Individual ideas can now be expressed in neat little packages due to internet blogs, blog comments, blackberries, voicemail, post-it notes, and whatnot.
Thanks to modern advances in publishing and whatnot, there's an utterly amazing amount of stuff to read and/or watch. It's absolutely mind-boggling. What's even more absolutely mind-boggling is how much of it turns out to be totally redundant idiocy of no value whatsoever.
I've placed this blog comment window on my desktop so that I can dump any passing thoughts into it at my leisure. The strange thing is that I now need more than one comment window open at a time in order to organize my rambling thoughts into various categories.
I think it's because I currently fully understand the intended expansions for many of these thought sketches.
However, tomorrow, I may read them again and discover that I've forgotten what I was sketching out here.
That's the problem with dealing with abstractions.
If, instead, I was stacking boxes at Walmart or K-Mart, I'd not have that problem.
Well, I'd probably still be having consecutive thoughts going on while I was in the box-stacking mode/zone, but at least I'd be accomplishing something tangible.
NOTE: if you're not familiar with the rules of Texas Hold'em, the following might not make as much sense as it could otherwise.
Yesterday, I was saying something to Mrs Zen about turntaking in conversation and she went off at me. She didn't want to listen.
imagine what it's like growing up in an Italian family!
or worse yet, having interesting points to make at a weekly poker game where everyone at the table is shouting at you to shut the fuck up because they're so aggravated that you keep winning.
i oughta record some of the sessions.
they're absolutely hilarious.
V: "stop shuffling the cards!"
moi: "huh?"
V: "you're not allowed to shuffle the cards when you're not the dealer! it was MY turn to deal."
moi: "but i just dealt that last hand and was simply gathering up the cards and shuffling them while you were busy arranging your new winnings into your chip stack."
(my response was unheard by anyone because at the same time):
C: "it's against the rules to shuffle the cards unless it's your deal!"
moi: "C, you just did the same thing last hand while B and V were figuring out the All-In split -- when it was supposed to be *my* deal. [C confesses to it]. so, V, why didn't you complain about C shuffling when it was my deal?"
(again, my response was unheard by anyone except maybe C and V because at the same time):
K: "i think he does it to annoy us! and i'm not going to play anymore if everyone keeps arguing."
[K has been threatening to quit coming to the game several times at each game for the last twenty plus weeks -- same goes for E and M]
moi: "ideally, the more you shuffle the cards the more random the next deal will be. how can anyone possibly object to extra shuffling while the next pending dealer is busy doing something else? especially since wasting time between deals eats up the time between raising the blinds."
(completely unheard yet again by anyone else because my voice is calm and confident and not raised to compete with the other volumes)
V: "you're not allowed to shuffle the cards when you're not the dealer! it was MY turn to deal. when you shuffle the cards you ruin them for me! you know i don't like it."
[amidst the multi-uni-directional bickering, everyone else's attention is gotten]
C: "let's make a rule!"
[the overlapping yakking briefly stops]
moi: "ok. that's perfectly fine with me. and let's have a penalty, too. if you're not the dealer and you shuffle the cards in any way whatsoever after the hand is played, you have to pay a fine."
K: "no fines! no way."
simultaneously:
C: "um..."
+
V: "oh, no, we're not doing that!"
+
C: "nuh huh. no way!"
+
E, M, R, etc: [some variations of the above]
moi: "we'll make it a hundred dollar fine."
[a sudden blast of unintelligible angry gibberish from almost everyone]
and when the dust settles:
K: "yeah, and try to get it! i'm not paying no fines like that! that's crazy talk."
moi: "no, not a hundred dollars in cash, a hundred dollars in chips."
C (the admitted out-of-turn shuffler): "five dollars in chips."
moi: "five? the lowest blind we play is ten. but if you think a hundred is too much, how about fifty?"
all together:
C: "no more than five."
+
K: "i'm not paying ANY fines, not in cash NOR chips."
+ the original complainer about the alleged shuffling infraction:
V: "i'm not paying any fines either and you can't make me, you don't make the rules here! and stop shuffling when it's not your deal!"
moi (to C): "how about twenty-five?"
C: "five."
moi (to C): "ten. it's our standard game-starting small blind."
