This week was my third at work. I'm starting to feel pretty comfortable, but there are still a couple of things that are gnawing at me. Firstly, I'm not convinced that I'm the employee they think I am - I am waiting for the day that I crash and burn due to inexperience. I know I can get that experience given time - hopefully I can hold out unscathed until then. Secondly, B-SM (my supervisor, or "BOSS" - ooohh scary!) had a chat with an associate and it sounded like he was discussing which of his team members might be suited to a project that the associate had in mind. It seemed for a moment like we were just waiting around at the office for someone to call and order us off of a menu, to be flown in to the patron for as long as they need us, then flown back to await another call. Yes, I have a vivid imagination.
There is a presentation going on sometime Monday. We were all assigned "bugs", or problems, that exist in the software being presented. I assumed mine were due Monday, and I really worked long and hard on Thursday and Friday, only to realize that they were not in fact due until the following Monday. This is fortunate, because I might have spent a good chunk of my weekend behind a keyboard, instead of climbing a mountain.
I saw JW Monday evening. We did something so special and memorable that I don't have a clue what it might've been. I think I can safely assume that we had fun. I spent Tuesday evening home alone, and I do not recall what I did that night either. This is getting scary. Oh yeah, I remember now. I installed a new development tool on my computer so that I could get my new Web site started. This will be the third time developing it. I've had to re-do it twice now because (you guessed it) I keep accidentally erasing the code files. This time I want to write a Web site that can be maintained on either a Windows or Linux machine, just in case I decide to switch to Linux someday. I downloaded a new development platform called "Ruby on Rails". The programming language is called Ruby, and it runs on a framework called Rails. It shows a lot of promise (or so I'm told), but as B-PM says, it will never be commercially viable due to Microsoft's dominance. I still haven't really started, but I'm hoping to get started in the coming months (a testament to the procrastinator in me).
On Wednesday evening I biked over to TA's for no particular reason. I managed to avoid JW walking back from a class held in the vicinity of TA's, though I tried not to. We played a round of Mario Golf, then sat around for a little while. I decided not to go to trivia (a weekly event at a local bar); instead opting to bike home and go to bed.
Thursday was more eventful - I went to JW's, and it turned out that a number of bad things had happened to her that day. We were able to resolve three of them before the evening was out, and she felt much better. The fourth one was unresolvable to our knowledge - she will have to deal with it for several days more. First of all, the oil company let her tank run dry. Unfortunately, due to the other things that'd happened, JW was in no position to push the company to do anything for her. They basically showed up and filled her tank up, as if nothing had happened. They did not give her any free oil or any discount on account of their gross incompetence and the inconvenience that they created. Her house was freezing when I arrived.
Her second problem had to do with that most familiar of villians - taxes. As it turned out, the government had somehow misplaced a revised T4 slip, and so they decided that she owed $600 more in taxes. The final problem was a missing flashlight - it was more a problem because it was needed for going down and turning on the furnace after the oil tank had been filled.
On Friday, JW went with her parents to a local craft show. It featured many of the same artists that we'd seen mere days before at Pier 23. I met her at her place after her parents had gotten to a safe distance, and we watched Christmas Vacation. I watch the movie every year. I've even been known to watch it in the summertime. I was impressed when JW's roommate identified the movie after only hearing one line of dialog.
I spent the night at JW's, and on Saturday I got up to go meet my mother and my aunt at the very same craft show JW had attended the evening prior. I had seen some nice photographs the previous week, and I decided that I was interested in buying one or two afterward. JW emailed the exhibitor and determined that she would indeed be at the show. I arrived at the show and found my mother close to the exhibitor. I went through the photos, only to find that the photo I'd remembered the most was my second favourite. Both were of Keji, a national park not too far from home. It's a great park, but I did not buy the photos because I love the park - I bought them because they were simply breathtaking. Well, I bought one of them - the other is going under the tree as a surprise gift from my grandmother. One was a shot of a dense thicket of evergreen trees - the definition in the branches is spectactular. In front of the trees is a small river and some grass that is more impressive than it sounds. The second shot is across a large lake. There are trees on an island quite far off taking up a large part of the photo, with sunlight making the top three-quarters of the trees look bright orange. There are also tree branches in the extreme foreground, close to the picture taker, with no leaves (it is a winter shot). I am now busy planning my winter getaway to Keji! The exhibitor's work can be viewed here, if you're interested in viewing it. Her name is Marlien Suermondt.
