Category Archives: Random Observational Thoughts (ROT)

Reading Fatigue

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Adapted from “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?” by Pete Seeger with later additions by Joe Hickerson.

Where have all the good books gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the good books gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the good books gone?
Lars read them every one.
When will he ever learn?
When will he eeever learn?

Is it possible that I have read all the good books ever written and I’m left with the garbage?

There is also the remote chance that I’m suffering from EOD (Early Onset Dementia).

I enjoy history, both fiction and non-fiction. Favorite periods are Roman Imperial and the Middle Ages. If non-fiction I don’t like my reading material to be overly scholarly, but don’t dumb it down too much either. Assume I have a brain.

I’m also a big fan of science fiction. Favorite authors include Peter F Hamilton and Stephen Baxter.

I thought I enjoyed philosophy, but it tends to be way over my head (Wittgenstein, Kant, Kierkegaard (besides, most people seem to derive their knowledge of the “heavy” philosophers from secondary and even tertiary commentaries of their works and the opinions of their professors)) or just opinion (no finger pointing for now), or they blather on about stuff I already intuitively know or don’t care about. Still open for suggestions, though.

Twofer

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1. There is no substantive difference between a muffin and a cupcake.

2. Everybody knows who Ingrid Bergman was, but how many of you have actually watched any of her movies? To the bitter end? And liked it?

On Religion And Theology

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Philosophy is like being in a dark room looking for a black cat.

Metaphysics is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat that isn’t there.

Theology is like being in a dark room and looking for a black cat that isn’t there and shouting “I found it!”.

~ Some guy on the Internet

I came across this on the Internet. I don’t know who the author is, so he shall remain uncredited, suffice to say I didn’t come up with it, but I thought it was pretty clever and approve of the message

Nice Car = Lazy Driver?

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Has anyone noticed how it’s the people driving the most expensive cars who circle the parking lot endlessly in search of the spot nearest the mall entrance?

Peter Ustinov Is Dead

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Don’t ask me how I found out, but apparently the English actor passed away in 2004, and I completely missed it. I didn’t even know the poor sod was sick. A much belated R.I.P. to Sir Peter.

British actor Peter Ustinov.

The late, great Peter Ustinov

fun? Not Really!

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Just watched fun (the band) on SNL. I believe they also were on Stephen Colbert recently. I don’t get it. You get some guys together who can play basic three-chord rock, an androgynous singer who can’t hold a note to save his life, and suddenly they’re the hippest thing since someone came up with the term “I just vomited a little in my mouth”? Gimme a fuckin’ break!

Rock mostly died on December 31st 1979. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ too it!

Long Story Short

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My childhood sucked. My father was an asshole. Thankfully he died early. My mother blamed her kids for her own misery. I have poor genes; chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, widespread mild to severe arthritis, thyroid disease (hypothyroidism according to my quack, I mean licensed physician ), a tendency toward pudginess (my mother said I had “big bones”), I don’t easily get along with people and I’m not handsome at all. It’s a miracle that I found a woman and got married, but that’s not what this story is about. Still, a miracle nonetheless.

With all this, in addition to getting older, going against me, I found it increasingly hard to hold on to my entire music collection, and yesterday I got rid of everything, digital and analog, by Ted Nugent. The guy only had two songs anybody remembers to his name; one about venereal disease presented as a cool thing, and another about pussy in a foreign language. I try to put up a strong façade, though, and it’s hard to tell from being around me the ordeal I just went through.

For those of you who don’t understand what I’m trying to say here, don’t worry; it would be very strange indeed if you did.

I made a strong effort to write this post without saying fuck, and I just failed.

Later, fuckers!