Virtual Reality and Jumbo Shrimp

So I can't sleep which is a common theme in my life, and I'm watching television, an equally troublesome and possibly more hazardous dilemma; and I come across a documentary on the legal merits of virtual reality. Apparently this virtual reality thing has really caught on in cyber-space. Really. So I'm watching this show which is having a real dialogue about property values and rights, and even taxable stuff which are resultant to simulated world(s) in cyber space.

So me generally not the brightest bulb in the lamp, already flickering dim at "god-knows-when" in the morning, jaw gradually dropping incredulously as the Stanford University Lawyer weighs in on the merits of "virtual cyber crime" have now found myself staring at the television akin to that of a deer just before going into the "air-bag deploying" light as it were.

As if we don't have enough issues to deal with now people are scamming simulated people out of simulated products. Or are simulated people scamming simulated people out of simulated products. Its like some kind of nightmarish 70's sci-fi movie meets Dr. Seuss.

I mean... I couldn't keep up. They talked to a cyber entrepreneur who brought cyber property which is now worth some ridiculous amount of "American Dollars". The term "American Dollars" also kept popping up. Bear in mind I periodically checked to make sure that I was on the documentary channel (talk about careful what you wish for) and not comedy central.

I think the kicker for me occurred when the guy showed the simulated people walking into the simulated stock exchange. The dude was creating a simulated "stock market". Furthermore Cato here wants people to buy stock and is trying to elicit real stock markets to list on his exchange. At this point I think even Elron Hubbard is going "what the duck?" and is channel surfing to some male enhancement infomercials. Now there's a dream. I want to go on television smiling and talking about a pill that enhances my satellite reception. Yeah. Lets record that for later.

To close I would posit that virtual reality, though intriguing, and even perhaps alluring to those seeking to escape the mess that is our world; is just that an escape. To whit unfortunately when the ostrich sticks it metaphorical head in the sand to hide, the world keeps spinning, and bad stuff still happens. So I say expend the energy improving reality, then go play in the dark.

Buddhist Journalism

OK. So its Monday. All day. Monday is a great day to question......... everything. Why? Why me? Why bother? When? When will it stop? Why did it start in the first place? What was I thinking when I? And for the love of Pete, how will I? Furthermore if I ever find out who? who was responsible for all of this then....

I think I have it now. I just need to find out where?

Its Sunday Night......... and its raining

Its Sunday night and its raining. A peaceful soft rain. Loud enough to have a presence. Not so much irritating like drizzle; or disconcerting like a downpour. Downpour exist simply to display my ineptitude at building a back porch with pavers, while allowing me to excel at "shop-vacuuming", which I have recently petitioned to be a new Olympic sport. Hey with all the time Curling got in the Olympics, why not bring in a shop-vac. Better yet, maybe we could use a shop vac to harass Curlers. I would watch that.
"Earl is lined up to slide his rock. His partner Edwardo has his broom at the ready"
"But what's here comes Jon in from the right with his shop vac. Oh and he has the extender accessory, I believe double bonus." "Edwardo swats at Jon with the broom, but its too late. He's been sucked." "Game set and Vac to Jon, the first ever gold medal Shop-Curler-Vacumer". "Do you believe in miracles!!!!'

OK just me. Little sidetracked there. Probably just the rain talking. But I digress, it is 10:00 at night 70 degrees outside, in a part of the United States that nothing out-doors should be 70 degrees. Frankly, I am too ignorant and tired to rant about Global Warming (but it's too hot), and too tired. I just wanted to share a couple of quick thoughts before bed. So sleep well out there who-ever you are or think you are, or are afraid you are. Tomorrows another day here Earth, and the trend looks to continue onward for the rest of the week.

Peace

j

twas the day after christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
crap was strewn haphazardly about
covering even our pet mouse
the stockings were spilled on the couch and the chair
It was readily apparent that someone had been there.