I also bought some fudge for JW at the craft show, before returning to her place. The fudge was as expensive as it was untasty - it had the consistency of play-dough, when JW and I both agree it should be more crumbly. Fudge is one of the very few things that I can make, so I'll have to make some some day as I like it more than the "good" stuff.
JW and I decided to go to Smitty's for breakfast/lunch, to use up some gift certificates that had been taking up space on my bureau for almost a year. She had the colossal omlette, and I had the benedict omlette, with bacon on the side (of course). The place was packed - we waited 10 minutes to get in. It was an interesting mix of college kids and seniors. After the meal, we went to the Hydrostone Market for bread - but no ordinary bread. I bought a stick of sourdough bread that can stand on it's own, literally and figuratively - it has a hard shell, and no toppings are required. We then went back to her place to pick up the directions to Gibraltar Rock, a hiking trail up a small mountain covered with boulders. Of course, we forgot the only item we had stopped for, but we were able to easily find the trail nonetheless.
The trail was very steep and not well-travelled. There were markers on the trees to keep the inexperienced traveller (us) from wandering off. The area was heavily forested, with large granite boulders lying around, mostly covered in moss or grass. There were several streams, and one in particular cascaded down a number of rocks to form a nice waterfall. JW took some great pictures of the area - of course I had forgotten my camera, so I was unable to capture a video of it. The trail was nice because it was difficult enough to challenge us and make us feel like we had achieved something when we reached the top. At the top, we gave in to the children within us by yelling at the top of our lungs into the valley below. JW yelled "the birdies are sleeping" - it could be heard echoing many kilometres away, confounding even the most disciplined of minds. I followed her bout of insanity with, "Pigs in Space", referring of course to The Muppet Show. Much to our amusement, a tiny car on the road far below stopped in a clearing visible to us and beeped its horn. I was momentarily very aware that perhaps hundreds of people might have heard us, but I couldn't help but laugh. We made our way back down the hill (note that we met the waterfall on the way down, not on the way up) and to the car just as darkness fell.
On the way out of the woods, we stopped at a convenience store for refreshments. I paid $1.50 for fudge that would've made the craft show fudge envious of shit. We then drove back to JW's to hang out. I went over to TA's around 8:30 - definately an error in judgment. We sat around and played golf again, while he fell asleep and I chugged a 750mL Jolt cola to keep from doing the same. AD, RD and JP came by and took us to AN & AB's for "games and such". Within 20 minutes, RD and JP were asleep, and the rest of us participated in an extremely immature conversation about miscellaneous items brought to our attention by game cards from the board game Scruples. We had to beat every moment out of the evening; eventually I was driven home at a very early hour.
Today I got up and went golfing with TA. This is the latest in the year we have ever gone. I'm hoping to get out next week, and the weather forecast is fairly good, but I'm not holding my breath. I played quite well with one exception, especially given that I normally do not play well in the late fall or early spring due to the conditions. I hit the ball further than I have in many months, with a few 3-woods going about 250 yds. Unfortunately, my ball came to rest close to a young sapling, and my 3-iron skinned about a foot of bark off of it about half way up. At least I didn't tear it out of the ground, as our playing partner suggested. I felt bad about the tree, but I hit really a great shot. It wasn't too cold, and my hands were not numb as they often are in November - this worked to my advantage!
After golf, I picked up my NES games from Toni; he had been going through them to upgrade his collection before I sell what's left of mine. Then, after a rather deep conversation with JW on MSN, I went to my parents' for dinner. We had tomatoe'd beef AGAIN - apparently somebody in the family (there are three of us) likes it. I don't dislike it I suppose. I did like the mashed potatoes, and I especially liked the crackers and dip we had before dinner, more so because I am not allowing myself crackers at home anymore. We watched golf as always after dinner - Stephen Ames won The Skins Game over stalwart Fred Couples. The lack of real tournaments is already making me crave golf action in 2007. After dinner, we dropped Mum's car off for an inspection, oil change, and to find out why the engine light's been on for the past month. We suspect it might be the exhaust, as the car sounds noisier than normal from the outside.
It is cloudy and cool. I am currently listening to "The Man-Machine" from "The Man-Machine" by Kraftwerk.
