See, me and dan mcrae, we've talked about what is the best moment of excitement during 2+2=5. I believe(d) that it was the first burst. Dan believing that it was the second little transition which was better. I'm still liking the first part, as far as the studio release goes. But as far as holy shit goes, holy shit. It's the 2+2=5 live recording that you should pay attention to. Check out the jonny greenwood. That man is wild. Dan was on to something. Jonny is going mad.
That's pretty much all i've got. But i'll talk again later, just wondering if anyone is into this.
You're Prince Edward Island. You're a happy person,
love life, and seldom complain. You're able to
see the best in any situation.You do live a g-
rated life and tend towards things mainstream.
People like you, unless they're depressed.
What Canadian Province Are You?
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yourself?
So yeah, last night i had an unreal time. Started the evening off playing a game called Defend Your Castle. I've never heard or seen so many stick figures fall to their death. And when i found out you could train your own people, to be archers and the sort. Then i was just impressed. But i finally was able to pull myself away to go clean my room before playing hack with jenna and dan.
I dont believe i've had as much fun cleaning before. Resposibility to that one goes to radiohead. Nifty.
So me jenna and dan go to spring park first, y'know cause it seemed like a nice place. Then we go to the parkade for some hack. Good times. I recall going crazy telling stories during the walk. Although most of the time i'd forget what the point of my story was, i'd only remember the past few minutes of what i was talking about, and that would normally lead me on some other tangent. But it worked.
At around 9:30 me and jenna and dan hit the bricks. That's my brand new expression for walking. So me and jenna are hitting the bricks down to morons. While dan goes off to find other people with other things to say.
So many people were at myrons. Me and jenna started with the beer. That went well. Thank goodness for cheaper then normal pitchers. Janelle bought me a shot, which was pretty wicked awesome. The lemon tasted fantastic. I think the shot pulled me towards the drunk feeling, as opposed to the high feeling. It was a nice transition.
I figured i'd have alot of wonderful stories to tell, but i think it was just a great time cause i was out with great people. Welcome back court.
in a drunken punch up at a wedding. Yeah...
Best Imitation of Myself
I feel like a quote out of context
with holding the rest
so I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
got the timing down
it's uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me
do you think I should take a class
to lose my southern accent
did i make me up
or make the face till it stuck
I do the best imitation of myself
the problem with you speech
you gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
and I swore I was listenin'
but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age
now if its all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one-handed
do some magic tricks and
the best imitation of myself
maybe i'm thinking myself in a hole,
wondering
who I am when I ought to know
straighten up
now time to go
fool somebody else
fool somebody else
last night I was east with them
and west within
tryin' to be for you what you want to see
but I can't help it if you
the good and bad comes through
don't want you hanging out with no one but me
our love is all the same
it come from the same place
if my minds somewhere else
you won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
yeah its uncanny to see
you'd really think it was me
I do the best imitation of myself
I do the best imitation of myself
Ben Folds.
Well, i really like that song. Wondering who i am when i aught to know. i really like that line. really.
Okay, i'm thinking i can't just have that be my entire post. What else, what else.
Apparently nothing.
I'm beginning to wonder if this is something that i shouldn't be writing about, because neither of those people are me. Y'know, in a why is he talking about me/us sort of fashion. If its not appreciated, then this could be removed with an email or comment, faster then you can say well it shouldn't have been there in the first place.
And now i'm reaching the second guessing section, where i think that last paragraph was unnecessary, because i have yet, and will likely continue, to say nothing of any importance.
heh, so yeah, about that low self esteem stuff. It wont start there, but it'll end up there, trust me.
In grade 1, there was this girl in my class named sabrina, she was a cute little blond number. And at a point when i summed up all the courage i could possibly muster, i took a pencil, which may or may not have been dull, and note in hand, i walked to the pencil sharpener. I passed her desk by, and nervously started sharpening my pencil. I figured i'd been there long enough for things to look appropriate, and on the way back to my desk i dropped the note in front of her. Of course i didn't look back, i mean, i really couldn't. It should be recognised that at the age of 6, i wasn't much of a shakespeare. The note, in it's entirety...
I like you.
from: simon
Yes, i did use a colon. For the next few minutes, my mind was swimming. I obviously had no idea what i was doing. i mean seriously, i was just a small boy, who felt funny when looking at a small girl, and i figured i was supposed to do something about it. I wasn't really super proud of doing what i did. Mainly because even though i felt butterflies and the sort, i had no reason to fear rejection, i was just acting without a thought of what could go wrong. That is a long long time ago. By the way, i saw her looking at the note with a friend during recess, and they were both laughing, and looking at me. That definately set me back a notch.