C: "five."
K to V: "i can't take all of this noise. if Z doesn't shut up i'm leaving."
+
E: "me too. and it's so wrong to shuffle the cards out of turn."
+
M: "this is all getting too stressful. (blah blah blah blah...)"
+
R: "hee hee hee, i'm gonna take a food break."
K to J: "how come you never say anything?"
J: [silence]
K to J: "seriously. you're always so quiet for most of the night. how come you rarely say anything?"
J: [silence]
K pleads for an answer from J while everyone else keeps bickering on and on.
J obliges: "well, i only talk when someone else finishes what they have to say."
46 comments:
I'm a big "why?" person.
Always have been.
Why?
I guess I love knowing stuff.
Why?
That's a good question.
Why?
I'm not sure exactly.
Etc. etc.
Tracking the way you spend your time has become far too easy.
Individual ideas can now be expressed in neat little packages due to internet blogs, blog comments, blackberries, voicemail, post-it notes, and whatnot.
Thanks to modern advances in publishing and whatnot, there's an utterly amazing amount of stuff to read and/or watch. It's absolutely mind-boggling. What's even more absolutely mind-boggling is how much of it turns out to be totally redundant idiocy of no value whatsoever.
I've placed this blog comment window on my desktop so that I can dump any passing thoughts into it at my leisure. The strange thing is that I now need more than one comment window open at a time in order to organize my rambling thoughts into various categories.
If I could type faster I'd probably end up never do anything other than typing.
That's why I need to keep using different tools... like video cameras, musical instruments, table saws, etc..
The easiest way to begin to create/write a story is to describe the day in the life of a person from the moment they wake up until about a week later.
Once you're done with that part, you'll have enough stories and character studies for ten novels.
High tech poetry.
Gee, it's been almost ten minutes since my last logged thought.
I'm very good at coming up with advertising slogans.
This is too fun.
If anyone else joins in with this threadster thinger idea... oh wait, that's called instant messaging.
Actually, it's more like twitter.
Still, this will be better due to the quality of the thoughts involved.
MSNBC's "Morning Joe" plays in the background. Talking heads whining on and on and on and on about the same old shit, day in, day out.
If I had a wireless internet connection and a solar-powered laptop I could roam the country like Kung-Fu.
Is that the right name of that show?
I'll go check at imdb.com
Yep.
I always liked the flute-playing.
I have a shitload of chores to do today.
I've been reading my favorite newsgroup as I dump these thoughts here. They've mentioned the idea of flattery.
Flattery is so easy.
Yet many people never do it.
And as much as I hate when someone tries to manipulate me with flattery, I still enjoy being flattered.
That says alot about human nature.
Life's too short to rush it.
4 years in, and still no catchy name.
I wrote that about four and a half years ago.
Multi-tasking... what a silly concept.
OK. It's now been two hours worth of this shit.
I just reread the comments so far.
I liked reading all of these these conveniently packaged chunks of thoughts.
I guess I'm too easily amused.
I think it's because I currently fully understand the intended expansions for many of these thought sketches.
However, tomorrow, I may read them again and discover that I've forgotten what I was sketching out here.
That's the problem with dealing with abstractions.
If, instead, I was stacking boxes at Walmart or K-Mart, I'd not have that problem.
Well, I'd probably still be having consecutive thoughts going on while I was in the box-stacking mode/zone, but at least I'd be accomplishing something tangible.
I'm now going to create the second article of this threadster blog.
It's gonna be an anchor for writing a work of fiction using the built-in comments feature in order to add sentences to the "book" one chunk at a time.
...
This Thread Is My Book
tweak comments to chapter versions into periodic dedicated posts
non-reading writer
toc post
periodic youtube entries
snoreless video
various porch thoughts
seen on youtube google gadget
http://timelife.com/flowerpower
good and plenty
NOTE: if you're not familiar with the rules of Texas Hold'em, the following might not make as much sense as it could otherwise.
Yesterday, I was saying something to Mrs Zen about turntaking in conversation and she went off at me. She didn't want to listen.
imagine what it's like growing up in an Italian family!
or worse yet, having interesting points to make at a weekly poker game where everyone at the table is shouting at you to shut the fuck up because they're so aggravated that you keep winning.
i oughta record some of the sessions.
they're absolutely hilarious.