Movies watched this week: "Christmas Vacation"
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
1451 - Company B
I have just completed my first full week at Company B, after a five-week break following my abrupt (voluntary) departure from Company A. As you might have guessed, this is my second "real" job after university. I was quite literally thrown into the fire my first week, and I had serious reservations about whether I was cut out for the job. This week was much better, and I now believe that things will only continue to improve. I still felt like my productivity was low, but I am progressing. The projects at B are clearly larger, more complicated and more interesting than they were at A. They are also more clearly defined and documented, which is a nice change. I also feel like I am of more use at B, whereas my skills were largely going to waste at A. I do miss my friends at A, but I am hesitant to contact them because I suspect that the owner of A has badmouthed me as is the tradition there when an employee leaves. Still, I'm going to send an exploratory email to A-SH this week, if I can get her address from AN.
I suppose I should define a naming scheme so that you know a bit about who I'm talking about. I will use initials to describe my friends. A prefix of A- or B- (or others in the future) indicates a work friend from Company A, B, etc.
Anyway, apart from work, the week was fairly uneventful. I did go to JW's parents' house for dinner on Monday - it wasn't the first time but it was the first time in a while. JW's brother came, and it was like a family reunion, complete with the telling of many old stories and the incessant laughter. Of course, knowing nothing about these stories, all I could do was occasionally comment on them. The meal was perhaps the longest of my life - I believe we were at the dinner table for over three hours, between the eating, talking and waiting for JW's mother to get off the phone. I don't think dining room chairs are made for such extended use. Fortunately, I got to relax with JW in the outdoor hot tub after supper. It was really nice as I hadn't been in one in years. Her family is very nice - I don't dislike any of them (she will find that phrase amusing, for reasons not to be listed here). Her father is very quiet, at least around me. Perhaps he is uncomfortable that he is forced to wear clothes when I am around (an even longer story). Her mother is also nice, but a little verbose. She comes across as being very intelligent and she seems to be well read; she occasionally used words that I did not understand, and on at least one occasion I sensed that she was trying to gauge my understanding of the word (particularly after she learned that I am not well read). Fortunately it is not out of character for me to give short, vague answers, the purpose of which most often is to let the other person know that I do indeed exist - so I believe I escaped unscathed. Finally, her brother seems to be the most "normal" of the bunch (not to say that this is always a good thing, but in this case I think it is). He is friendly and funny, and he did most of the storytelling throughout the evening. He did not threaten my life over JW's happiness. The six-hour marathon that was a visit to JW's parents' finally ended at about 10:30, which gave us just enough time to go straight home to bed.
On Wednesday I played pool with AD, and then went over to JW's because she wasn't feeling well. On Thursday I went to JW's and we watched "Love Actually". She warned me that it was a "chick flick", but nothing could have prepared me for chaos that was to follow! The first half of the movie was actually alright - there were some mildly funny moments and the many intertwining stories moved along at a decent pace. Then, about eighty minutes into the movie, the ending began. Little did I know that the ending would take another fifty minutes! It was a relentless visual onslaught of literally hundreds of short scenes (none lasting more than a minute) as the movie quickly moved from one storyline to the next. It didn't seem like any scene was long enough to advance anything, except to remind us that the storyline existed. All of the endings (for all of the storylines) seemed to be dragged out much longer than was necessary to convey the humour and love that I thought the movie was trying to convey. I felt like the movie spun its wheels for about thirty minutes before the last twenty minutes finally brought some finality to the storylines. The thirty minutes spoiled my enjoyment of the movie, along with the sudden entrance of JW's roommates, who were completely engrossed the instant they entered the room.
Apparently I need to watch more "chick flicks", because I was completely blown away (and quite sickened) by how "perfect" the movie was, for a lack of a better way to describe it. Each scene was so perfectly romantic with such perfect comedic delivery where needed; the scenes were over the top and grandiose. At once I felt like the movie industry had set the idea of a relationship and of a man in general on such a high pedestal that no relationship or man could ever live up to the expectations of a woman buying into the movie. I was horrified to think that a woman might actually wish the world to be like the one portrayed.
I talked with JW after the movie and she was able to calm me down a bit. She compared the movie to the countless action movies that I have seen, pointing out that they are often as unrealistic. Looking back now, I think I was most concerned about the impact that the movie has on the viewer - after watching an action flick, I am not going to get in my car and go on a rampage through the city, running people down in the streets and other cars off the road. That does not seem realistic to me. However, I could completely see "Love Actually" affecting the way women approach relationships. I could see them wishing for a relationship that very few men could possibly provide. Then again, maybe women see it as being as fake as I see the average action movie being. Maybe they see it as an escape, after which they have no trouble returning to reality.
