Ramblings
Last Updated: Sunday, October 22, 2000 04:26 PM

Stupid Counter Trick - Wednesday, August 12th 1998 @ 7:56pm

I just thought of something neat to do. Get a counter graphic, you know the kind that have ten digits of the same size slapped together in one file. Now with some graphics program rearrange the numbers within the graphic. Now the page that has this counter is going to have some really weird hits! Well, this wasn't really a ramble in the traditional sense, but who cares -- I know I certainly don't.

Interconnected - Wednesday, June 3rd 1998 @ 7:50pm

This page is where I put all my ramblings.  I think that I have a lot of excess words in my head, I just got to get them out -- know what I mean?  Ya' know what?   When I was a kid I had excess water taken out of my head.  In medical terms I had water on my brain, or something like that.  Anyway, that was an excess that got taken out.  Hey, ya' know what else?  When I was 6, or 7, or 8, somewhere in there, a bat feel on my head!  It was a steel baseball bat too, hurt like hell.   I was visiting my cousin and both of us were playing baseball with some of his friends.  Some idiot got mad, from something stupid I imagine, and threw his bat into the air.  Guess where it landed?  I was kinda stupid too because I knew it was going to fall on my head, but I just stood there; strange huh?  Hey, you know what else is strange?  When I was 2, or 1, or 9 months, I saw a ghost.  Yep, really I did.  It was green and had a hat on.  It actually looked like a person, a tall guy.  But being 2 years old, and being raised to believe in Satan and hell, I thought it was the devil!  I screamed at the top of my lungs; never have seen it again.  I don't think it was Satan now though, I think it was my guardian angel.   (If you're reading this guardian angel, and I know that you are, I didn't mean it...come back!)

I think that all things are interconnected.  Sometimes when I'm reading my textbooks -- people do that stuff ya' know -- I get overcome with this magnificent feeling that I can learn anything.  I usually fall asleep soon after, but still, it's true.  Think about it.  If you're learning about how cells reproduce in some biology book then the thought might come into your mind why would it want to.  Once that happens you might want to learn about philosophy.  Hmm, this isn't turning out the way I anticipated, but it's true.  All knowledge is interconnected.  Once you're curious enough to learn one thing then that's enough to lead you on to learning everything...  Man, that was deep!  I oughta write a book.  If I did would you buy it?  I know I would.  Well, on second thought I wouldn't.  I mean if I wrote it why would I need to buy it, know what I mean?  I wonder if artists buy their own music.  I guess it would be kind of neat to hear yourself on the stereo, harmonizing and all.  I bet it would be cool to hear yourself in both speakers.   Hey, it's Tim, live and in stereo!  Okay, this ramble is over.  Sometimes I have to stop rambling otherwise it just starts to sound stupid.  It'll just kind of lose its magic and I'll just be talking and writing for no apparent reason.  You know, I'll be rambling.  Now this right here is rambling, but the stuff I wrote before wasn't, even though this page is called rambling.  The stuff I wrote before had kind of a flow to it, everything just kind of linked together, like it was interconnected.  See, I told you, everything is interconnected!

Once I was going to write a book about English and literature.  I was going to write about how evil it is.  Well, it's not evil or anything but I hate writing something because someone tells me to or forces me to, the way they do in school.  It was going to be called The Divine Funny Story.  Funny title, huh!  Anyway, I did write one chapter of it, actually it's a chapto in my speak.  See, I was going to use the Divine Comedy as a model.  Chapters were going to be chaptos, it wasn't going to have 100 of them, just 10; and I was going to write exclusively about hell!  Guess who Satan was cast as?  My writing teacher, who else.  The demons were English majors.  They were going to torture lost souls by making them read great works of literature, like the Divine Comedy, and make them write hideously long term papers.   The English building at my college was going to be the center of the hell.   "There Satan sat, begetting and espousing all kinds of useless nonsense.   Sure, it made sense to him, but it made sense to no one else.  But his demons loved him and followed his every command.  They lovingly made the lost souls learn, for example, why a rose was black.  What symbolism did it have?  Who the hell cared?"   Yep, it was going to be a first-rate piece of literature.  Kind of ironic though, don't you think?  A piece of literature that talks bad about literature...   Oh well, I guess that's just an oxymoron or something.

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