Dean

Well, I'm shopping for a new candidate. Dean has lost my vote. He doesn't want to go to the moon and I do. So I guess fuck him.

For once I agree with the President. I'm going to look for a candidate who isn't Sauruman who agree with my views on space and how we can achieve it.

I want to go to the moon within my lifetime. I want to see humans walk on Mars in MY lifetime. I want to know that we are spreading humanity off the rock in MY LIFETIME! When it comes down to it, the Space Program is the most important thing we could be doing today. Through discovery and practical application of new technologies, we really can change this world for the better.

I also want to have the government fund SETI again, but I'm going to be realistic on my demands from the Party.

TANSTAAFL.

Shrunken.

I guess that's how I feel: shrunken, less than myself. I don't know what brought it on. Today was fine, by any normal measure. I'm tired, but how is that any different? I don't think though, I just feel less than "myself." It's a night to to curl up and hide behind something, a movie, a CD, a book. I don't know. It's like I lost something somewhere and I have to wait for it to catch up with me. I still fell like I've been spreading my mind pretty thin, and I really don't feel too creative. My mind is meandering, using the words to distract me. I think I need to recharge a bit, but I don't know when or where I can quite do that. Tomorrow, the way I envisioned it, would have been ideal. . . Maybe I can still manipulate things?

Must stop rambling and thinking in text.

FUCKING HELL!

I really hate outlook! I was working on a reply for a full hour and half and I managed to delete the damn window!

something that just caught my attention.

"Peace the Fuck Out"
by Travis

Now I don't know that your tie is straight
Your words are crooked and you're gonna pay
In ten years time they're gonna say
That this was the moment when you threw it away

And it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
And turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh please don't give up
You have a voice, don't lose it
You have a choice, so choose it
You have a brain, so use it
The time has come to
Peace the fuck out

Now I don't know what you're talking about
There's too much shit pouring out of your mouth
The time is up, the secret's out
The truth's gonna catch you going south

But it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
And turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh please don't give up
You have a voice, so use it

Yeah but it's all wrong, handbags at dawn
And turn the radio off to hear a song
Oh please don't give up
You have a voice, don't lose it
You have a choice, so choose it
You have a brain, so use it
The time has come to
Peace the fuck out

Crowd: peace the fuck out (repeat)


From time to time, lyrics do actually hit me. These I just felt I should share. And yes, I did "peace the fuck out" In some ways, this song reminds me of "Fearless" by Pink Floyd, I wonder if that was the intention. When you hear the ending, you'll know why.