Anyway, I have decided that I need to watch a few more "chick flicks". I'm not sure if I've even seen another "real" one. I saw 50 First Dates (on a date, as it turns out), and I thought that it was good. Every woman seems to love "The Princess Bride", but so do I in that case. Maybe I accepted that movie because it is further removed from our current reality. I clearly know very little about the female psyche, so my negative response to "Love Actually" is probably completely unjustified. I suppose you can see now the strength of the response, as I have spent the bulk of my first real stimulator entry talking about it.
Okay, so on Friday JW and I went to eat at our favourite restaurant. It is an authentic Chinese restaurant and we both absolutely love the food there. We had one of our favourite dishes, along with the orange beef, which we both agreed was the best we'd ever had by far. It was a truly excellent meal, complete with our lettuce wrap staple and a bowl of hot and sour soup for me. We went to her place afterward to watch "The Wedding Crashers", which was far different than I had expected. I thought there would be more weddings crashed, and I thought a funnier movie could've been had out of that, but instead the movie was more a drama and it took a more serious tone at times as the wedding crashers fell into real relationships with real complications. It turned out to be good, but in an unexpected way. I think my false expectations were built on trailers I had seen on TV (AN shared my expectations).
On Saturday we got up and I rushed JW to a meeting about volunteering. I went home and tried to get some more sleep - I think I got fifteen minutes before JW's phone call woke me up again. I picked her up at home and we went down to an upscale craft/art show at Pier 23. There were some nice things there, but not much of interest to me. There were a few pictures that I really liked, but I am still not to a point in my life where I feel I can pay $125 for a photograph. The pictures were of nature scenes mainly. Overall, the show was quite boring - I would've had a terrible time except that I was with JW. After the show, she convinced me not to drive to Burnside to use a couple of gift certificates to get free submarine sandwiches; instead we went to the Economy Shoe Shop, which I used to resent because it seemed to be a hip place to go. Now I really like the place, especially the unique decorations and the many plants. JW also likes it, and we proceded to have our second excellent meal in as many days. We split the club wrap, which was really superb, and then dared to try a thai main course dish, that turned out to be very good. We drove back to her place to relax for a while after the meal, where we both agreed that we'd had a great day. I had been greatly anticipating hanging out with the guys later on in the evening, but JW somehow managed to quell that anticipation. I eventually tore myself away from her and walked over to TA's.
When I arrived, AN and AD were already there. We watched child molesters get busted by "Dateline" until CA arrived, and after a brief stint watching "Keeping Up Appearances", we returned to "Dateline". The plan for the evening was to watch the UFC pay-per-view at the Peel Pub. We left for the event around 10:00pm, only to find a large line at the Peel Pub. The Oasis had no line, but it seemed to be as crowded inside, and they were charging a $5 cover. So, we waited in line for about 30 minutes at the Peel Pub, eventually getting in on an error by one of the waitresses, who didn't have a table for us as it turned out. So we stood around waiting for a table to free up - luckily a large group got up across the bar, and Toni was able to worm his way through the crowd to secure a table.
The event was mediocre at first, but the last two matches were excellent (right after AN and AD left). The last match pitted a Canadian against a long-time American champion, and the crowd was clearly stoked. The match was fairly short, and it was dominated by the Canadian until he decisively won in the second round - the place went bananas, and even I yelled and cheered with delight, having been completely absorbed by the crowd. I was very proud to be a Canadian, as I often am, and it was a very special moment.
I didn't get home until 3am, and I didn't get up today until 11:40am. It's time to go to my parents' now - I have to pick up the car at JW's first. I don't feel particularly creative today, so I think that this entry will read rather drab - hopefully I'll do better in the future (for my own sake).
It is cloudy and cool. I am currently listening to "Conquistador Part 2" from "Labyrinth" by Juno Reactor.
Movies watched this week: "Love Actually", "The Wedding Crashers"
I suppose I should define a naming scheme so that you know a bit about who I'm talking about. I will use initials to describe my friends. A prefix of A- or B- (or others in the future) indicates a work friend from Company A, B, etc.
