Hello sweet Q-tips. Like my lyrics that much? It's not nice to reinforce stereotypes. Don't force me to lose it.

In light of my most recent post on entropy and information, I would like to talk about recent discouraging events in my life. Not that I ever let the buggers get me down, dig? I got pills. To throw at the devil. Shi-pang!

I don't want to be "en-couraged" though, yo. So no probs. Chickens for peace. Nerd-net amendment forev. Well... I... Don't wanna be a soldier mama I don't wanna die.

The new challenge of the whole world? How to get rid of all the people without anyone getting hurt. Then bambi can be free. I'm not a menace. Logan.

Ah, those events. Well, as you may recall if you were able to decipher my highway post, my car is an ex-car. Gone. Kaput. No choo-choo. There have also been other examples of breaking or gremliny electrotchotchkes.

Car - (I get to list it twice)
Car - (no, three times, thrice) (Did I mention it's gone?)
Cell phone - Dislocated and zzzed. I have a vague memory of it being someplace dark and oval.
Video Camera - No longer interested in strict documentation. Creative outbursts. Mostly lines.
Printer - Paper went down the wrong tube. Now on hunger strike and noise music binge.
iTunes - Also into noise - really into 21st c. remixes - mostly pops, echos, & burbling. Annoyo-hip. But not hip.
computer - Excercize in voodoo has been channelling vibes can't stoop that low or print. Will?
DVD player - Boxy rainbow compression blips glitter in constellations of error. i just go "ching."
Wireless internet - Curls of smoke, background static from the big bang, big swell bubble hole.
my favorite toothpick - broken

So spit it out wastoid. You wanna spit mucus at us or what? But let me tell you one thing - all the best scientific thought was irrational. Rationality is great for some things I'm sure, but does it help you turn off your alarm before it rings? What is the scientific method? Does it not start with a hypothesis? Is this backed up by experimental evidence? Not when it is first made, or else it would already be proven and not worth investigating. Great for corrupt drug companies, bad for the immortal metamind. What is a hypothesis? It is a feeling. An irrational spurt of iffy connections. The edge of the world is a blurland of fantasy, half-truths, and false paths with some jackpots waiting for some crackpots.

After very sturdy thoughts I have leaped to the hypothesis that this is a product of the simple equasion that is entropy. The world is falling apart slowly, no pretty quickly, especially highly complex things like teal 95 escorts and your thought patterns. It takes energy to keep them organized. But it also takes information entropy. In the mind, concentration is the ability to use energy to keep information flow well organized. Now, if we want to keep something organized in the real world, (like, say, a pile of applications and letters of recommendation) we first use energy to think about that thing and the actions we will take with it. So we have reduced the entropy of that thing in our mental holograph of the world. Then we use energy to suck the entropy out of that thing until just that one bit of reality resembles our idealized holograph. But what can be done with this entropy? It can't be destroyed (that's a rule, man) but it can be swept under the rug. Now, this entropy is inside out mental holograph world, so it moves to the objects hard by, conceptually. So if, for example, iTunes is not essential to keeping the pile of bs papers organized, but is in constant use during the process, the mental entropy is absorbed in the holographic iTunes. At this point it appears that iTunes has developed a never-before-seen unlikely glitch, such a strange sound that it can hardly be real, accompanied by a feeling of strangeness (like your hands are on backwards and your fingers are kielbasas) and a smell of dog crap. And, oh, the video camera is not working at the time, so the sound cannot be documented. And the only thing more unlikely than a program developing an extremely unlikely glitch? That the glitch will mysteriously solve itself. So this afternoon after walking Skillet to the post office of couse the music sounds normal. Was it a real world effect or the holograph superimposing itself over the world in a time of excess entropy? Who knows? Who cares? My car is still busted. The real printer is probably floating in space, and I'm just mentally burning myself. You can just shift the black dots around, you can't erase them. Eventually they get inside you and then you had better clear up the holograph cause or else you sleep with the escorts.

Plants seem to grow in such a orderly fashion. It's so natural. But they must be destroying printers of people who live on the sun. They don't get burned. They only come out at night.