Raster is Faster

Greetings.

I wonder what the cast of Ghostwriter is up to? I mean, that was an amazing show. It was before it's time. If it would have aired during the sci-fi boom on TV I think that it might have won some type of award. I think that tomorrow I am going to put a pen on a string and have myself a Ghostwriter observance day. Word.

Dahlia is back in London which means that I actually get to talk to her rather than send her smoke signals. It's always nice when the future President of the United States talks with the future President of the UN. Or do they have a chair? Anyway we had a foreign affairs meeting and we concluded that the world is fucked. Why do we have to break UN seals? Why a push to sell all your stock and cause global economic crisis? (maybe, we'll see when Tokyo wakes) Why blow yourself up? Why have unprotected sex with others when you know you are HIV positive? Why mess with dead birds? What good is any of this really doing?

Why are people racist? Why do people take dirty money? Why can't we all just be honest and stand for something because we believe in it and not because that's what all the cool kids are doing? Why, why, why, why . . . .

I often times think of all the whys out there and wonder if one person can really make a difference. I am out to change the world one way or another, this I promise you. But I just get so frustrated when I think about all the things that are going wacky and everything that it would take to solve them. We still have people homeless from the tsunami of a year ago. Add to that list all those affected by the earthquakes in South Asia, the hurricanes in the US, and the regular sufferers and it's overwhelming. Sure we can donate money but there is so much stupid and ridiculous bureaucracy and of course corruption. In the end those who need help the most are often forgotten about or too emotionally fucked to ever regain a normal life.

How many protest must we have? How many lives need to be lost for the cause? How much money must we spend?

You know what it is? It's survival of the fittest. We all can't live in peace, we are too competitive. We are very selfish people, we want what we want and we try to get it. Now whether we use compromise, trade or guns to get what we want is a different story. But in the end someone is going to get what they wanted and someone else is going to get screwed. I don't mean to be negative. I really do think that one day we are all going to get along and hold hands whilst skipping through the woods. One day we will all sit around a fire and sing Kum bi ya. One day.

I have to change the topic now. Thinking about all that makes me want to go grr. And it's starting to hurt my throat.

So I did try to assemble my desk last week. 2 things happened which prevented me from doing so.

1. They sent me the wrong desk. Kind of a biggy.
2. While I was vacuuming the lampshade I backed into an open bottle of wood polish and spilt a rather large amount across my entirely wood floor making it so I couldn't walk on it without slipping/falling. I tried to get as much up and then just polish the floor with the rest, but the consistency was like syrup. Very difficult. But I will say that my floor has never looked better.

Your homework assignment is to find out all the keyboard shortcuts and use them. I love the control/command button.

Night kids.