I watch a lot of French youtube videos with my daughter. Maybe we’re both learning something?
Anyway, happy new year. 2013’s been good to me, let’s see what 2014 is like.
The bad news is that I live in Texas, so I only have four months until I really, really don’t want any more waste heat in my room.
The really bad news is that these two eruptors that I bought are not going to make back what I paid for them in time. Not unless I leave them on for all four months and Bitcoins stabilize at about $1,000 and namecoins achieve 1=1 parity with bitcoins.
So, when they tell you don’t get into mining unless you’re getting in all the way, they mean it. It’s over for small investments in mining. Unless you want an expensive space heater.
Legend of the Galactic Heroes is so good that it makes me want to finish up other projects so I can devote my life to doing the same thing as Legend of the Galactic Heroes except with the French Revolution and wooden spaceships.
This is a picture of a DJ dressed as Papa Smurf holding a large framed version of a drawing I did depicting an Oompah-Loompah punching Thomas the Train.
I’m not sure I understand it all either, but that’s more or less what this is.
I stay up all night drawin’ the comics, because it’s what I like to do. I probably shouldn’t as much as I do. I don’t care, because comic books are one of the four pillars of the universe and they require a lot of time from their self-appointed priesthood such as myself.
I don’t like zombies, but I like that you like them, because it lets me know what I can draw that you will probably pay for. Maybe not you. Maybe your twelve-year-old nephew.
If I knew what else was popular, I’d draw that too. I’m suffering through the Walking Dead right now, which is the first show I’ve ever watched all the way through that was as bad as I thought it was going to be. As far as I can tell that show has absolutely nothing going for it but the fact that it is the world’s longest zombie movie. We really love apocalypse procedurals, but they’re damn hard to do. The Walking Dead is the closest to good that we have, and it’s really far.
Watching human vocal cords come online, as exemplified by my young daughter, is delightful. The aspirant sounds seem to come first, the hhhhhhhhhhs and the uhhhhhs. Interesting that the word “aspirant” has both meanings like this — she’s a fairly aspirational little girl. She has things she wants to do, places she wants to go. She wants to know what’s in that cabinet. She wants to know what happens when you bang the car keys into the wall over and over again.
I’m in favor of socialized food.
I get food stamps. I didn’t used to, but now I have a kid, so now I do. I think they’re awesome. I think everybody should get food stamps. I don’t see any reason why anybody should even have to waste a single moment wondering where to get healthy, nutritious food.
In fact, it fucking pisses me off that that is not obvious to everybody. Everybody who is not a farmer is equally a parasite, so I wish everybody would learn to share.
And if my house gets burgled by somebody who needs cash because they had to spend all their crack money on food, it’s not going to make me feel any better that I’m one of the Good Poor People and I’m Not Like Them.
If I learned nothing else from 9/11, it’s that poor people can do a shit ton of damage, and it’s cheaper to solve their problems than ignore them.
I don’t fucking care if somebody wants to take stupid drugs that fuck them up. I still don’t want them to starve, because starving people do desperate shit, and I don’t want to have to kill a burglar at my house. I know it’s legal, I just don’t want to.
The thing is that the Internet did not actually change the way we do business.
It just distracted us long enough to forget everything we ever knew. It took very little time.
All the old ways of business are still out there, exactly where they were. A little confused now that nobody is paying attention to them.