I wasn't planning on making this a post about past relationships, I just wanted to talk about stuff that i like talking about, and this is one of the stories. Actually, i think i definately lost sight of what i wanted to talk about. Which sucks. Sometimes i'm all eager to write something, then i lose it. And i wish i had it back, cause i like inspiration. As i'm sure everyone does.
So what the fuck eh? now i've gotten my guitar on my lap, because i couldn't figure out what to write, and i needed something to do. I still would rather write, but i dont know where to go.
Grade 5.
So one day, some girls are asking me who i like, after much wishing for them to leave me alone, i say andrea gallant. The reply i get was that she liked me too, so now we were dating. Neat! I talked with her maybe a few times that year. Maybe.
Over grade 6, our "relationship" blossomed. We went out on a whopping 4 dates. And i managed to speak to her in each and everyone, saying such sweet nothings as "would you like some skittles?" and "are you sure? i've got alot." Smoooooooooooth. But as a side note, i was more then content with the way things were. I realized i was too shy to talk to her, but i figured everyone was shy. i was fine with everything. In grade 6 i seriously felt on top of the world. Grade 7 crushed me though, a kid with a rat tail, who didn't know what the word 'green' meant. Amanda Corney, and the recently re-met Candace Huber were all over me about that whole being green thing. Candace actually wrote me a series of notes under a false name pretending to be attracted to me. Y'know, whatever.
Shoot, this wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want to talk about anything that would have anyone pity me. i've got serious qualms with pity. Cause it can be easily confused with respectful caring.
Okay, so now my plan is to say something uplifting or cool, so that things are slightly different.
The postal service are really cool, people should listen to them. Doves too. I got a basketball for my birthday, and i'm going to try and get good at basketball so that i can try out for the team when i'm at my next university. I think that'd be really cool. I dont plan on making the team. My big plan is to make a cut. If i can make a cut, that'll be unreal. I'll seriously have alot of pride in that. So the bar is set. I've been trying to take a few shots every now and then, to keep improving. And i feel i am. I think that i only have to be as good as people are who are coming out of highschool ball, cause they'll also be at tryouts, and if i'm as good as them, then that'll be cool.
I hung out with basketball guys at OUC, and they were some of my best friends. And i think it'd be cool to meet alot of people at u of o through some ball.
that'll do pig, that'll do
(Little Man being Erased)
It's delightful.
I've been thinking about the thing that other people have been posting on their blogs, the whole morals, good people do things for others talk.
First off, i have somewhat of a point that i figured i'd start with. Note: whenever i feel like i have a unique thought, it's something that kate has already thought about. And this time is like no other.
Okay, nearly everything that everyone does, they do because they want to. And i dont mean 'nearly' in a way that most people would figure. I mean anything that isn't entirely by reflex is done because of a desire to do it. If you put your hand on a stove, and upon burning yourself you recoil and elbow your aunt's budgie off her shoulder and it breaks itself and has to be put down, then it wasn't intentional. But anything you do where you have time to think, is done because of some desire to do it.
One other example that i thought worth mentioning would be when in a car, if you see something approaching, and hit the brakes, some people instinctively put their right hand across to prevent the passenger from going flying. This is also a coy way for a guy to "make his move". Write that down.
But yeah, this didn't require any thought, it just happened, pure instinct. Another fine example is will smith's course of action when him and carlton were being robbed. Will took a bullet for his vertically challenged cousin, and from what i remember from the episode (one of only a handful of Fresh Prince episodes with a sad ending (as if carlton wasn't a closet speed freak his entire life)), it was a split second reaction.
So yeah, asside from these instinct reactions everything is done on account of a desire to do said task. But i dont want to go to work, you say, i still do that. Well on the assumption that someone actually did say that, to them i'd say that they did, in fact go to work because they wanted to. Whether their reasons for wanting to was because of the money, or because they feel the have to, or whatever. They would not go to work if they didn't want to. Same thing with cleaning this or that, or mowing the lawn, or anything else people do that would say they didn't want to.
