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Incoherence at its finest.
Aug. 4th, 2006 12:54 amHappy Birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
droewyn! Yay for prezzies!
greyweirdo, did you try to call me today? Whomever it was that rang my phone definitely wanted to get a hold of me, as they called five times.
Simulated robot learns from a teacher using words. Much like teaching a child, in a sense, with words used accompanying actions, then the words themselves, once understood, being recombined into learning new actions without the demonstration. Very interesting.
The freedom fries are french again. Took them long enough.
Proposed legislation could make any crime subject to military tribunal. Including the "crime" of speaking out against the government, potentially. One should hope that it never comes to pass.
Feeling a lot like Monica in this Wapsi Square cartoon: August 3, 2006 - "Enlightened and so Goddamned Stupid". Could probably use something out of the motivator creator to help me not feel bad.
Today was just another yesterday - a child pulled a fire alarm in the youth department today (the evacuation happened right when the rainstorm was worst, and apparently we were the only people who actually moved. It was a very orderly and effective evacuation, though, so that counts positive for everything), I saw a car behind me go sideways to the road after hearing it hit something, and then, to top it all off, tonight was my night for throwing someone out of a softball game. Just a lot of emotional dumping and it all mixes together with my usual fears and insecurities and green eyes and blue eyes and red eyes leading to grey eyes. Not silver ones - those sparkle with life and merriment. Grey eyes.
It's sort of the feeling of what happens when you retreat to the outside of the party - you're still there, but things and conversations and emotions sort of bend around you, and you observe, but you don't really participate. Everyone's neatly involved in something, paired or grouped off properly, and adding yourself to it would just throw things out of whack. Can't be unhappy at them, so I'm unhappy at me, instead. I don't need permissions, but I feel like I'm trying to justify everything to someone else. All brains and no social skills. Been there, did that, got slapped around by a trout and bashed on the head with a frying pan. So very enlightened and so very goddamned stupid, all at once.
Cutting this off before it goes farther out into left field. Would waste text and repeat what's already been said. Give me a night to sleep on it, and I'll be better in the morning, anyway. Maybe it's that time of the month for me. (After all, I do tend to score female when it comes to things.) Things will return to their keel, move along, citizen, nothing to see here. Whatever issues I have, they can be distracted or buried until they rise again. They'll be back, sure, but I try to make their orbits longer every time I throw them out again. Maybe on the next one I'll greet them with a fine, Inherently Superior, Issue Atomizer.
droewyn! Yay for prezzies! greyweirdo, did you try to call me today? Whomever it was that rang my phone definitely wanted to get a hold of me, as they called five times. Simulated robot learns from a teacher using words. Much like teaching a child, in a sense, with words used accompanying actions, then the words themselves, once understood, being recombined into learning new actions without the demonstration. Very interesting.
The freedom fries are french again. Took them long enough.
Proposed legislation could make any crime subject to military tribunal. Including the "crime" of speaking out against the government, potentially. One should hope that it never comes to pass.
Feeling a lot like Monica in this Wapsi Square cartoon: August 3, 2006 - "Enlightened and so Goddamned Stupid". Could probably use something out of the motivator creator to help me not feel bad.
Today was just another yesterday - a child pulled a fire alarm in the youth department today (the evacuation happened right when the rainstorm was worst, and apparently we were the only people who actually moved. It was a very orderly and effective evacuation, though, so that counts positive for everything), I saw a car behind me go sideways to the road after hearing it hit something, and then, to top it all off, tonight was my night for throwing someone out of a softball game. Just a lot of emotional dumping and it all mixes together with my usual fears and insecurities and green eyes and blue eyes and red eyes leading to grey eyes. Not silver ones - those sparkle with life and merriment. Grey eyes.
It's sort of the feeling of what happens when you retreat to the outside of the party - you're still there, but things and conversations and emotions sort of bend around you, and you observe, but you don't really participate. Everyone's neatly involved in something, paired or grouped off properly, and adding yourself to it would just throw things out of whack. Can't be unhappy at them, so I'm unhappy at me, instead. I don't need permissions, but I feel like I'm trying to justify everything to someone else. All brains and no social skills. Been there, did that, got slapped around by a trout and bashed on the head with a frying pan. So very enlightened and so very goddamned stupid, all at once.
Cutting this off before it goes farther out into left field. Would waste text and repeat what's already been said. Give me a night to sleep on it, and I'll be better in the morning, anyway. Maybe it's that time of the month for me. (After all, I do tend to score female when it comes to things.) Things will return to their keel, move along, citizen, nothing to see here. Whatever issues I have, they can be distracted or buried until they rise again. They'll be back, sure, but I try to make their orbits longer every time I throw them out again. Maybe on the next one I'll greet them with a fine, Inherently Superior, Issue Atomizer.
