Thoughts - Explore(ode) Arcata, Nixed Media and Today's Dates?
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I have now resided in the city of Arcata, California in Humboldt County for nearly 365 days and I believe that I have earned and acquired a reliable degree of insight into the culture and community that inhabits this environment beyond the “redwood curtain” and my supposition establishes with certainty that in all of the places that I have lived...from arrogantly staunch religious zealots (Santa Clarita, California) to back road racist methadone clinics (Acton, California) to criminally subjugated bathroom stalls (Los Angeles, California) to destituted congenital cadaverous pool cleaners (St. John, United States Virgin Islands) –- Arcata is by far the most revolting, depraved, nauseating and rationally desolate expanse of colonized earth. The culture here derives a sense of foolish indignation towards humanity’s occupation and utility in life the while imposing their own unsophisticated means at deploring civilization while sustaining a divide from humankind. Filth, stench, drugs, disease, coddled poverty, obliged disregard, psychosomatic volatility and deceit all encompasses a city of no more than 16,000 which overwhelms. Red necks, white trash, hippies, transients are all stereotyped labels that candidly designate the entire population of this city leaving behind no measure of scholarly deliberation about mannerisms. Worthless civic value is demonstrated by the numerous unoccupied enterprises the while overwhelmingly supported by third party capital. Family, friends, divorcees all contribute to individuals who marry and impregnate too young to aptly administrate bearing. Consistent habituated drug use perceived as a practical methodology to subsistence allures dysfunctional associations and subsequently falters morality leaving Arcata, California as one of the highest categorized locations for attempted and accomplished suicides. Arcata, California and Humboldt County are without a doubt to be perceived as the metaphoric phrase -- criminals running the asylum. Flaming rolls of toilet paper would only be poetic dressings upon this scene yet I assure you, would be perceived as novelty here.

While articulating under the auspices of losing my mind and finding emotional balance from psychopathically murdering everyone within a visual radius, I have decided to appropriate a list of dysfunctions within humanity that vie no cogent means of purpose and subsequently revoke urbane contribution.

I shall call this register...people who are going to die. Why, surely you jest Tv. Nay my internalized colleague. Someone who defies and negatively abstracts recognized deficiencies is a burden to civilization and vexes means to evolve. For example...

1. Smokers

Anyone and everyone who entitles themselves to inhale and exhale a component ascertained to be volatile to the human body as well as the environment are devices of confliction for the evolution of humankind. This is a mere broad conjecture specifying smokers however there is a particular degree elevated from this nature as the psychological prescription to perform this act while acknowledging the desecration of their surroundings establishes merit.

So...as certain as I am more than likely to spontaneously snap and engorge on the murderous rampage that we all know I am capable of...smokers are certainly targets for immediate termination. You’ve been warned.

2. Religion

Moving on...

The title of “mixed media” has begun appearing more frequently in galleries and I could not help but notice that a general portion of mixed medias curtails the actuality that one took a digital photograph and applied an Adobe Photoshop filter to alter the composition of the image, including that of applying filters that falsify the sense of a painter’s application. Have we broadened and enforced the understanding of the invalidity of the majority of “artists” that they have begun to once again and always more creatively develop a medium of artificial denominations?

Since creating Orbital Time as a perceptible standard, I have often observed additional justifications for the obliteration of religiously inclined calendar systems. Here is yet another fine example of how the meanderings of religious perceptions continue to instigate of the segregation of humanity...

2006 Gregorian Calendar
2759 Ab Urbe Condita
1455 Armenian Calendar
4702 Chinese Calendar
5766 Hebrew Calendar
2061 Vikram Samvat Hindi Calendar
1928 Shaka Samvat Hindi Calendar
5107 Kali Yuga Hindi Calendar
1384 Iranian Calendar
1427 Islamic Calendar
0018 Japanese Calendar Heisei
2256 Runic Calendar

Today is Day 188 (D188) - Year 4,567,724,066 (Y66)

Thoughts - Best In Show, Good Morning and Independence Day
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To be pissy one must be provoked into pissi-ness. This isn’t psyche class here, this is a damn singled cell regularity and like a bowel movement shooting out a quart of leaded which was once equivalent to thirty nine ninety nine at that nice eatery where they wipe the crumbs off your table, it ain’t anything but coming in and going out at all costs.

Okay, not much of that had much to do with much of anything...much...but purely a rant celebrating my anguish with humanity’s misperceptions. I’ve sat here now for quite a few days persistently deliberating my deliberancy (new word) the while conjecturing some degree of disappointment for the scheme so far and here comes Joe Moistpile to shoot a thin stream of urine into my eye -- which is already beginning to fail me -- thinking he was aiming for the toilet.

And it made me realize this...there are two perpetual competitive races in humanity thanks to the nervous system’s release of compounds that stimulate receptors in the brain. One contest to be the verbalized best and one pursuit to be the articulated best at the worst. And it is all within your means that you have created for your environment which instantaneously can be deciphered by listening to this degree of rivalry. I sought to explicate more into this but I’m pissy right now.

People who don’t get it...

Covering your mouth with your hand when you cough...courteous.

