Weekend Blab

A devastating black hole is headed in Earth’s direction. The Pope declares himself immortal. Thieves try to sell stolen goods back to the original owner. Here’s a neato picture.

Downloading copyrighted or otherwise restricted music that you don’t own is illegal. I like to download music from my favorite artists (and unknowns) so I know what CD to buy that I’ll like the most songs on. I’ve bought more CDs this year than I have in the past five years, I bet.

I want to raise a question to my audience: is downloading copyrighted porn illegal? Is downloading copyrighted porn immoral? Porn in itself is immoral. Having sex outside of love is wrong. So if I copy or download a porn that I should have paid for, is that so wrong?

I recently bought Warcraft 3, and I’m going to play it. A lot. It’s going to take up all my time, and there’s not a thing you can do about it.

Sunday, November 17, 2002 – 11:10 pm — Hi. I slept all weekend. Now I’m wide awake. Nothing new to say here, sorry. So I’ll just blab. Blab blab.

I’ve been playing Final Fantasy Legend on Game Boy. I’ve almost beat it. It will be the third time I’ve beaten this game—twice on the real Game Boy years and years ago. Now I’m playing it on my Dreamcast using an emulator. Playing these games on my big screen TV is really cool.

I don’t want to give away any secrets. A secret isn’t a secret when you tell someone. I have secrets. I have things I wish were secrets. I have secrets I wish I didn’t have, and I have things that are secrets just for the purpose of me saying I have a secret. I don’t trust anyone to know my secrets.

It can take me hours just to type up one paragraph here. It’s already been 15 minutes for this one. I’m not inspired right now. Too many projects loom in my mind. I’m one to start many things, but never finish one of them. This website isn’t even finished. It’s been over a year since I’ve had it. Of course, a work like this can’t ever really be finished.

At some point, all the creative work in the world will have come to an end. At some point, everything that could be created will have been created—every song, every story, every piece of art. What will humans do in a few million years when the sun explodes? The Earth will be no more. Consider that. Our children will have to have a new place already established and thriving to continue life. You think there will be people who stay behind because they don’t want to leave their home, like the folks who don’t leave during a hurricane?

We’re always searching for radio signals from aliens to see if we can detect any. I am a member of the SETI project—Search for Extraterrestrials. I think we should stop looking for their signals and start sending our signals on our own, for the purpose of making contact. As far as I know, I don’t think there are any massive attempts at such.

I just sent a picture of our last big snowstorm to a friend in the Philippines. She’s never seen snow in real life. She can’t quite grasp the concept of being stuck in the house for days and not being able to go out. Ah well. Maybe it’ll snow soon.

I remember our last big snow happened on a Thursday, I think. Saturday I had a gig. Luckily I got ahold of my stepmom’s Blazer. Luckily my dad came and plowed out my driveway. The gig was a go and it was actually a good turnout.

Ah well. No plans right now for the next gig. I’ll let you know when.