Pasted from my LJ: I figured you fans of my smartass-ness would like this.
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Well, it seems that once again, one of a certain asshole ex-friend's roommates moved out on him and his two cock-hounds. And of course, true to form, the three of them are on a Character Assassination campaign. They do this any time they don't get their way or any time someone severs ties with them. Thanks, you guys, for living up to my fucking expectations.
This entry is for them, since I know they read my blog.
"Occam's Razor--" Sounds ominous, doesn't it? It's just the title given an old saying:"The simplest explanation is usually the correct one." Here are a couple examples:
Example one:
You surround yourself with a sort of surrogate family, a "Brotherhood." It falls apart around your ears. They all leave, become your enemy, or otherwise sever ties with you. You form another "Brotherhood." This one, too, falls apart. Each time it happens, you wonder what went wrong. Ever thought, even once, if for only a second, that the problem was YOU? Being the only thing each of these surrogate families have in common, it does make for the simplest and most convincing explanation.
Example two:
You can't support your lifestyle without a roommate. You take one after another in, and when it all ends, each time, you claim that you were the one screwed over... They in turn state the opposite, that they were screwed over by you. Each roommate in turn is regaled with stories of how awful the previous ones were, so they tend not to get along. The only thing these people have in common is once again you. Again, ever thought YOU might just be the one that's fucking it all up, and that the ex-roomies are telling the truth about you? It's the easiest answer. The simplest explanation. Occam's Motherfucking Razor, +5, Vorpal, Dancing, and all up in your ass.
A couple more passes across the stone, and good ole' Occam's Razor will be ready to split atoms. A few dozen or so strops (YES, that is a correct spelling and use of the word) on the barber's razor strap and you could prove the existence of quarks.
So there you go, folks. Your very own Occam's Razor. Now do us all a favor and use it to rid the world of your existence.
[ Current Mood | cynical ]
[ Current Music | The Churning Sound of My Own Utter Disgust. ]
Well, it seems that once again, one of a certain asshole ex-friend's roommates moved out on him and his two cock-hounds. And of course, true to form, the three of them are on a Character Assassination campaign. They do this any time they don't get their way or any time someone severs ties with them. Thanks, you guys, for living up to my fucking expectations.
This entry is for them, since I know they read my blog.
"Occam's Razor--" Sounds ominous, doesn't it? It's just the title given an old saying:"The simplest explanation is usually the correct one." Here are a couple examples:
Example one:
You surround yourself with a sort of surrogate family, a "Brotherhood." It falls apart around your ears. They all leave, become your enemy, or otherwise sever ties with you. You form another "Brotherhood." This one, too, falls apart. Each time it happens, you wonder what went wrong. Ever thought, even once, if for only a second, that the problem was YOU? Being the only thing each of these surrogate families have in common, it does make for the simplest and most convincing explanation.
Example two:
You can't support your lifestyle without a roommate. You take one after another in, and when it all ends, each time, you claim that you were the one screwed over... They in turn state the opposite, that they were screwed over by you. Each roommate in turn is regaled with stories of how awful the previous ones were, so they tend not to get along. The only thing these people have in common is once again you. Again, ever thought YOU might just be the one that's fucking it all up, and that the ex-roomies are telling the truth about you? It's the easiest answer. The simplest explanation. Occam's Motherfucking Razor, +5, Vorpal, Dancing, and all up in your ass.
A couple more passes across the stone, and good ole' Occam's Razor will be ready to split atoms. A few dozen or so strops (YES, that is a correct spelling and use of the word) on the barber's razor strap and you could prove the existence of quarks.
So there you go, folks. Your very own Occam's Razor. Now do us all a favor and use it to rid the world of your existence.
It'd sure be nice if people like that all had to live on an island with only themselves and find a way to figure things out on their own. (I'm assuming they'd kill each other off pretty quickly so it'd be good for everyone)
Have a great weekend.
xoxo