V: "stop shuffling the cards!"
moi: "huh?"
V: "you're not allowed to shuffle the cards when you're not the dealer! it was MY turn to deal."
moi: "but i just dealt that last hand and was simply gathering up the cards and shuffling them while you were busy arranging your new winnings into your chip stack."
(my response was unheard by anyone because at the same time):
C: "it's against the rules to shuffle the cards unless it's your deal!"
moi: "C, you just did the same thing last hand while B and V were figuring out the All-In split -- when it was supposed to be *my* deal. [C confesses to it]. so, V, why didn't you complain about C shuffling when it was my deal?"
(again, my response was unheard by anyone except maybe C and V because at the same time):
K: "i think he does it to annoy us! and i'm not going to play anymore if everyone keeps arguing."
[K has been threatening to quit coming to the game several times at each game for the last twenty plus weeks -- same goes for E and M]
moi: "ideally, the more you shuffle the cards the more random the next deal will be. how can anyone possibly object to extra shuffling while the next pending dealer is busy doing something else? especially since wasting time between deals eats up the time between raising the blinds."
(completely unheard yet again by anyone else because my voice is calm and confident and not raised to compete with the other volumes)
V: "you're not allowed to shuffle the cards when you're not the dealer! it was MY turn to deal. when you shuffle the cards you ruin them for me! you know i don't like it."
[amidst the multi-uni-directional bickering, everyone else's attention is gotten]
C: "let's make a rule!"
[the overlapping yakking briefly stops]
moi: "ok. that's perfectly fine with me. and let's have a penalty, too. if you're not the dealer and you shuffle the cards in any way whatsoever after the hand is played, you have to pay a fine."
K: "no fines! no way."
simultaneously:
C: "um..."
+
V: "oh, no, we're not doing that!"
+
C: "nuh huh. no way!"
+
E, M, R, etc: [some variations of the above]
moi: "we'll make it a hundred dollar fine."
[a sudden blast of unintelligible angry gibberish from almost everyone]
and when the dust settles:
K: "yeah, and try to get it! i'm not paying no fines like that! that's crazy talk."
moi: "no, not a hundred dollars in cash, a hundred dollars in chips."
C (the admitted out-of-turn shuffler): "five dollars in chips."
moi: "five? the lowest blind we play is ten. but if you think a hundred is too much, how about fifty?"
all together:
C: "no more than five."
+
K: "i'm not paying ANY fines, not in cash NOR chips."
+ the original complainer about the alleged shuffling infraction:
V: "i'm not paying any fines either and you can't make me, you don't make the rules here! and stop shuffling when it's not your deal!"
moi (to C): "how about twenty-five?"
C: "five."
moi (to C): "ten. it's our standard game-starting small blind."
C: "five."
K to V: "i can't take all of this noise. if Z doesn't shut up i'm leaving."
+
E: "me too. and it's so wrong to shuffle the cards out of turn."
+
M: "this is all getting too stressful. (blah blah blah blah...)"
+
R: "hee hee hee, i'm gonna take a food break."
K to J: "how come you never say anything?"
J: [silence]
K to J: "seriously. you're always so quiet for most of the night. how come you rarely say anything?"
J: [silence]
K pleads for an answer from J while everyone else keeps bickering on and on.
J obliges: "well, i only talk when someone else finishes what they have to say."
novel-writing SOP:
NOTE: if you're not familiar with [insert item here], the following might not make as much sense as it could otherwise.
...
how does youtube's "related videos" thinger work?
a tale of two pals
vos with Budd
Uncertifiably Sane
encyclopedias in the treehouse
meeting Elvis at the record store
Tracking the way you spend your time has become far too easy.
July 16, 2008 6:18 AM
High tech poetry.
July 16, 2008 6:52 AM
Gee, it's been almost ten minutes since my last logged thought.
July 16, 2008 6:59 AM
I'm very good at coming up with advertising slogans.
July 16, 2008 7:01 AM
This is too fun.
July 16, 2008 7:02 AM
[...]
I have a shitload of chores to do today.
July 16, 2008 7:32 AM
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