Thoughts - Theory of Relatives, Variable Constants and Venting Sales
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I find it hilarious that one of the most coveted theoretical mathematician of our time was a subversive marital recreant. Though with honestly I personally find his mannerisms irrelevant to the utility of his application, it is the obvious characterizations that most will have within the moralitized (new word) guidelines for affluent intelligence that jest my perspective.

And speaking of theoretical is a recent quotation from an article written on

“Recent research has found evidence that the value of certain fundamental parameters, such as the speed of light or the invisible glue that holds nuclei together, may have been different in the past. "There is absolutely no reason these constants should be constant," says astronomer Michael Murphy of the University of Cambridge. "These are famous numbers in physics, but we have no real reason for why they are what they are."

For frequent readers and conversives (new word) with myself and of my scrutiny of particular scientific anomalies, I bow in gesture to your assured applause for authority.

Films inspire passionate internal deliberations due to their abstractions from normality afflicting curiosity and aspirations.

And on an obviously entirely different topic of dialogue, I must endow Bryan Singer with the unsullied nobility for accurate comic book to film translation. I entered the theatre with discretion against Singer for his abandonment though quickly I was reminded of his honed gift for respecting the genre of comic book illustration which I believe is the key element of translation for such an interpretation. Singer is a distinguished craftsman...the bastard.

At my place of employment I deal with customers requiring the knowledge to accomplish projects. I am essentially what I have always claimed to be in life, a consultant. Lately however, I have become conflicted over the procedures to identify who is acceptable for assistance. My current statistical reference for the aid of marijuana growers has burdened my integrity. On average daily, I provide assistance to three to five marijuana growers -- who believe they are covertly shopping while carrying and questioning for all the of particular essentials utilized for the manufacturing of an illegal substance. As you have read in the previous Thoughts installment, this particular area is consumed with the exploitation of narcotics which severely afflicts a futility upon this segment of population and I have found myself implored to amuse myself in their folly. From this moment forward, consider myself inaccurate by choice when confronted with the necessity to assist pot heads. Misdirection leading to momentary failure eases my sanity...right before I burn this mother fucking place down.

Once again I must segregate myself from a census of society...

Ying and yang. Good and evil. I have always imposed that fundamentals for material function as methodology for the interpretation of good and evil is the only merit to success in human evolution. We find ourselves engulfed in a society that desires only good and derides evil as conjectured by religious ambiguity when in fact the only pure integration into a specieal (new word) functionality is harvesting knowledge and amalgamation mutually. Ying and yang, as cited, represent the duality of two segmentations unifying to create a whole. Obliviousness and disparity towards one dissection of this accord creates an instability in the principles of defined perspective.

I endorse any and all major corporate mergers...for in the least the excessive shelving in super-sized retail stores will be reduced as indistinguishable god damn products under two distinctive brands are curtailed. How many manufacturers of a package of identical rubber bands can one world require?

Thought - Just One
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Anger is purity.
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. 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 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 and it's contributors, here is that very segment while I go enjoy a smooth concoction of CH3CH2OH.