First of all good evening, or morning depending on where you are. I received several emails telling me where I could buy armor. I appreciate it, but I don't want o buy armor. I want to make it. I want to make a steel suit or armor form fitted to myself. You may wonder why so I'll tell you. I'm in the helping profession. I love what I do, but I rarely ever see a finished product. In the end my product is a person who I (and my client) have deemed have handled their issues and no longer need services. It does not bring the same satisfaction as seeing something, a physical result that you worked so hard for. I envy the craftsman who has a piece of furniture or a machine that he can look at in the end and say "this is what I labored for." Did you know at one point I almost became a mechanic and at another point a chef because I was so in love with the idea of making something physical? As for why I want a suit or armor, there is no real reason really. Just for fun. I hope to live the rest of my life without getting in another physical fight, and even if I do get in another one, I know I wouldn't have time to crawl into the armor. I just think it would be neat to have a suit of armor, and I love the idea of building a forge (already have done mind you), melting metal, pouring it, shaping it, and practicing what I see as an art (metal forging) that many people have forgotten. I would want o listen to Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125 Choral while forging. After my armor I plan to forge my personal sword next.
I believe I mentioned Iron man the super hero when I was talking about forging armor in my last entry. As anyone who know me will tell you, I have a ton (literally) of comics. I love the idea of super heroes. I used to wish I was one so that I could fix the planet. I had this plan to get rid of countries and have one united world where every region contributed (very communist now that I think of it). I even had the countries of the world mapped out m\by what resource they could provide for the greater good of the planet. My dream died when I realized not everyone would go along and that even after I crafted the world with my superpowers, I would essentially be a fascist who the people opposed. And they would oppose because free will. Not everyone would agree with me and then it would be a war between my forces (united earth) and the rebels. In the end it would be just as much of a mess and I would be a superhuman fascist. So I decided not to go with my plan. Then I realized the only real superpowers I have are good looks, cleverness and a will that will not be broken. So worry not, I won't be reshaping the planet.
Yet.
Half the marvel Universe was created by radiation. There's always the future. Course the flipside is if you didn't become a superhero, you would almost certainly get cancer.
I was thinking about a class I took one time. The class was called paranormal psychology. As you can guess it was a class about paranormal events (ghosts, angels, demons, monster, etc.) It was a fun class. I remember one of the subjects was ESP. This can be defined as the ability to read minds for our purposes. The popular theory is that we as humans have many senses. We have sight, smell, touch, blah blah blah. The theory is we have sensory overload and because of all the sense pathways being blocked, we never get thought signals sent by other people. The theory is if we could block all our senses, the thoughts of other people could get thoughts of senses. Here is the crazy thing. It works.
There is a popular experiment where you take a man, put golf balls over his eyes, put him in a room with a red light bulb, and put noise cancellers on his ears. He can see or hear nothing. Another man in a different room will choose one of 12 cards at random and will think of that card only. Studies show that after about 30 minutes the man in the room will guess which card the man in the other room is looking at. Studies have a 38 percent hit rate on the first time. Do you know what that means? Tylenol only has a 24 percent chance. You have a better chance of ESP in the right conditions that Tylenol working.
So as most of my chums know, I'm testing out the new guns this weekend. I have to in order to get them to sight properly for me. Anyone wanna come along and waste several boxes of shells? I would prefer people who don't want to shoot me. I would prefer you not be one of the people who want to shoot me. Cause that would suck big time. But if you're interested, lemme know. I already have the bullets and ear plugs.
You know I've worked with schizophrenics. It has never bothered me with one exception. It creeps me out when I'm working with a schizophrenic who tells me they can see their dead relatives. It really creeps me out when they talk to thin air. I don't know why it bothers me so much but it does. I think it's because I believe in ghost. I wonder sometimes, are they really imagining dead people, or can madness let them see something that I don't. Creepy
I'm going to end this entry by telling you about an embarrassing situation. I awoke one morning recently to find the weather outside was rather enjoyable. I was half asleep mind you, but I decided to walk to the bottom of the drive and get the mail. I really didn't think anyone would be out then on my road. So I walked down the drive in my boxers. Well, not one, not two, but three cars saw me in the boxers. They had a vague scared look which I can understand. You don't usually see men in their underwear on the streets. Well at any rate I've met some neighbors now. I wonder which houses they live in?
I believe I mentioned Iron man the super hero when I was talking about forging armor in my last entry. As anyone who know me will tell you, I have a ton (literally) of comics. I love the idea of super heroes. I used to wish I was one so that I could fix the planet. I had this plan to get rid of countries and have one united world where every region contributed (very communist now that I think of it). I even had the countries of the world mapped out m\by what resource they could provide for the greater good of the planet. My dream died when I realized not everyone would go along and that even after I crafted the world with my superpowers, I would essentially be a fascist who the people opposed. And they would oppose because free will. Not everyone would agree with me and then it would be a war between my forces (united earth) and the rebels. In the end it would be just as much of a mess and I would be a superhuman fascist. So I decided not to go with my plan. Then I realized the only real superpowers I have are good looks, cleverness and a will that will not be broken. So worry not, I won't be reshaping the planet.
Yet.
Half the marvel Universe was created by radiation. There's always the future. Course the flipside is if you didn't become a superhero, you would almost certainly get cancer.
I was thinking about a class I took one time. The class was called paranormal psychology. As you can guess it was a class about paranormal events (ghosts, angels, demons, monster, etc.) It was a fun class. I remember one of the subjects was ESP. This can be defined as the ability to read minds for our purposes. The popular theory is that we as humans have many senses. We have sight, smell, touch, blah blah blah. The theory is we have sensory overload and because of all the sense pathways being blocked, we never get thought signals sent by other people. The theory is if we could block all our senses, the thoughts of other people could get thoughts of senses. Here is the crazy thing. It works.
There is a popular experiment where you take a man, put golf balls over his eyes, put him in a room with a red light bulb, and put noise cancellers on his ears. He can see or hear nothing. Another man in a different room will choose one of 12 cards at random and will think of that card only. Studies show that after about 30 minutes the man in the room will guess which card the man in the other room is looking at. Studies have a 38 percent hit rate on the first time. Do you know what that means? Tylenol only has a 24 percent chance. You have a better chance of ESP in the right conditions that Tylenol working.
So as most of my chums know, I'm testing out the new guns this weekend. I have to in order to get them to sight properly for me. Anyone wanna come along and waste several boxes of shells? I would prefer people who don't want to shoot me. I would prefer you not be one of the people who want to shoot me. Cause that would suck big time. But if you're interested, lemme know. I already have the bullets and ear plugs.
You know I've worked with schizophrenics. It has never bothered me with one exception. It creeps me out when I'm working with a schizophrenic who tells me they can see their dead relatives. It really creeps me out when they talk to thin air. I don't know why it bothers me so much but it does. I think it's because I believe in ghost. I wonder sometimes, are they really imagining dead people, or can madness let them see something that I don't. Creepy
I'm going to end this entry by telling you about an embarrassing situation. I awoke one morning recently to find the weather outside was rather enjoyable. I was half asleep mind you, but I decided to walk to the bottom of the drive and get the mail. I really didn't think anyone would be out then on my road. So I walked down the drive in my boxers. Well, not one, not two, but three cars saw me in the boxers. They had a vague scared look which I can understand. You don't usually see men in their underwear on the streets. Well at any rate I've met some neighbors now. I wonder which houses they live in?