Contemplative Order of the Drunken Masters

“Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it.”
– Ellen Goodman (1941 - )

Normal is doing what other people tell you to to get things that other people tell you you want. Normal is making sure the things you’ve been told you want are better than the things your social groups have. Normal is trying to get a better paying job even if you don’t like it. Normal is never being happy where you are and believeing that happiness comes from aquiring new things. Normal is doing what you are expected to do. Normal is following the rules.

Why does anyone want to be normal? The only reason that I can see, immmediately, is that if you aren’t normal there are people who get upset and try to make you normal; Which can be boring, painful or terminal.

The economy is collapsing.  I’m taking a pay cut to go back to an old job.  There’s no telling where we’re going. Or which way the rower’s rowing. I’m burnt out and want a nap.

Here’s a theory; I’m a chaos engine. All the crazy stuff that happens in the world and my life comes from me.  When things are extra strange and scary, I get tired from all the energy I unconsciously expend.  Vise versa when things are more normal.

What does it mean when I laugh at the financial situation we are in? Why do I smile and laugh more the more I hear the economist nash and cry? How sick am I in the head or am I sick at all?

She does love her little jokes.  Occationally she likes to scare you until your asshole clenches so hard that you can fart a note that can only be heard by dogs. The important point is they let me go. Remember to make sure your tail lights work.

As I’ve posted before my best friend is getting married. He has just given me the honor of being his best man and I thank him for it. This does however mean that I have a lot to plan.  I have a speech to write a party to plan, and a wedding to help coordinate.  !! IN LAS VEGAS !! I’ve gotta come up with an acceptable wedding present. Best yet he is a fellow Discordian so this is just going to be one massive trip.

A pair of Discordian nut jobs and associated friends are going to meet up in a surreal and maddening place to celebrate a ritual. I can’t imagine what all is going to happen.  We’ll have to find out.

I promise to come up with all sorts of crazy plans and to not be disappointed when you tell me no.

Grandpa Snyder died last night about 12:30ish.

My Grandfather is getting close to dying.  It’s sad.  It’s also good.  He’s been sick for a while and when grandmother Snyder died it took a lot out of him.  He has been ready to go for a long time. So I’m glad for him and sad that he is on his way out.

Death is a part of life, fearing death is pointless, but you can miss your friends and family.

I wonder if the old lie told to kids doesn’t hold a good philosphy.  When people get old they leave to a far away place that we can believe is really nice and one day we can go visit them.

My good friend Chris is getting married. It feels oddly surreal.  Not that I think him incapable of finding someone for whom he would like to marry or that I don’t think he is the marrying type. It’s just never occured to me. I think I would have more of an oppinion here if I had ever met this person. I smell a road trip. Prepare for the arrival of the Tom.

I bought a pair of tactical shorts, tactical pants, a good belt, and a paddle holster for my glock. They are all awesome. I can highly recommend Tru-spec clothes. They are well put together and functional. Blackhawk makes an acceptable locking holster for the glock 23. It is funny that it also happens to fit my my airsoft Millenium.

I have never lived, am living, am not living, will never live, and will eventually live on a strange space ship hurtling through the cosmos that I choose to call earth because strange monsters that look like me call it that also. Everything I perceive is true in some sense, false in some sense, meaningless in some sense, true and false in some sense, false and meaningless in some sense, and true and false and meaningless in some sense. On not. You are, or are not, yourself and only you can decided what that means.

I love you.

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Cheap shorts made me think I’m fat.  These damn things have bad button thread.