Now, finally, i may have a point. It'd be good if you all knew that at the onset, i wasn't aware that this point would be the result of what i was just talking about. Since everyone is always doing what they want to do, it's difficult to blame anybody for not being generous (generosity being our recent definition for what makes someone a good person). People that are seen as selfish are seen as such because the things they want to do, and the things that make them feel good, are things done for themselves. People that are seen as generous are generous because they do things for others (great point, cough). But they do things for others because it makes them feel good. This feeling that is hopefully within all of us, make us happy to do things for others.
It's obviously hard to draw the line between doing things for others and for ourselves. If someone said "i bought him a fork because i knew he wanted and needed a fork," it's sometimes hard to convince them that they bought the fork because they wanted to buy the other person a fork. The needs of someone cannot directly influence the actions of another. I really like that sentance by the way. I think i should likely stop at that. I can't really do any better.
The needs of someone cannot directly influence the actions of another.
Now i can make a side note, which pretty much ruins everything i've been working towards. If there's something inside you that makes doing things for others benificial to yourself. Then you could be seen as a better person then someone who doesn't enjoy helping others quite as much. It'd probably have lots to do with how a person is raised.
...
I'm not sure if anything i just said was important, but now i'm going to say something slightly different.
...
Should someone feel bad for being a logger if they could be working towards cancer research?
I'd give that one a no.
If you wake up every morning and you want to do farming work you should not run for mayer.
If you wake up every morning and you want to write about music, you should not go work in a lab.
If you wake up every morning, dreaming of rolled up aces over kings, dont go to law school.
All that any of us can really do, is be true to ourselves. And i hate how that i had to use a cliché, but it worked too well. I think that if you're following your dreams, doing what you feel you want to do. Living out the life of the person you know you are... then you are making the world a better place. I truly believe that.
Turn the tape off.
There's two things that i'd like to write about on this blog, both of which i'll need more time to do then i'm currently alloting myself. My first topic is going to be about Radiohead, i'm interested in the progress that the band has made, and whether or not other people's opinions will match those of myself.
The second, and more important topic was one origionally inspired by Aine or possibly Courtney, i forget who i was talking to about it first. Since we're all capable of helping out those who are less fortunate then ourselves, should we feel bad when we dont? does that make us bad people? I personally dont do anything for people in africa or wherever else poor hungry people live. And i dont feel bad about it. I'm also annoyed when shown pictures in news that show wars or starving people, because i feel like all it does is make me sad for a short period, and i feel they shouldn't have anything to do with me.
So that's everything i guess. I'll talk more later. i'm just on a lunch break. Relivant quote to follow.
"We must always fear the wicked.
But there is another kind of evil that
we must fear the most, and that is
the indifference of good men."
(edit) By the way, i am seriously consitering the possibility that i am not a good person, and although it would suck, i dont think i'm likely to change my ways.
Last night, i celebrated the twentieth anniversary of my birth. Even though the true day was wednesday, june 4th. i'll give details some time. I had alot of fun.
Supper: fish. Later.
(edit) I forgot to put a quote from a song, so i'll do that. On a personal note, i wish this quote was consitered in two particular past situations, but i was naive.
"Untill your deepest secrets are known to me, i will not be moved. I will not be moved."
(edit #2) In hindsight, this quote would've done no good to me in the former of the two past situations. Your deepest secrets were known to me, i was moved, it mattered not. It was like a mouse, learning not to eat the cheese in the trap, but ended up starving himself, cause the cheese in the trap was all he knew.
Something just happened. I had alot more faith that it could work then i should've. fuck.
Okay, crazy idea discovery is as follows. I was going with carley to aine's. And when we pulled into aine's house, i thought of it. I dont know what it was that triggered the idea, but at the time i was rather excited. Today has left me less then excited because i thought about what could be the downfalls of the plan.
Cutting to the chase, the idea is that i print off some T-shirts with my face on them, and give them to random (attractive) people, when i get to ottawa. If people were to wear these shirts, then random people would all of a sudden recognise me, and i thought that was a cool idea. People would say "hey, do i know you?", and they wouldn't. They'd just recognise me from the shirt. This is pretty much everything.
The positives are fairly easy to see, i'd become recognisable in a place where i'd know nobody, and i think it'd be a cool way to become noticed. Or a noticable way to become cool. Or possibly a third thing.
Negatives would include the severe awkwardness of actually offering the shirt to someone, and the likeliness of a rejection, even though i've got two confirmed shirt wearers (thanks ladies). Also, i was thinking if this didn't work, i'd be left with a variety of shirts with my face on them, and the notoriety of being the stupid fool who offered people shirts with his face on them. Is this whole idea dripping with conceitedness?