Moments later employing that very same hand to open a door...someone who doesn’t get it.

There is not one person reading this who hasn’t utilized or received a "good morning", "good afternoon" or a "good night" quip and this is a pure example of the self ineligibility of society. Often, early in the morning as you shed your eye gunk from the corners of your eyes, you cross paths with someone of simple or lesser acquaintance. "Good morning", they mutter. "Good morning", you grumble. First, being that this morning is only merely initiated, you have imposed the use of a word for reference of a positive nature. Why did you do that? Is the morning good? Has your few moment of waking hours exceeded normalized function? Not likely. You have immediately disqualified the operative of "good".

Secondly, if I can get this fucking Verdana 10pt to work, without creating the exemplification of the word “good”, you have demeaned it’s function thus debilitating the word in it’s entirety and by doing so, you have managed to subsequently disqualify the occupation of the word throughout culture as a whole. We all now perceive a verbalized gesture of "good morning" as tendency rather than by particulation (new word).

There is a third. Pause for a moment from interpreting this discourse and utter to yourself "good morning" a few times. You will notice no grammatical aim with intention of issuing the offering of a good morning. Most will presume that the issuance of this gesture purposes the optimistic inclination for the other person to have a good morning. As you discovered from saying this salutation a few times, there is no grammatical composition suggestive of wishing another a good morning. With that, in constitution of this third configuration, it is simply poor misconstrued syntax.

So take your "good morning" gesticulation and pound it hard and deep...because in fourth, I don’t need a declaration of intent to converse. It’s inefficient, discourteous and distracting...get to the fucking point.

Six days and having to rest on the seventh...God is one lazy mediocrely-omnipotent douche bag.

I have placed a new proposition for another bumper sticker design below...and being that it is fairly self explanatory, feel free to comment on typeface, composition, alignment and general design in order to improve upon it before publication.




Note the time and date for which I am posting this brief to you. It is "Independence Day" at the moment the night sheaths the sky and people impose their "patriotism" by drunkenly exploding devices concocted by the Chinese. At least one person is standing by his convictions and principles in defiance of a holiday for a country of an "independent" culture of citizens and structure of government that I abhor.

And in contrast, I must admit...I find myself more at peace amongst the echoes of several explosions shattering the darkness and instilling that sense of applicable fright. Focus as a derivative.

Updates - Sphere, Progeny, Orbital Time, Labor and Thoughts
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A real time Sphere countdown assets clock has been added to the Calendar section of the Index Page. Special thanks to phpnovice at webdeveloper.com for the javascripting assistance.

Though I am now fairly diverted from negligible projects, Callista Cassady has agreed to stay on with the Progeny comic book and I will attempt to micromanage the first issue into publication by year's end. Subsequently the Progeny website will undergo a transformation within the next 20 days and the display piece and flyers for the San Diego International Comic Convention will be accessible at the Ancient Squid booth on the main exhibitors floor.

I have repaired and uploaded the Live Orbital Time javascript clock which displayed incorrectly in Firefox and Netscape. The pending revision to the entirety of Orbital Time is still on the development list and due for assessment shortly.

To: Daniel Levitch (Ancient Squid)
Subject: Scheme To Augment Exhibitor Booth Traffic
Body: Have a collaborator "accidentally" spill a large soda on the opposing side of the isle way from your booth in order to increase seized pedestrian traffic. Piso majado to your advantage...actually...maintenant en Français...humide de plancher.

I am considering the advent of a mirror that is easily placed in the base of your toilet so that one could more easily oversee and acknowledgeably maintain physiological alimentary function. Surely those fecal timid inattentives will find repugnance in this concept yet those who are endeared to be conscious of ordinary biological functions may in fact devolve this apparatus into an amusement. You can put a lot of miles on an asshole and I am interested in ensuring it's sacrament through visual acuity for the lifetime of it operation.

Here is a novel philosophy demonstrated here in the "yhippie" liberal Acton, California. As the celebration of the independence of the United States of America approaches, numerous fireworks stands have sprung up in parking lots ubiquitously throughout this county as eager residents begin nourishing the pyrotechnics industry. Firstly, age of consent for the purchase of fireworks in this county is 16 years which in sorts as well leads into the main emphasis that the principles expressed in this perforation of a city is to detonate numerous explosive devices while attempting to articulate a hostility free culture. Congratulations once again for your venerable incongruity.

In the rubbish strewn ditches unseen by wealthy eyes stands the front line trenches of an underground war between the transients. Coalitions are mended and broken as desperation pleads madness. Scraps of food and debris become gestures of hostilities the while life continues unabated. –- This is a diminutive treatment I have begun outlining for a short film. More on this as it develops.

I have recently managed to acquire employment number 83 as well as number 84 to which I will dually utilize for a moderate length of time in order to radically intensify the reduction of the Sphere assets total. The Employment History page will be updated soon.

This site is more often a resource specifically designated for my own wherewithal and on occasion, something on it's own merits by a reputable outlet deserves recognition. The Colbert Report and it's recitalist, Stephen Colbert, are considerable standouts in comedy programming and favored ominously by myself. Recently, Stephen Colbert delivered an annotation about Stephen Hawking and Daniel Henninger that after several viewings...still disengages my bowels to deliver a small helping of mud. Thanks to YouTube.com and it's contributors, here is that very segment while I go enjoy a smooth concoction of CH3CH2OH.



