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Seasons, they mark an often perceptible change in climate – or at least an expected change in climate as the planet travels with ruthless speeds through the galaxy. Of course not every location experiences seasonality in the same way, and not every season has quite the same relevance to every individual. Most seasons are marked with symbolic and extremely potent events or activities, take for example fall, a time of change, a time for the living to pass, sleep or otherwise make way for the winter months. In fall leaves shift from lustrous greens to brilliant yellows, ambers and eventually browns, spreading like fading flames through the tree tops - in fact the right sunset cast against the maple trees can set the sky ablaze. Spring on the other hand is marked by the rains of life, blossoming flowers, new births and a passage from winter into summer. Every season can be examined and analyzed as such, and the meanings of each will of course differ from person to person.

Seasons exist outside of temperature, outside of shifting climates and weather patterns... seasons are a label we have applied to these things. And by the nature of the application a season can also take on a different meaning, seasons exist in relationships from the honeymoon period (spring perhaps?) to winter, whether that is the end of a relationship or merely a time of struggle and difficulty. Whatever face a season wears, whatever events we apply the term to, one thing so far seems certain - seasons change.

And here we get to the point - or at least approximately to the point.

To me a season changes when there is concrete proof that the previous season has gone, it is in my nature to seek for such simple and immutable truths. Spring has arrived when the flowers bloom, summer has come without question when I can no longer open the doors to my own home without fear of wilting, burning up beneath the unrelenting stare of the sun in the sky. I could go on, but I wont, because I am curious, what about you? What tells you that a season has changed? Is it a calendar, an event, or even an imperceptible sensation in the air?

Audible Stimuli: : Damage Inc. - Shotgun Valentine

Time.

I have always had a fondness for the concept of time, only the concept, as I am not much of a fan of its real world implications. Anyway, until recently, I held a long and steady belief that time was nothing more than a human construct, a method of dealing with inevitable cellular decay. And while that in part helps to explain what time has become, merely a marker, ticking away the moments of our lives, I think it is something more basic and universal than that.

This train of thought was what I pondered over my two hour long drive, a drive spurned by a spontaneous idea; let’s watch a movie with some friends in Kennewick... on a Monday. This spontaneity, while fun, struck me as a very time insensitive thing to do. And in the light of all the reasons I had to go, the time element seemed marginal at best. Either way, the presence of time weighed on my mind for the duration of the drive and I followed its rabbit trail down many fun holes, arriving finally at a destination I was happy with.

Time only exists because of movement... in a stasis, a theoretical state of complete stasis, not the slightest particle allowed to move at all, time would not exist. Time is how we explain what things were and are, the transition between is movement... the transition between is in essence time itself. If time is merely used as a method to catalog movement then it stands to reason travel through time is largely impossible. Not a shocking conclusion, but it stands in conflict with all of the current theories on the possibility of time travel. It doesn’t matter whether we are talking about the "stream" theory which allows for deviation and redirection or the parallel instances of the same events theories which allow for every possible outcome to occur simultaneously while "we" are only aware of the one outcome.

Both theories suggest that time is a constant presence; a force of nature or rule, like gravity - when instead I think it is more likely to be a result of movement, a method of explanation.

Time for me to end this long, rambling, and meaningless post.

Audible Stimuli: : Tick... tock

People move into and out of our lives at all times, in all shapes and ways. This is undisputable, death exists everywhere and the potential for an end is ever present. Everyone dies. It doesn't make the loss of a loved one any less sad or less painful to know these facts. People come into our lives and change us, touch us and otherwise help us grow as humans and those people become dear to us - regardless of their form.

A little while ago a dear friend of mine passed away, her life flickered out in the night like a candle in the wind. It was devastating at the time but I didn't really talk about it with anyone - mostly because of the nature of our friendship. Me and her, we met and knew each other online, all we were to each other was electric impulses, no faces, no human shell... no flesh. We met in a text based role-playing game, we were killing pigs while freezing water. This was our bond... pigs and ice.

Of course none of it was real, the pigs, the ice, the island, none of it was anything more than words on a screen and painted in our minds. And yet the cohesion was near instant, she was brilliant, witty, funny and kind. Traits that I find rare in humans in general - traits that even the greatest misanthropes have a hard time looking past.

Over the years we talked, games came and went, but our friendship remained, a bond was built that existed beyond any physical trappings. We followed each other around from one game to another, often pissing each other off, and always enjoying every moment of it.

But it always felt as if we were running against the setting sun. Both of us knew the end was coming closer with each day that passed. Of course, I never admitted it, even to her, I always told her that I knew she would be fine, that she would make it - I lied. We both knew I was lying, and it was a comforting tale.

Part of me likes to believe that in many ways she is better off now, while I may not believe in an afterlife, I do know that in many ways her life was very hard for a very long time. This final sleep grants her the reprieve that she deserved... deserved so much and recently, rarely, if ever had.

Only now am I really able to formulate these words, only after a reminder from many friends whom also cared deeply for her have I realized that I wasn't alone in this strange situation. It's hard to explain to someone the depth of a connection that can be formed without ever having a physical contact - and its hard to face the loss of someone dear when it first happens.

Dawn, you will be missed and badgers everywhere will never be the same again. Some cow somewhere will receive countless simultaneous fireballs in your name, so you can go out with a bang, a bang that digital cattle will feel and fear till the end of their digital lives.

Audible Stimuli: : Pain - Just Hate Me

I recently started a blockbuster subscription movie service thing. Thanks to the blockbuster rules I basically get to rent 6 movies a week, yada yada.... end result is I run out of (good) stuff to watch. This is how I came to rent the movie "Stomp the Yard"...

I have no fucking clue what this movie is about, and let me tell you, it is really fucking bad. I have watched it 4 times and still cannot really tell what they are doing, how they "win" and why they care. I mean ultimately the intention was just ot re-tell the romeo and juliet story for the 893,349,349th time... It just was all tied up with some sort of competitive "dancing".

Not to disparage the every last piece of the particular dancing being depicted, I have a great appreciation for breakdancing, its just that this adds a bunch of other, less interesting stuff.

While I promised to continue my exploits in the matters of shit... I lied. So to all -one- of you eagerly waiting with ever growing anticipation, I am sorry.

And now for something completely different <== that is a quote.

Societiesmachine says:
Tyler
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I put your head...
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in the fridge
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I figured I would help out... like that
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cause I am helpful and shit.
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now I am going to talk at you
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why?
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Don't ask questions biatch. Thats why.
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I am going to train an army of dolphins
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Dress them up in camo gear and night vision goggles
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because seriously who could hurt a dolphin
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I know I couldn't
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Mostly cause they are all slimy to the touch.
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And Mike Tyson would get pwned
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No ears to bite off.
Societiesmachine says:
the hard part is motivating them to kill, the dolphins that is, I mean they do tricks for fish but I have yet to get them to bite the head off of a baby for a fish.
Societiesmachine says:
There is another problem with the dolphins.
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They don't have legs so they dont do well when it comes to riding the dogs.
Societiesmachine says:
Monkeys rode the dogs fine, but people seemed to -like- killing them.
Societiesmachine says:
There really is only one answer... make dogs with holes in them.
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Right in the middle.
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that way the dolphins can ride just fine.
Societiesmachine says:
well fuck there goes that idea
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Did you know that dogs dont live long with a hole in their back?
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And by long I mean at all...
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And did you know that it is against some sort of "law" to attempt to drill holes in dogs in order to create the ultimate military weapon
Societiesmachine says:
Thats a shame really. They wouldnt make such laws if they realized just how amazingly powerful dogolphins would be.

Audible Stimuli: : : Plastic - Home :
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