I was hoping that dave would be the voice of reason last night, and shoot down my idea, but he was nothing but encouraging, the fool. He even came up with a slogan which could appear on the shirt "I'm with simon". It works, on what i believe to be three levels. It's the same as "i'm with stupid", it lends itself to agreeing with the values of the simon, and it referes to the close proximety to me, while i'm being worn on the torso of the user.
I'm intregued by the statement "the values of the simon" both because it means i have separate thoughts, and because i refered to myself as "the simon". Neat!
I think that another big issue, not listed in the negatives, is the cost of the venture. I dont want these to be the worst of shirts. For obvious reasons. I was thinking along the lines of a white shortsleave t-shirt, with a black collar, and black around the ends of the sleaves. I dont know how much this would cost, if i wanted to pick them up in bulk, and by bulk, i likely mean a max of 10 or so.
So yeah, if anyone has any feedback that'd be cool. I dont know if anyone out there reads this, but i think i'd be pretty excited if someone from bc was interested in getting their hands on a shirt. Another idea that i just came up with that could pertain to the cost of the shirts: maybe i could find a way to put the word fun, in fundraiser.
As we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last.
i've got a crazy idea, i'll talk about it sometime when i'm not going to fall asleep.
next two days off work, this'll be good for me. Plus i got paid when it became midnight, $450 in the bank, i'm pleased.
Unicorns are kickass!
But yeah, comments are back, cause i dont really find myself saying anything super important lately, and i wouldn't mind hearing from a few people from far, or close, that i dont talk to very often, even if only to see who reads this.
The Tragically Hip are really cool.
So i went to prom on saturday. For some reason which is beyond me, in kensington the liquer stores close at 8:00 on saturdays. I felt this was a poor business decision. So i went on drinkless to prom, with promises that there'll be lots of liquer floating around, and i'll be able to get my hands on some of it, especially if i had money, which i did.
The dance part of prom was fairly money. Amie was loosing it, she was my date, and although her blood level indicated otherwise, she acted nothing like sober. Her excitement was exhilerating, and i found myself cought up in it from time to time. I requested runDMC and got some of that, it was the last song i heard before hitting road. I had nothing to lose, so i started doing bronco's, i heard a few screams, good ones, not pain ones. And then i did the standard coffee grind/stall, and went on my way. I was talking to melissa when a couple of girls started showing up to say "wow, etc!". One girl said i should do it again, cause she didn't see, and she was a looker, so of course, i was unable to deny, even though dan later stated that i aught to have left them wanting more. I did some halo's the second time round, and that was enjoyable, cause they were new. But then i went back into same old and my stall was ass.
Moving on, we went to some places, got changed into regular clothes, and moved on to prom party, it was good, i had about four drinks, i felt like i was half important, because nobody knew who i was, and many people seemed to wonder.
I felt that brad was hitting on me most of the night, he's an openly gay guy, he's a good guy, but kinda crazy. I didn't care too much, cause he's good friends with amie, and he knows i'm not gay, but he was hammered, and told people he was going to make out with me. He said i have a nice nose and eye brows. Oooh weee.
Last night i was with chris, dan, jenna, and tony, in order of appearance. We smoked in the afternoon and again in the evening, and it was a great day. Me and chris had our git-fiddles, and we jammed alot. Music is golden under the influence. Pure. 24K.
I'm gone, have a good one people.
I had a thought today at work, would anybody be interested in getting high and then going strawberry picking? We could eat a bunch of strawberries, and they'd all taste good.
That's pretty much all i've got. But i'll talk again later, just wondering if anyone is into this.
First posting of a quiz, ever. I wonder if that means it's important.
You're Prince Edward Island. You're a happy person,
love life, and seldom complain. You're able to
see the best in any situation.You do live a g-
rated life and tend towards things mainstream.
People like you, unless they're depressed.
What Canadian Province Are You?
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I twitch and i salivate, like with myxomatosis.
yourself?
So yeah, last night i had an unreal time. Started the evening off playing a game called Defend Your Castle. I've never heard or seen so many stick figures fall to their death. And when i found out you could train your own people, to be archers and the sort. Then i was just impressed. But i finally was able to pull myself away to go clean my room before playing hack with jenna and dan.
I dont believe i've had as much fun cleaning before. Resposibility to that one goes to radiohead. Nifty.