When what to my tired old ears should I hear, but two blaring robots doing battle quite near
I achingly stood to see what was the matter as my children did argue and chatter and chatter
I thought to myself who could cause such commotion and I new in a flash
the cause of locomotion

SANTA CLAUSE

A very old elf, who was lonely and strange
known only to keep company with the small and deranged
he was rumored to sneak about town once a year
climbing on rooftops with what he claimed were "flying reindeer"

Passing toys out to children whom scarcely he met
while he smiled and winked
such a thought left me dripping with sweat

Who was this strange man I thought to myself
who could pose right among us and not seem a threat

As I watched parents and children standing in lines
all desperately seeking to share money and time
with this man this conundrum who couldn't be write

I must google I thought to understand why. Or how such a thing could occur
without cause or exposure
Freud like implications
made me almost lose my composure

So I typed in the keys in my querriless search
and found the cause of this perilous learch

Plain as day it popped up on my screen in my den
It was Coca Cola that caused such chagrin

How obvious and clear it all came to me then
that this conglomerate incorporation could spin
such a perilous web and create such a stir
all leading back to small can of acidic drink nestled
in a neatly wrapped tin (can of coke).

I listened to each boy and girl
telling tales of the toys their parents
would have to endure

the idea to my notion was so very haughty
how could this creepy old man dare call children naughty

so I thought to myself trying to drift of to sleep
confused in my slumber which would scarcely by deep
how humans at time could tend to be sheep
going further they dared call that poor old Grinch a creep

At least he kept to himself
only drawn from his cave
with such loud clanging and clatter
where such a matter legal
clearly an insane defense would possibly matter

Happy Holidays to all
and to all..................... a good night

Happy Kwanzihanimas

Happy Kwanzihanimas!!!!

To one and all. What better way to celebrate this Wintry Celebration marked with everything from Druidic Pagan Rituals, Candles, Songs, Coca Cola the proud sponsors of Santa Claus, and the Jehovah's Witnesses (god luv em) for their celebration of well............. nothing. Hmmmm. Nothing. Interesting.

Still I think today, there is an argument for nothing. This is where you ask yourself, is this going to be one of those diatribes about how Christmas has gone too Commercial.

In a word. Probly. Honestly, I don't know where it falls out. It is the season giving, receiving, football, and nothing. It is a magical time for many children. A time to recognize who truly blessed many of us are; and sadly many are not. We remember love ones lost, celebrate love ones found; on the Dr. Phil show we celebrate Love ones who lost weight only to find Love ones who were actually distant cousins and confront them on there drug use.

Honestly this Christmas, I am lost. If you watch the news, everything is bad getting worse. Still it takes an hour to park at the mall, just to go shopping. Granted I don't live in a Microcosm of society. Microsoftsiety maybe, still not the same thing.

I just have trouble finding meaning in the whole thing. Which of course immediately centers me to my children. Which is where I find most of my meaning. Christmas is still magical to them. Which is cool. Of course life itself to many children is magical. The true magic I suppose lies in not losing the magic itself. Presently I feel like someone sandblasted all of the magic off of me. I'm not ready to tie an antler on a dog and steal presents from my neighbors or anything, I think I'm just jaded and saturated with this holiday in which we take a brief timeout from our worlds to be kind (this excludes mall parking, and shopping lines) to others. Maybe if we could reverse things and say be nice most of the time; say maybe 357 days of the year, and be rude on just a few days. Yes I think I have it now. There is a good idea. Nothing but niceness for the majority of our lives, excluding a few minor holidays.

We could have "dick day", when everyone is a dick to everyone else. This could be marked with selfishness, greed, and over all self centered behavior.

"Lie to your spouse day" a celebration of infidelity. Which could be followed with or replaced by Valentines day, depending on how your, "Lie to Your Spouse Day" turns out.

Halloween Rocks. No changes. Maybe more eggs.

St Patricks day could be, angry drunk day. This would only require minor calendrical adjustments, and you could punch anyone wearing green.

I'll stop now before I delve any further into the pool of bad taste of which I am waist high and sinking fast.

Just a quick thought, not so much how bad "Dick Day" would be, rather how good, almost everyday could be.

"And all the Who's in Whoville...................."

Back without a Vengeance

Well. I'm back. Yippee. Sorry I have been away so long. So much has happened since I last blogged. We have a new President Elect. It is now December. In terms of viewing the world from a "Whinny The Pooh" kind of perspective, I find myself feeling rather Eeyore. where as I like to think of myself as more Tigger. Honestly, I am probably just Pooh. An overweight bear "of little brain" with impulse control issues regarding honey. Yep. That sounds more like me.

Bummer. I think there is a book called the "Tao of Pooh". Probably a good read.

Peace