The Start of Something New

It's been a while since I put my thoughts down for the world to read. Perhaps it's my own laziness or maybe just the fact that few people truly care. Either way the fact remains that a lot has happened over the past few months. Granted, most of it benign and uninteresting for a story, but relative nonetheless to what and where I am today. I'm not going to go into massive detail today mainly because it's 4 in the morning and I lack the energy and time to do so. This is mainly an attempt at recreating a schedule for myself; a sort of test run if you will. Does anyone read this crap? No, probably not. Few would care and I wouldn't blame them, but for now I will end it on a neutral note of ambiguity.

~S

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Problem With Women 2

iPadding

This thing is a true test to consumer stupidity.

When Steve Jobs comes out and says something akin to this being the notebook killer, he is insinuating that this thing is a computer. Technically, a calculator is a computer, so let’s be clear here.

This is tech-bling, plain and simple. This is that device you pull out of your backpack at the Bistro in downtown Manhattan while you sip your gourmet coffee and tap away on your sheet of glass you call a tablet. Yes, you are sure to attract the attention of passersby as you feign interest in some NY Times article you’re reading on your iPad while you passively adjust your turtleneck ever so slightly for maximum neck coverage.

It’s a toy. That’s all. An over-priced toy. I think people just have a fascination with moving colorful icons around on a piece of dark reflective glass.

I’m sorry Mr. Jobs, while I thought the iPhone was a cool idea, this time you’re just insulting my intelligence. I never did like Apple, and while my opinion of them might have started to change slightly, once I saw the iPad and Macbook Air, my opinion was locked down. I’ll stick to using real computers, Mr. Jobs.

Problem With Women

Zerging Horde

Sundered

Foundations solidified by a blistering time, sand driven deep by winds of tempest speed make not a crumbling shift, but a mass unmoved by gods nor the very time to which birth rites are doled. Not third but first the stars that shine do compete for the crown deserved by whom is seated, not so arrogantly, but humbly upon a throne shaped from generosity; a monarchy only befitting the traits of virtuous souls seated in pairs.

But to what is unmoved may be changed, not by time, but by truth. A truth challenged where generosity thrived shakes ground upon those who are seated, moving violently and mercilessly, sundering that which bore witness to eternity first hand. Forever, such is changed but irreversible and cursed, incapable of regressing to safer times, prohibited from progressing past, trapped and broken.

Now two, breaking the harmony which permitted its existence, smaller and meeker facing the pestilence of time, will not erode, but will outlast the sanity of men, standing as a reminder, incessantly screeching a song of madness. A perversion of perfection, sullied, sundered, does not go unpunished; a sin beyond the reach of redemption.

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