So me jenna and dan go to spring park first, y'know cause it seemed like a nice place. Then we go to the parkade for some hack. Good times. I recall going crazy telling stories during the walk. Although most of the time i'd forget what the point of my story was, i'd only remember the past few minutes of what i was talking about, and that would normally lead me on some other tangent. But it worked.
At around 9:30 me and jenna and dan hit the bricks. That's my brand new expression for walking. So me and jenna are hitting the bricks down to morons. While dan goes off to find other people with other things to say.
So many people were at myrons. Me and jenna started with the beer. That went well. Thank goodness for cheaper then normal pitchers. Janelle bought me a shot, which was pretty wicked awesome. The lemon tasted fantastic. I think the shot pulled me towards the drunk feeling, as opposed to the high feeling. It was a nice transition.
I figured i'd have alot of wonderful stories to tell, but i think it was just a great time cause i was out with great people. Welcome back court.
in a drunken punch up at a wedding. Yeah...
I guess it was just a matter of time till i posted this.
Best Imitation of Myself
I feel like a quote out of context
with holding the rest
so I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
got the timing down
it's uncanny, yeah, you'd think it was me
do you think I should take a class
to lose my southern accent
did i make me up
or make the face till it stuck
I do the best imitation of myself
the problem with you speech
you gave me was fine
I liked the theories about my little stage
and I swore I was listenin'
but I started drifting around the part about me acting my age
now if its all the same
I've people to entertain
I juggle one-handed
do some magic tricks and
the best imitation of myself
maybe i'm thinking myself in a hole,
wondering
who I am when I ought to know
straighten up
now time to go
fool somebody else
fool somebody else
last night I was east with them
and west within
tryin' to be for you what you want to see
but I can't help it if you
the good and bad comes through
don't want you hanging out with no one but me
our love is all the same
it come from the same place
if my minds somewhere else
you won't be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
yeah its uncanny to see
you'd really think it was me
I do the best imitation of myself
I do the best imitation of myself
Ben Folds.
Well, i really like that song. Wondering who i am when i aught to know. i really like that line. really.
Okay, i'm thinking i can't just have that be my entire post. What else, what else.
Apparently nothing.
After reading recent posts by Janelle and Jenna, and thinking my own thoughts, i'm pretty sure that many people have, or have had unreasonably low self esteem at some points in their life. These two posts were both really well done, talking about important crushes that either of them have had in their lives, and while i consiter them both to be exceptional catches (i know jenna far more then janelle, for reference sake), they both have had thoughts similar to "why would he like me?" and "i was just a loser."
I'm beginning to wonder if this is something that i shouldn't be writing about, because neither of those people are me. Y'know, in a why is he talking about me/us sort of fashion. If its not appreciated, then this could be removed with an email or comment, faster then you can say well it shouldn't have been there in the first place.
And now i'm reaching the second guessing section, where i think that last paragraph was unnecessary, because i have yet, and will likely continue, to say nothing of any importance.
heh, so yeah, about that low self esteem stuff. It wont start there, but it'll end up there, trust me.
In grade 1, there was this girl in my class named sabrina, she was a cute little blond number. And at a point when i summed up all the courage i could possibly muster, i took a pencil, which may or may not have been dull, and note in hand, i walked to the pencil sharpener. I passed her desk by, and nervously started sharpening my pencil. I figured i'd been there long enough for things to look appropriate, and on the way back to my desk i dropped the note in front of her. Of course i didn't look back, i mean, i really couldn't. It should be recognised that at the age of 6, i wasn't much of a shakespeare. The note, in it's entirety...
I like you.
from: simon
Yes, i did use a colon. For the next few minutes, my mind was swimming. I obviously had no idea what i was doing. i mean seriously, i was just a small boy, who felt funny when looking at a small girl, and i figured i was supposed to do something about it. I wasn't really super proud of doing what i did. Mainly because even though i felt butterflies and the sort, i had no reason to fear rejection, i was just acting without a thought of what could go wrong. That is a long long time ago. By the way, i saw her looking at the note with a friend during recess, and they were both laughing, and looking at me. That definately set me back a notch.
I wasn't planning on making this a post about past relationships, I just wanted to talk about stuff that i like talking about, and this is one of the stories. Actually, i think i definately lost sight of what i wanted to talk about. Which sucks. Sometimes i'm all eager to write something, then i lose it. And i wish i had it back, cause i like inspiration. As i'm sure everyone does.
So what the fuck eh? now i've gotten my guitar on my lap, because i couldn't figure out what to write, and i needed something to do. I still would rather write, but i dont know where to go.
