Thoughts - Starbucks Shelter, New Species Discovered and Puddle Hopping
20:47.58 129-06 OTC
A slight errant behavior might be discerned as one stands in line at the homeless shelter with a vanilla mocha cappuccino if one did not perceive the majority of the population of Humboldt County as frauds in disposition.

As a recent casualty of a sexual harassment accusation, I am coming to grasps with a specific genus of human male that requires a prescribed amount of extinction...frosted wheat flavour. Allow me to first acquaint you with the scenario encountered.

Working alongside a female employee, an incident occurred that situated her to be nearly compressed under a heaving assemblage of paint can boxes the while in union we transported these materials to another department of the establishment. Following this event to which was resolved with no harm done, I noted in jest that she might have “number two’d” her pants. Fast forward to the following day and allow us to pass through the sexual harassment meeting with the employer, I was left unaware of the circumstances for which I was accused until the female employee approached me and informed me of the grounds for my meeting. However, she was not to blame for this for the reason that she found my jest in proper context as the speculations commenced as to who was the culprit that was so greatly offended by the insinuation that the female employee had dropped mud in the kindest gesture of grammar possible. I’m almost certain that “Did you poop your pants?” would carry a greater degree of public apprehension over the numeric association...that is until I arrived at a particular genre of moral fiber.

Another two days pass and the masked crusader was unveiled and it delved no surprise. A male employee named Nate -- with his surfer bulky forehead frame and typical insolent mouthful of teeth -- the emblematic Catholic casualty. I am all too familiar with this compost heap of disposition carved from such a stereotypical carcass. Ross Pickering and his family who were close acquaintances of mine in my youth, initiated this archetypal acuity for “surfer teeth males” to which now I poise to you for recognition within society as abhorrent and loathsome despots. This genus of male known as Surferteethious sapien are advocates of an abject civilization and must be quarantined upon inquiry and subsequently exterminated without delay for fear of immaculate assimilation.

Returning to the tangential decay of society found exclusively in Humboldt County, I was recently accosted by a transient who uttered little in the way of coherent English, took stock in the fact that the most vile and repugnant disoriented transient still gets itchy and that no one will every concession my appraisal of this caption of land as a blemish as I witnessed a woman dressed in merely a shirt, step from a recreational vehicle and proceed to the middle of a shopping center parking lot.

Counting the days.

Several updates are imminent...stay tuned.

Thoughts - Human Experimentation, Departures and Nine Buck Picks
21:58.14 123-06 OTC
As an amateur scientist and engineer, I am all too familiar with the application of one’s self to an experimentation and in culmination, standing back and ultimately conceding in despondency to it’s failure. The equivalent can be professed to human relationships. Wielded acquisitive integration and psychological assimilation -- only to glimpse at it laying lifelessly upon a stage, certain of it’s demise.

I recently bid parting to such an endeavor I had alleged as fearful that short comings will inflict a discouraging potential. In a transitory edict...wisdom can often be obtained even while under duress...and exonerated upon reward.

Adieu mon ami.

Therefore dispensing with the monotonous melodramada (new word) -- we persist to find ourselves upon this gyratory sphere...and one must ask one’s self...why are there so many black people in Africa? Surely a puzzling quandary...surely.

I am afraid for this day I have far too few responses within this manuscript of thoughts and will abandon it’s sincerity for a bit of observation towards luxuries of interest. For example...Tv’s Worth The Nine Bucks Picks...

There are three films set for release this year which I would like to observe as worthy of relinquishing -- even disposing of -- several hours of employment for an instantaneous moment of distraction. I have no curiosity to erecting a cache of cunningly devised words to fabricate relevance prior to viewing the film trailers for in parting...enjoy.

Link: The Night Listener - Release D216 Y66
Link: Déjà vu - Release D326 Y66
Link: Children of Men - Release D272 Y66

Thoughts - Televised Television, Pants Day and Wheel of Religion
16:43.46 121-06 OTC
Apparently watching films on a television does not meet the criteria for someone to signify they are watching television or so I was to understand by a recent conjecture by another less qualified human individual.

The San Diego International Comic Convention convenes tomorrow and will continue for the next five consecutive days and if by chance you are visiting this event, please meander your way to the Ancient Squid booth on the exhibitor’s floor and peruse their wares and quite possibly you could be rewarded in some mannerism should you note that you are a faithful reader of Brainwashed. For a limited time only and especially while supplies last -- of course.

Have you ever arbitrated a day based on the degree of difficulty for putting on your underwear and/or pants? This may in fact be a coherent perspective of your biological functional capacity based on the previous day’s occupations and the evening’s sleeping reparations for the following appendage of awoken hours which commonly is self-deceived as a good luck or bad luck mysticism.

Whispering...often courteous.
Whispering while under the impression you have too...someone who doesn’t get it.

I had to explain this to someone the other day so here it is for everyone still dysfunctioning from imperial measurements...a "klick" is an abbreviated term for kilometre which is nearly equivalent to .62 statute miles. Inverted, 1 statute mile is nearly equivalent to 1.61 kilometres. And for those struggling to read the weather reports from the link posted on my Index Page to the Yahoo! Weather -- simply multiply by 2 and then add 30 for your Fahrenheit measure.

Is it somewhat an indicator to my aging when I find the woman from the Meatloaf music video "I Would Do Anything For Love..." still stunningly gorgeous -- perhaps in similar repose as middle aged males finding Bo Derek as an enduringly prominent sexual symbol.

And finally...with this many platforms of constituents openly invalidating the other...religion is a far cry from authentic. Staking claim in valuable human property for the virtues of incorporation...the shepard and his flock...the magnate and his staff. War is mere commerce architecture and religion is the mightiest of conglomerates...

Christianity: 2.1 billion
Islam: 1.3 billion
Secular/Nonreligious/Agnostic/Atheist: 1.1 billion
Hinduism: 900 million
Chinese Traditional Religion: 394 million
Buddhism: 376 million
Primal-Indigenous: 300 million
African Traditional and Diasporic: 100 million
Sikhism: 23 million
Juche: 19 million
Spiritism: 15 million
Judaism: 14 million
Baha'i: 7 million
Jainism: 4.2 million
Shinto: 4 million
Cao Dai: 4 million
Zoroastrianism: 2.6 million
Tenrikyo: 2 million
Neo-Paganism: 1 million
Unitarian-Universalism: 800,000
Rastafarianism: 600,000
Scientology: 500,000

Updates - Progeny, Fooled and BPW
19:33.8 115-06 OTC
Yesterday I terminated Callista Cassady's participation in the comic book mini-series Progeny and subsequently Progeny has been returned to the Delayed category.

A volume of seventeen scripts for the Fooled series has been completed and arranged for distribution to several contributors and producers, that including Kyle J. Maki of Matchcut:Films, in order to develop and complete production on this series of shorts by years’ end.

Interaction with BPW has begun accelerating in recent days to include various acquisitions. Every 14 days, we will air a 30 minute televised program entitled BPW Static which will feature matches and more from BPW Live Events. I will be in the position of direction and writing for the series which is estimated to begin airing in approximately 60 days. I will also participate in the design and authoring of the website for the independent wrestling organization which will correlate directly with the televised program. One other poise of labor will be in marketing for the various outlets available from BPW. This will likely include promotional activities and adverts with intentions to expand into other mediums. Expect to hear a great deal more about BPW in the coming days as I readdress awareness to this lucrative endeavor.

Thoughts - Theory of Relatives, Variable Constants and Venting Sales
17:21.10 114-06 OTC
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?