Brain Splatter

Hey there. How's it going? Me? I seem to be OK. I don't know what I want to write about today so let's see where this takes us shall we?

Another hurricane is heading for the U.S. This time it is heading for Texas. Hurricane Ike is what they are calling it. Well, I hope everything goes OK for those people. Hurricanes can be destructive and scary. Uncontrollable forces of nature have a way to make you feel small and insignificant. Like the female orgasm.

Quote of the Day--

“No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which one is true.” --Nathaniel Hawthorne--The Scarlet Letter.

I like that. I think that it applies to the election. I think it applies to myself. I think that it applies to a lot of people. If you present one face to the world for long enough how do you know if that is not your true face? Sometimes we think that we are someone different of the inside then we seem to be on the outside, but are we? What if you just don't know anymore? What do you do then?

Wow, American Chopper is still on TV. I used to watch that show before. I would record wrestling and watch it on Monday nights. It used to be good. I watched a little of it today online. Uh, it's not good anymore. What's with the narrator? Oh well, whatever. Nothing lasts forever. To be fair though, the motorcycles still look pretty good and I guess that is what really matters. I never really cared about the yelling and shit anyway. I like to watch them build the bikes.

I don't know if I would want one of the bikes that they build though. Not because I don't think that they make great bikes, it's just that I don't think those bikes are made for an everyday riding and definitely not for a new rider. They are like works of art. I can't see riding a work of art everyday to work or something. Maybe after a while but not as a novice rider.--Pause

I just went to look for a picture of a motorcycle and the one that I found damn near gave me an erection. I know that sounds funny but I would love to have that fucking bike. So damn cool.

I would hate to lose my cell phone. Not just the fact that I got phone numbers in it that I don't have anywhere else, but what if the asshole that found it ran up all kinds of long distance charges on it? What if they called Istanbul or some other place like that? Then I got to fight with the phone company and shit and who knows how that would turn out? It seems to me as shit gets smaller it just gets easier to lose. I think it is a conspiracy to get you to buy new stuff. Kind of like how everything is made to break. Nothing is made to last anymore. Or to be fixed. Except dogs and cats which you should spade and neuter.

Why do people pay for porn? With the internet there is so much free stuff out there I just can't see paying for it. I suppose if you are into something a little out of the ordinary I guess that might be a reason. Or if you like a certain type of film or something. If you like to see hot chicks wearing ice cream on their head singing the Star Spangled Banner while flogging a guy wearing a Scooby Doo suit while a dwarf dances around holding carrots; you may have to pay for that. But if you are looking just to yank the crank there is plenty out there that is free. I guess someone has to pay ultimately though. Nothing is absolutely free. Somewhere along the line someone has to pay the girls or guys, and the film makers and the producers need their cut. I also suppose that just paying for an internet connection you are in a way paying for porn. Unless you steal that too by hopping on someone's WiFi, but that brings up a whole load of other issues. It's like music and movies. Some is free, some you pay for, and some is just there. In the end everyone pays. Or no one does. Laterzzz...