Grade 5.
So one day, some girls are asking me who i like, after much wishing for them to leave me alone, i say andrea gallant. The reply i get was that she liked me too, so now we were dating. Neat! I talked with her maybe a few times that year. Maybe.
Over grade 6, our "relationship" blossomed. We went out on a whopping 4 dates. And i managed to speak to her in each and everyone, saying such sweet nothings as "would you like some skittles?" and "are you sure? i've got alot." Smoooooooooooth. But as a side note, i was more then content with the way things were. I realized i was too shy to talk to her, but i figured everyone was shy. i was fine with everything. In grade 6 i seriously felt on top of the world. Grade 7 crushed me though, a kid with a rat tail, who didn't know what the word 'green' meant. Amanda Corney, and the recently re-met Candace Huber were all over me about that whole being green thing. Candace actually wrote me a series of notes under a false name pretending to be attracted to me. Y'know, whatever.
Shoot, this wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't want to talk about anything that would have anyone pity me. i've got serious qualms with pity. Cause it can be easily confused with respectful caring.
Okay, so now my plan is to say something uplifting or cool, so that things are slightly different.
The postal service are really cool, people should listen to them. Doves too. I got a basketball for my birthday, and i'm going to try and get good at basketball so that i can try out for the team when i'm at my next university. I think that'd be really cool. I dont plan on making the team. My big plan is to make a cut. If i can make a cut, that'll be unreal. I'll seriously have alot of pride in that. So the bar is set. I've been trying to take a few shots every now and then, to keep improving. And i feel i am. I think that i only have to be as good as people are who are coming out of highschool ball, cause they'll also be at tryouts, and if i'm as good as them, then that'll be cool.
I hung out with basketball guys at OUC, and they were some of my best friends. And i think it'd be cool to meet alot of people at u of o through some ball.
that'll do pig, that'll do
I just stepped out of the shower, looked at my watch, and the time went from 12:49:49 to 12:49:50 (one second ticked off) and for a span of about 3 seconds, i was rushed with all these crazy thoughts about how time is always moving and we're just along for the ride. I had thoughts of how we've all got to do as many things during our short time here, and all sorts of other things about how death is inevitable, and we're all just so meaningless. Then by around 12:49:55, i thought, wow, that was weird, and i went on my way, drying myself off and then coming out here to write this. I guess i just thought it was neat.
(Little Man being Erased)
New radiohead album out today.
It's delightful.
Okay, here's what i've got:
I've been thinking about the thing that other people have been posting on their blogs, the whole morals, good people do things for others talk.
First off, i have somewhat of a point that i figured i'd start with. Note: whenever i feel like i have a unique thought, it's something that kate has already thought about. And this time is like no other.
Okay, nearly everything that everyone does, they do because they want to. And i dont mean 'nearly' in a way that most people would figure. I mean anything that isn't entirely by reflex is done because of a desire to do it. If you put your hand on a stove, and upon burning yourself you recoil and elbow your aunt's budgie off her shoulder and it breaks itself and has to be put down, then it wasn't intentional. But anything you do where you have time to think, is done because of some desire to do it.
One other example that i thought worth mentioning would be when in a car, if you see something approaching, and hit the brakes, some people instinctively put their right hand across to prevent the passenger from going flying. This is also a coy way for a guy to "make his move". Write that down.
But yeah, this didn't require any thought, it just happened, pure instinct. Another fine example is will smith's course of action when him and carlton were being robbed. Will took a bullet for his vertically challenged cousin, and from what i remember from the episode (one of only a handful of Fresh Prince episodes with a sad ending (as if carlton wasn't a closet speed freak his entire life)), it was a split second reaction.
So yeah, asside from these instinct reactions everything is done on account of a desire to do said task. But i dont want to go to work, you say, i still do that. Well on the assumption that someone actually did say that, to them i'd say that they did, in fact go to work because they wanted to. Whether their reasons for wanting to was because of the money, or because they feel the have to, or whatever. They would not go to work if they didn't want to. Same thing with cleaning this or that, or mowing the lawn, or anything else people do that would say they didn't want to.
Now, finally, i may have a point. It'd be good if you all knew that at the onset, i wasn't aware that this point would be the result of what i was just talking about. Since everyone is always doing what they want to do, it's difficult to blame anybody for not being generous (generosity being our recent definition for what makes someone a good person). People that are seen as selfish are seen as such because the things they want to do, and the things that make them feel good, are things done for themselves. People that are seen as generous are generous because they do things for others (great point, cough). But they do things for others because it makes them feel good. This feeling that is hopefully within all of us, make us happy to do things for others.
