Wednesday, November 26, 2014


“The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.”

“No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?”
    ―Richard Bach, Illusions  
A sunset is just wavelengths of light refracted through the atmosphere as the sun disappears behind the horizon. Clouds are water vapor, fog in the sky. And the sky? It doesn't even really exist.


In the mood to smoke a pipe on the front step of quaint A-frame house, in the middle of some secluded wilderness away from this shitty world, with a scruffy man beside me.
   -Lost & Weary

Feel Something:

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
 ―Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park 
I'm reading Eleanor & Park now.  Well, not at the moment. Right now, I'm actually posting a blog entry. But later, I'll be finishing the book. I left off at Chapter 22.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Time Goblins:

I buy the minutes you squander from a team of traveling goblins who steal those extra minutes and resell them. I don't have 24 hours in a day; I have 36. Every time you come to your senses after drifting off into some sort of vacant stare, well, thank you. Those are now my minutes, and I intend to use them to torment you.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Something Crazy:

If i could be any part of you i'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks and die on your lips, but please dont say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Prefers Waffles:

I'm a member of the group Prefers Waffles Over Pancakes. What's your preference? I didn't realize it was so controversial. See the discussion at Tougher Than Timber:

I almost unfollowed you because you chose pancakes over waffles but I just like your blog too damn much.
    A question by Anonymous

Love Me:

Love me like I'm your first.
Your should really be reading Blossomfully. She's a beautiful soul. I wonder if I should create a tumblr blog. That platform seems to have the best bloggers.

Slowly At First:

I met a woman that really liked my blog. She fell in love with it the way Hazel Grace fell in love with Augustus Waters. The same way we fall asleep. Slowly at first and then all at once.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Almost Famous:

Cuppycake Charisma put a photo of me on the cover of National Geographic. I'm almost famous.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Can't Go Home:

Home is a time, not just a place.
  -Ian Thomas
My home is in the past, that's why I can never go home.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Keep It Together:

When you feel like you're falling apart and you can't keep it together any longer, wrap both arms around yourself, and hold yourself together.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Lonely Tonight:

What truths do you suspect are lies?
What are you afraid to speak out about?
When was the last time you felt confident about the future?
Can you remember that long ago?
What keeps you awake at night?
When was the last time you wanted to die?
Is your soul on life support?
Are you looking for a miracle cure?
Do you have plans to make things right?
Tell me your story.
I'm lonely tonight.


She was like the ocean, full of hidden depths, dark shoals, and sudden storms. I spent months lost at sea.

Monday, November 17, 2014


It was like she had the world inside her and I wanted to explore every country.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Go Forth:

Monday is coming and I'm trying a different strategy, a pre-emptive pep talk. Somewhere between now and Friday, there will be an existential crisis, probably hours of depression and self-loathing, maybe even tears. I'm telling you now you can handle it. There is nothing that will happen between tonight and Friday that you can't handle. Your life is your life and and it beats the darkness:

Your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Be on watch.
There are ways out.
There is a light somewhere.
It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
Be on watch.
The gods will offer you chances.
Know them.
Take them.
You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes.
And the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be.
Your life is your life.
Know it while you have it.
You are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.
-Bukowksi, The Laughing Heart


Drugs are concentrated money.
   -Victor Vazquez


You meet a lot of temporary people in Second Life. But every once in awhile, you meet someone with staying power.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Self:

Really, a self is just a matrix of cognitive associations. Learned behaviors, tastes, opinions. Conditioned fears and and culturally imparted memories.... And with a complete enough series of progressive cognitive indices, with a more-or-less full ontogentic trajectory, you had a person. Theoretically, if could activate this data, you could simulate an entire other person.
    -Darin Bradley, Chimpanzee

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Lost and Weary Traveler:

You should really be reading the blog of the Lost and Weary Traveler. She's a beautiful soul. In her own words, she's "a laid back person with a ton of anxiety." I think that's because she's Canadian. They're like that.

Monday, November 10, 2014

One Of Those Moments:

Sometimes the most significant moments in our lives happen when we make no choice at all. This was one of those moments. Her feet must have been only two feet from the ground as her body dangled like a rag doll from the door hinge. There was chaos: screams, officers running, hands shaking, fellow inmates praying, everyone watching with morbid curiosity as her limp body crashed on the cement floor, cracking her skull. Not that it mattered; she was already dead.
 -Linda Michell Marquardt, Milk & Tea

Sunday, November 9, 2014

New Home:

I found a new place. It's not as beautiful and tranquil as it appears in the photo. I derendered everything that didn't fit in. There's life underneath the water. Some kind of Captain Nemo thing going on. Just dive off the dock and head down.  If you would like to visit, click here.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

My Secret Life:

Everyone has three lives, a public life, a private life and a secret life.
-Gabriel García Márquez
SL is my secret life.

Don't Drown:

Depression comes in waves. Don't let it drown you. Keep your head up and breathe.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Me Too:

Something to believe in.

The Candy Man:

Who can take a sunrise
Sprinkle it with dew
Cover it in chocolate
And a miracle or two
The candy man can
I used it to sit next to the Candy Man. He was always in a good mood and sharply dressed. He decorated his cube with pictures of his family and awards and certificates from his many years in the Navy. Even though I had started working there before him, my cube was bare, like I had just started yesterday.

He kept a bowl of candy on his desk. I resisted it as much as I could. I didn't want to be beholden to him. But every once in awhile, when nobody was looking, I snatched a piece and gobbled it down before anyone could see me.

I asked him why he put candy out. I thought it must be his way of ingratiating himself with his fellow employees as the new guy. Before him, I was the new guy. He said that he started the practice in the Navy, but he didn't really explain why.

We both moved on. He moved to another building, and I moved down the hall. I think I know why he did it. He was lonely. He wanted people to stop for a piece of candy and talk to him. I think it's time I got a candy bowl.

Certain People:

I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Why You Can't Sleep:

I know why you can't sleep. It's because somewhere, right now, someone needs you to believe in them. You. You need to believe in you. You must have faith in yourself. Screw the gods. They've been letting people down for thousands of years. Worship yourself. Be your own god, the first one ever to answer your prayers. Miracles don't come from above, they come from within.

Election Night:

 Those who cast the votes decide nothing. Those who count the votes decide everything.


This is what a homeless guy looks like in SL.

Monday, November 3, 2014

A Short Story:

He was a collector of short, insignificant quotes with no actual use other than to postpone suicide. And when he ran out of quotes, that was it.

Sunday, November 2, 2014


I'm homeless in SL now. My place sold after being listed for sale for a couple of months. I may be homeless for awhile. I was looking at places for sale and none of the parcels look attractive for the price that they're being offered at. It makes me wish I would have kept my old place.

Perhaps it doesn't matter. I kept a place in world so that people could demo my products. But most sales are through the marketplace, so for me a parcel in world really isn't necessary.