“This new type of man turns his interests away from life, persons, nature, ideas — in short from everything that is alive; he transforms all life into things, including himself and the manifestations of his human faculties of reason, seeing, hearing, tasting, loving…..The world becomes a sum of lifeless facts; from synthetic food to synthetic organs; the whole man becomes part of the total machinery that he controls and is simultaneously controlled by. He has no plan, no goal for life, except doing what the logic of technique determines him to do. He aspires to make robots as one of the greatest achievements of his technical mind, and some specialists assure us that the robot will hardly be distinguished from living men. This achievement will not seem so astonishing when man himself is hardly distinguishable from a robot.”

–Erich Fromm

I went to take the trash down to the dumpster, and left my house keys sitting on the table. I had two big armloads of trash bags, and it was going to be a quick trip, so I just wore a t-shirt. It’s like 30 degrees out right now. So I ran to the dumpster, threw my shit in there…and then turned in horror as I reached into my pockets and realized I was now locked outside with no keys and nobody inside I could call to let me in. (Ahh the irony of living in a world where I take my phone to the dumpster, but not my keys.)

So I sat, in the cold, pushing the page button for every single apartment in the building, until some kind soul finally buzzed the door and let me in. Our awesomly ghetto apartment doesn’t have an intercom, so you can’t tell who you are letting in. So normally, when someone pages my apartment and I haven’t called for a pizza or know anyone that is coming over, I never buzz the door for them. But now I’m always going to have to wonder if some poor dumbass isn’t down there freezing his ass off because he forgot his keys.

Anyway…thank you, whoever you were that was brave enough to let a stranger into the building. It’s much warmer in here.

Awesome. Absolutely awesome.

This has to be one of the most painful things I’ve ever watched.

Be sure and watch the video in the sidebar.

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What an asshole. Depriving the world of Katie.

Yipee! I just checked the tracking information and my copy of The Electrifying Conclusion is Out For Delivery!!!

So that’s totally awesome.

What’s not totally awesome is that apparently no regimen of beer and other pharmacologicals can prevent me from dreaming about stuff I would really rather not dream about. At least since I’ve resumed smoking the good stuff, they aren’t quite as vivid. But they still happen.

So I spent most of the weekend watching Ali G and Aeon Flux via Comcast OnDemand. I also watched Speak, Batman Begins, the last half of Pieces of April, Me and You and Everyone We Know and a few various other less than notable movies. Exciting life, no? No. Not at all.

It’s really quite amazing how much of a TV junky I’ve turned in to. I used to really hate TV, but we seem to have reached critical mass of something near 1000 channels plus OnDemand and now I can usually find something to watch, whenever I want. It’s dangerous, but I guess it’s probably partially responsible for breaking my addiction to WoW. Which I guess could be construed as a good thing.

Part of me misses WoW, but every time I sign on, I just don’t feel connected anymore. None of the quests seem worth doing…blah…I get bored even thinking about it. Yet I know Hipgno would probably like me to keep playing…but I just can’t. Maybe when the expansion pack comes out I’ll be able to dive back in…who knows.

Anyway…So I partied Friday night, utterly wasted the rest of the weekend in a haze of smoke, TV, guitar and beer…and then last night went out with RobSurge, his wife, and Dimitri to the most killer pub I’ve ever been to. They had like 100 beers on tap. I had a Dead Guy Ale (ON TAP! UNHEARD OF OUT HERE!), a 60 minute IPA, and uhmm…another 60 minute IPA. That’s right, 100 beers, many of which I’ve never tried….and I stuck to the known favorites. It’s pretty amazing though, 60 minute tastes WAY different from the tap. Scarily even the same beer really.

GODDAMN UPS TRUCK! GET HERE NOW!

Anyway…work calls. So this concludes my infrequent rambling post about nothing, meant only to make it look like I care about and update my blog sometimes. I suppose I’ll get around to writing a real post again here someday…if I can stay away from the TV long enough.

I’ll withold your name, but I just want to say I’m sorry for chatting with you over coffee in the kitchen, and then telling you that you’re totally gorgeous while standing right in front of your boyfriend. It was worth it for the smile you gave me, but I didn’t mean to make him pissed off at you, or at me. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You certainly didn’t tell me, or show it with those bambi eyes. How could I have possibly guessed that a girl like you would be with a guy like him? I mean he seemed pretty cool, had fairly good taste in music, probably a really nice guy over all. But you deserve so much more. So forgive me. I had no idea. Hopefully he didn’t stay angry too long after I left.

On second thought, hopefully I was the catalyst it took for you to decide to dump his ass. Call me. One of your friends can get my number.