Update - Sphere Countdown
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In an age where time is more accurately gauged by capital...the commissioning of Sphere is as well only liberated by this measure. Assessing the required resolution for preceding acquisitions and the obligatory outlay of resources for the endeavor schemed, an anticipated volume is petitioned and a counter can now be obliged...

Sphere Countdown
$19,700.00

Update - Sphere and Thoughts
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A recent electronic mail was sent to a friend of mine from a source in Africa who is currently working on a humanitarian and wildlife preservation program. These are various extractions of dialogue from this communication...

“...our project is going to hell, but I'll tell you about it after I fix it. You will be either excited or jealous to know that I am in Rwanda right now. You may also be jealous to know that I have malaria. It's finally happened. I had a 101 fever, a headache like a steam truck rolled over my head, sweats all day and night, couldn't stay awake longer than an hour, but then couldn't sleep for longer than two. I've had it for 10 days now. It took 8 days before I could finally get medication. Although I can't complain because a native would have never gotten the medication. With the medication, it's already almost cleared up. I have to tell you, even though I felt like death was taking over my body this last week, I've never felt so good. It's so real. That feeling of something genuine is unexplainable. I feel in the middle and completely involved in the world. I have malaria and I'm in Africa. I wouldn't change it for anything. You have to get here. We are about 60 km outside of Kigali. We traveled there yesterday. Signs of the genocide are still everywhere. I can't even try to put it in words. We met with survivors in an effort for refugee day. They had a platform to talk to press about the situation then and the ongoing now. I won't need to tell you that no one from the US was there. The survivors were incredible. Some have no arms, some no legs, some no family left, some machete scars across their faces. Still they are surviving. They are so much stronger than we are. We camped at the UN site last night. In the night, a group of displaced came to the camp. They were young kids orphaned from the genocide. They hadn't eaten in days and had no where to go. We fed them, but the doctors said the youngest boy, Kokumuo 7 years old, would probably not live much longer. His name means "this one will not die" after his mother had her first three daughters murdered. She died in the genocide. He is diseased and there isn't enough medication...”

I have existed as an individual entity for 28 years and 112 days, and in that time I have exerted a great deal of cerebral labors over novelties despite having tutored myself in the art of the evolution of civilization. Throughout my life I have had a fundamental aptitude to contribute and employ the perspective of functionality I have come to discern as progression from our decayed stagnation. And here, upon these very electronically tendered pages I issue advertisements about comic books, tablatures and frivolous inventions the while my very corporeal existence withers away...becoming less dexterous to the abstract complexities seething within humankind.

A stand must now be made as principle to my own validity. There is nothing more central to me now than to achieve the potentials solicited by Sphere.

Current projects will cease and new endeavors will become implausible the while this foremost venture will engross my pursuits. Though assured of the moderation of time to acquiesce the necessities to conquer this journey...my characteristic to exploit disturbances as means to morale will almost be certain however now in a more proscribed faculty. This internet site will not be deserted and my joviality will not be disregarded.

Meanwhile...life is never static...

I hold Bryan Singer solely responsible for the soaking wet douche that was the conclusion of the trilogy of the X-men series. Surely I should mention the entire cast, crew, above and below the line but merely taking pledge to the individual who refrained from completing a well crafted series he initiated appeases my senses. For all good reasons, I would not hesitate to pretend that this film was never created and Bryan Singer was disposed to immediately begin production of the film following his wrapping up of the Superman film. Yet...I cannot purge that venomous anguished moment that seizes my core. What happened and why? This travesty of nature bewilders my wits. The horror...the horror.

Is it not obvious to most that Jared Wess is a mere Wes Anderson thieved?

How can a mere three young ladies exert such a deafening squealing chortle? Is there a lack of capacity to perceive depth of consciousness when communed with analogous biology’s? Males are guilty of this dysfunction as well. Louder and more rambunctious when riveted by paralleled physiologies.

When courtesy infringes upon expectations, it is a defiance of utility and subsequently a disservice.

No longer a penny. No further use for a nickel. I assert solitary utilization of the ten cent, twenty cent and fifty cent divisibles and pieces.

I must confess to being a sufferer of motion sickness. When I see a blubbered five tall by five wide lump of douche come hobbling down the sidewalk, I feel like belching up two plates of kung pao and a side of rice.

Neglect is a component of a viable companionship. Regardless of merit...it forever remains two individuals seeking out a privatized substantiation.

For those 570 some viewers who crossed my particular path on an alternative internet site...I have closed my Myspace account as means to contribute to the application of my intentions implied above. You are welcome to persist to scrutinize my discourse articulated on this faux manuscript however expect a far more contemptuous Tv from this moment onward as human distinctions becomes mere afflictions upon tomorrow.

And I shall leave this discussion with the minority of words displayed on that very internet site...

An author of humanity.
The evolution of creation.
A remorseless laxative of the imperceptive.
And victim of the dexterity of complexity.

Fearless eloquence.