Anyway, apart from work, the week was fairly uneventful. I did go to JW's parents' house for dinner on Monday - it wasn't the first time but it was the first time in a while. JW's brother came, and it was like a family reunion, complete with the telling of many old stories and the incessant laughter. Of course, knowing nothing about these stories, all I could do was occasionally comment on them. The meal was perhaps the longest of my life - I believe we were at the dinner table for over three hours, between the eating, talking and waiting for JW's mother to get off the phone. I don't think dining room chairs are made for such extended use. Fortunately, I got to relax with JW in the outdoor hot tub after supper. It was really nice as I hadn't been in one in years. Her family is very nice - I don't dislike any of them (she will find that phrase amusing, for reasons not to be listed here). Her father is very quiet, at least around me. Perhaps he is uncomfortable that he is forced to wear clothes when I am around (an even longer story). Her mother is also nice, but a little verbose. She comes across as being very intelligent and she seems to be well read; she occasionally used words that I did not understand, and on at least one occasion I sensed that she was trying to gauge my understanding of the word (particularly after she learned that I am not well read). Fortunately it is not out of character for me to give short, vague answers, the purpose of which most often is to let the other person know that I do indeed exist - so I believe I escaped unscathed. Finally, her brother seems to be the most "normal" of the bunch (not to say that this is always a good thing, but in this case I think it is). He is friendly and funny, and he did most of the storytelling throughout the evening. He did not threaten my life over JW's happiness. The six-hour marathon that was a visit to JW's parents' finally ended at about 10:30, which gave us just enough time to go straight home to bed.
On Wednesday I played pool with AD, and then went over to JW's because she wasn't feeling well. On Thursday I went to JW's and we watched "Love Actually". She warned me that it was a "chick flick", but nothing could have prepared me for chaos that was to follow! The first half of the movie was actually alright - there were some mildly funny moments and the many intertwining stories moved along at a decent pace. Then, about eighty minutes into the movie, the ending began. Little did I know that the ending would take another fifty minutes! It was a relentless visual onslaught of literally hundreds of short scenes (none lasting more than a minute) as the movie quickly moved from one storyline to the next. It didn't seem like any scene was long enough to advance anything, except to remind us that the storyline existed. All of the endings (for all of the storylines) seemed to be dragged out much longer than was necessary to convey the humour and love that I thought the movie was trying to convey. I felt like the movie spun its wheels for about thirty minutes before the last twenty minutes finally brought some finality to the storylines. The thirty minutes spoiled my enjoyment of the movie, along with the sudden entrance of JW's roommates, who were completely engrossed the instant they entered the room.
Apparently I need to watch more "chick flicks", because I was completely blown away (and quite sickened) by how "perfect" the movie was, for a lack of a better way to describe it. Each scene was so perfectly romantic with such perfect comedic delivery where needed; the scenes were over the top and grandiose. At once I felt like the movie industry had set the idea of a relationship and of a man in general on such a high pedestal that no relationship or man could ever live up to the expectations of a woman buying into the movie. I was horrified to think that a woman might actually wish the world to be like the one portrayed.
I talked with JW after the movie and she was able to calm me down a bit. She compared the movie to the countless action movies that I have seen, pointing out that they are often as unrealistic. Looking back now, I think I was most concerned about the impact that the movie has on the viewer - after watching an action flick, I am not going to get in my car and go on a rampage through the city, running people down in the streets and other cars off the road. That does not seem realistic to me. However, I could completely see "Love Actually" affecting the way women approach relationships. I could see them wishing for a relationship that very few men could possibly provide. Then again, maybe women see it as being as fake as I see the average action movie being. Maybe they see it as an escape, after which they have no trouble returning to reality.
Anyway, I have decided that I need to watch a few more "chick flicks". I'm not sure if I've even seen another "real" one. I saw 50 First Dates (on a date, as it turns out), and I thought that it was good. Every woman seems to love "The Princess Bride", but so do I in that case. Maybe I accepted that movie because it is further removed from our current reality. I clearly know very little about the female psyche, so my negative response to "Love Actually" is probably completely unjustified. I suppose you can see now the strength of the response, as I have spent the bulk of my first real stimulator entry talking about it.
Okay, so on Friday JW and I went to eat at our favourite restaurant. It is an authentic Chinese restaurant and we both absolutely love the food there. We had one of our favourite dishes, along with the orange beef, which we both agreed was the best we'd ever had by far. It was a truly excellent meal, complete with our lettuce wrap staple and a bowl of hot and sour soup for me. We went to her place afterward to watch "The Wedding Crashers", which was far different than I had expected. I thought there would be more weddings crashed, and I thought a funnier movie could've been had out of that, but instead the movie was more a drama and it took a more serious tone at times as the wedding crashers fell into real relationships with real complications. It turned out to be good, but in an unexpected way. I think my false expectations were built on trailers I had seen on TV (AN shared my expectations).