It's obviously hard to draw the line between doing things for others and for ourselves. If someone said "i bought him a fork because i knew he wanted and needed a fork," it's sometimes hard to convince them that they bought the fork because they wanted to buy the other person a fork. The needs of someone cannot directly influence the actions of another. I really like that sentance by the way. I think i should likely stop at that. I can't really do any better.
The needs of someone cannot directly influence the actions of another.
Now i can make a side note, which pretty much ruins everything i've been working towards. If there's something inside you that makes doing things for others benificial to yourself. Then you could be seen as a better person then someone who doesn't enjoy helping others quite as much. It'd probably have lots to do with how a person is raised.
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I'm not sure if anything i just said was important, but now i'm going to say something slightly different.
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Should someone feel bad for being a logger if they could be working towards cancer research?
I'd give that one a no.
If you wake up every morning and you want to do farming work you should not run for mayer.
If you wake up every morning and you want to write about music, you should not go work in a lab.
If you wake up every morning, dreaming of rolled up aces over kings, dont go to law school.
All that any of us can really do, is be true to ourselves. And i hate how that i had to use a cliché, but it worked too well. I think that if you're following your dreams, doing what you feel you want to do. Living out the life of the person you know you are... then you are making the world a better place. I truly believe that.
Turn the tape off.
I've been doing some thinking lately.
There's two things that i'd like to write about on this blog, both of which i'll need more time to do then i'm currently alloting myself. My first topic is going to be about Radiohead, i'm interested in the progress that the band has made, and whether or not other people's opinions will match those of myself.
The second, and more important topic was one origionally inspired by Aine or possibly Courtney, i forget who i was talking to about it first. Since we're all capable of helping out those who are less fortunate then ourselves, should we feel bad when we dont? does that make us bad people? I personally dont do anything for people in africa or wherever else poor hungry people live. And i dont feel bad about it. I'm also annoyed when shown pictures in news that show wars or starving people, because i feel like all it does is make me sad for a short period, and i feel they shouldn't have anything to do with me.
So that's everything i guess. I'll talk more later. i'm just on a lunch break. Relivant quote to follow.
"We must always fear the wicked.
But there is another kind of evil that
we must fear the most, and that is
the indifference of good men."
(edit) By the way, i am seriously consitering the possibility that i am not a good person, and although it would suck, i dont think i'm likely to change my ways.
Okay, the shirt scheme is going to have a single change. I'm going to give the shirts to people i know. This will get rid of the negatives, and it'll still work. It doesn't have to be people i know well (with ottawa in mind), but as far as people i know here, anyone is welcome. I'd be more then honored. I think that thus far, i'll be looking at carley, aine, kate, and jenna. And it's cool that they'll all be in different places. Let me know if the slogan is cool.
Last night, i celebrated the twentieth anniversary of my birth. Even though the true day was wednesday, june 4th. i'll give details some time. I had alot of fun.
Supper: fish. Later.
(edit) I forgot to put a quote from a song, so i'll do that. On a personal note, i wish this quote was consitered in two particular past situations, but i was naive.
"Untill your deepest secrets are known to me, i will not be moved. I will not be moved."
(edit #2) In hindsight, this quote would've done no good to me in the former of the two past situations. Your deepest secrets were known to me, i was moved, it mattered not. It was like a mouse, learning not to eat the cheese in the trap, but ended up starving himself, cause the cheese in the trap was all he knew.
Something just happened. I had alot more faith that it could work then i should've. fuck.
Sedatives tell you everything is all right.
Okay, crazy idea discovery is as follows. I was going with carley to aine's. And when we pulled into aine's house, i thought of it. I dont know what it was that triggered the idea, but at the time i was rather excited. Today has left me less then excited because i thought about what could be the downfalls of the plan.
Cutting to the chase, the idea is that i print off some T-shirts with my face on them, and give them to random (attractive) people, when i get to ottawa. If people were to wear these shirts, then random people would all of a sudden recognise me, and i thought that was a cool idea. People would say "hey, do i know you?", and they wouldn't. They'd just recognise me from the shirt. This is pretty much everything.
The positives are fairly easy to see, i'd become recognisable in a place where i'd know nobody, and i think it'd be a cool way to become noticed. Or a noticable way to become cool. Or possibly a third thing.
