude that there is some error in my conduct towards these goals.

All of this needs quite a bit of explaining, as alot has happened since my Christmas time post. Actually, I shouldn't say 'since,' as nothing really has happened 'since'; rather, these past several months have all been a reaction to what exactly did happen last Christmas.

As you know, I was going to school in Greensburg, which was wrought with irriating issues. I'm not sure I really mentioned much about my move within that tiny town from my old place to the new one, and all the ensuing adventures. Curiously, adventures retold in hindsight are immensely more interesting than when they're happening firsthand.

Now, I'm being vague, I've got to reread over what I last detailed, so I can take it from there, and begin filling you in on all that happened.

Anyway, I intend to squeeze at least a little bit of writing in before I actually do need to go to work (beyond, of course, the writing I'm doing here).

TO DO: (as of the end of today)

1. Regicide Revisions.
2. Go to work.
3. Work.
4. Make it home from work.
5. Enjoy a drink.
6. Update Blog.
7. Continue Regicide Revisions.
8. Continue sending agents Regicide queries.
9. Collapse from exhaustion and sleep.
10. Wake up.
12. Repeat from step 1.

1 + a million zeros.

Yes, indeed, it is high time I wrote. 'Blogged,' I think is the term to use in this case. Whatever it's called, I've been MIA for considerable time, with a hefty to-do list.

I do have a good excuse, however... no access to the internet for a sustained period of time. That problem is fixed now, however (details of how this happened coming soon!)

Anyway, this post is just a preview of the mountainous entries that will soon follow, with updates on nearly everything that I haven't been writing about, plus.... maybe.... just maybe... the latest addition to Haemon's Belmar.

Of note, Heamon's Belmar is not good. Ha. That is, it's not edited, and is in no way really meant to represent my writing. My real writings I keep very private and secret until they are ready for publication. Haemon's Belmar, then, is a bit of an experiment, and also a bit of an indirect biography--- I'm basically telling my life in a rather disjointed, throwaway format of a multipart story, with no more than preliminary editing. The idea is to keep it vague enough to seem incomplete (Haemon's Belmar is like half of the story; the other half, then, won't be added until all of H.B. is posted.) Once the rough draft is done, I'll reedit it, and perhaps repost it.

Anyway, In addition to Haemon's Belmar, I intend to post The Epic of Storiness, as this type of website is it's intended medium... I understand that reading is entirely less popular a thing to do than, say, television, but I think I can safely assume that if you're surfing through these blogs that contain mostly writing, you're the sort of person who likes to read.

Anyway, as I said, this is only a preview, and more is to come soon.

For now, I've got to get to work. ADIOS.