On Saturday we got up and I rushed JW to a meeting about volunteering. I went home and tried to get some more sleep - I think I got fifteen minutes before JW's phone call woke me up again. I picked her up at home and we went down to an upscale craft/art show at Pier 23. There were some nice things there, but not much of interest to me. There were a few pictures that I really liked, but I am still not to a point in my life where I feel I can pay $125 for a photograph. The pictures were of nature scenes mainly. Overall, the show was quite boring - I would've had a terrible time except that I was with JW. After the show, she convinced me not to drive to Burnside to use a couple of gift certificates to get free submarine sandwiches; instead we went to the Economy Shoe Shop, which I used to resent because it seemed to be a hip place to go. Now I really like the place, especially the unique decorations and the many plants. JW also likes it, and we proceded to have our second excellent meal in as many days. We split the club wrap, which was really superb, and then dared to try a thai main course dish, that turned out to be very good. We drove back to her place to relax for a while after the meal, where we both agreed that we'd had a great day. I had been greatly anticipating hanging out with the guys later on in the evening, but JW somehow managed to quell that anticipation. I eventually tore myself away from her and walked over to TA's.
When I arrived, AN and AD were already there. We watched child molesters get busted by "Dateline" until CA arrived, and after a brief stint watching "Keeping Up Appearances", we returned to "Dateline". The plan for the evening was to watch the UFC pay-per-view at the Peel Pub. We left for the event around 10:00pm, only to find a large line at the Peel Pub. The Oasis had no line, but it seemed to be as crowded inside, and they were charging a $5 cover. So, we waited in line for about 30 minutes at the Peel Pub, eventually getting in on an error by one of the waitresses, who didn't have a table for us as it turned out. So we stood around waiting for a table to free up - luckily a large group got up across the bar, and Toni was able to worm his way through the crowd to secure a table.
The event was mediocre at first, but the last two matches were excellent (right after AN and AD left). The last match pitted a Canadian against a long-time American champion, and the crowd was clearly stoked. The match was fairly short, and it was dominated by the Canadian until he decisively won in the second round - the place went bananas, and even I yelled and cheered with delight, having been completely absorbed by the crowd. I was very proud to be a Canadian, as I often am, and it was a very special moment.
I didn't get home until 3am, and I didn't get up today until 11:40am. It's time to go to my parents' now - I have to pick up the car at JW's first. I don't feel particularly creative today, so I think that this entry will read rather drab - hopefully I'll do better in the future (for my own sake).
It is cloudy and cool. I am currently listening to "Conquistador Part 2" from "Labyrinth" by Juno Reactor.
Movies watched this week: "Love Actually", "The Wedding Crashers"
Introduction
I don't like the word blog, so I have decided never to use it again (present use accepted, of course). Instead, I will refer to this collection of characters as a neural stimulator, as my brain seems to be rather lacking in that department (among others, though I do not attempt to address them here). Unfortunately, this stimulator is not retroactive, and therefore the first 1450 weeks of my life are left shrouded in darkness, entrusted forever to a flawed biological unit. I will attempt to connect current events to events past to try to shed some light on this darkness as time marches on. Notice that I used the word 'attempt'; I am now relieved of any actual obligation because you, the reader, cannot know whether I have genuinely tried. You might have also noted that I used the word 'marches' to describe the progress of time - I used it because I often look at the future in a rather negative manner. I sometimes feel like my best years are behind me (particularly the childhood years), and I certainly feel like the Earth's best years are behind it. As time goes on, I find the former to be less true (which justifies the existence of this stimulator) and the latter to be more true.
I am not particularly knowledgable when it comes to world events / social causes, so I will leave that eternal discussion to those more qualified. It would be rather like a goldfish commenting on Victorian architecture (which, not at all interestingly, I also know nothing about). This stimulator will focus solely on my life, and as a result, it will be of very little interest to viritually any other lifeform capable of understanding it. I would be interested to know if I am mistaken!
- Maltesehamster
I am not particularly knowledgable when it comes to world events / social causes, so I will leave that eternal discussion to those more qualified. It would be rather like a goldfish commenting on Victorian architecture (which, not at all interestingly, I also know nothing about). This stimulator will focus solely on my life, and as a result, it will be of very little interest to viritually any other lifeform capable of understanding it. I would be interested to know if I am mistaken!
- Maltesehamster
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