Negatives would include the severe awkwardness of actually offering the shirt to someone, and the likeliness of a rejection, even though i've got two confirmed shirt wearers (thanks ladies). Also, i was thinking if this didn't work, i'd be left with a variety of shirts with my face on them, and the notoriety of being the stupid fool who offered people shirts with his face on them. Is this whole idea dripping with conceitedness?
I was hoping that dave would be the voice of reason last night, and shoot down my idea, but he was nothing but encouraging, the fool. He even came up with a slogan which could appear on the shirt "I'm with simon". It works, on what i believe to be three levels. It's the same as "i'm with stupid", it lends itself to agreeing with the values of the simon, and it referes to the close proximety to me, while i'm being worn on the torso of the user.
I'm intregued by the statement "the values of the simon" both because it means i have separate thoughts, and because i refered to myself as "the simon". Neat!
I think that another big issue, not listed in the negatives, is the cost of the venture. I dont want these to be the worst of shirts. For obvious reasons. I was thinking along the lines of a white shortsleave t-shirt, with a black collar, and black around the ends of the sleaves. I dont know how much this would cost, if i wanted to pick them up in bulk, and by bulk, i likely mean a max of 10 or so.
So yeah, if anyone has any feedback that'd be cool. I dont know if anyone out there reads this, but i think i'd be pretty excited if someone from bc was interested in getting their hands on a shirt. Another idea that i just came up with that could pertain to the cost of the shirts: maybe i could find a way to put the word fun, in fundraiser.
As we kiss hard on the lips and swear this year will be better then the last.
I played some cards tonight, it was good, won some coin.
i've got a crazy idea, i'll talk about it sometime when i'm not going to fall asleep.
next two days off work, this'll be good for me. Plus i got paid when it became midnight, $450 in the bank, i'm pleased.
Unicorns are kickass!
I decided to put comments back up. The main reason for my taking them off seems to be the same as everyone else's reasons. I didn't want the reaction of the people reading to influence what i was saying. Also, i often would write something that i'd want a reaction to, and people would make unrelated comments. I do this as often as anyone else on other people's websites. It's nobody's fault, i just found myself with hightened expectations.
But yeah, comments are back, cause i dont really find myself saying anything super important lately, and i wouldn't mind hearing from a few people from far, or close, that i dont talk to very often, even if only to see who reads this.
The Tragically Hip are really cool.
Maybe if i make alot of posts, then it wont matter if they dont have anything interesting to say. Throughout this draught, i've been thinking that i need to have somehting important to say, in order to have it worthy of posting, and the longer i wait, the more important the event would have to be. you know the story.
So i went to prom on saturday. For some reason which is beyond me, in kensington the liquer stores close at 8:00 on saturdays. I felt this was a poor business decision. So i went on drinkless to prom, with promises that there'll be lots of liquer floating around, and i'll be able to get my hands on some of it, especially if i had money, which i did.
The dance part of prom was fairly money. Amie was loosing it, she was my date, and although her blood level indicated otherwise, she acted nothing like sober. Her excitement was exhilerating, and i found myself cought up in it from time to time. I requested runDMC and got some of that, it was the last song i heard before hitting road. I had nothing to lose, so i started doing bronco's, i heard a few screams, good ones, not pain ones. And then i did the standard coffee grind/stall, and went on my way. I was talking to melissa when a couple of girls started showing up to say "wow, etc!". One girl said i should do it again, cause she didn't see, and she was a looker, so of course, i was unable to deny, even though dan later stated that i aught to have left them wanting more. I did some halo's the second time round, and that was enjoyable, cause they were new. But then i went back into same old and my stall was ass.
Moving on, we went to some places, got changed into regular clothes, and moved on to prom party, it was good, i had about four drinks, i felt like i was half important, because nobody knew who i was, and many people seemed to wonder.
I felt that brad was hitting on me most of the night, he's an openly gay guy, he's a good guy, but kinda crazy. I didn't care too much, cause he's good friends with amie, and he knows i'm not gay, but he was hammered, and told people he was going to make out with me. He said i have a nice nose and eye brows. Oooh weee.
Last night i was with chris, dan, jenna, and tony, in order of appearance. We smoked in the afternoon and again in the evening, and it was a great day. Me and chris had our git-fiddles, and we jammed alot. Music is golden under the influence. Pure. 24K.
I'm gone, have a good one people.