And as i look around my chair i realize...

~98% of any music genre has to do with pre/good/bad/post relationships and its associated emotions.

~Just like i’m thinking about someone right now, there is someone in the world thinking about me

~that someone might not be someone i want, but at least its someone.

~I have know more then the assistant computer programers that have been here for 10 years.

~all i want is to get up and leave my job, my home, my state, but i have no where to go.

~all of my friends lives keep progressing, and im still where i was two years ago.

~I haven’t bothered decorating my cubicle and i’ve been here for 6 months.

~I haven’t made out with a guy since last march…

~I wish someone would im me, so i’d have someone to talk to instead of being comforted by the various relationship songs on the radio

SUE DUHNYM is God?!?

-there are tons of people poaching animals as we speak
-At this moment there are probably hundreds of people dying from gunshot wounds in overseas wars

  • At this moment, some people have the Luxury to SLEEP

Not to nitpick, but you would detect the nearest Magnetic Anomaly. I believe I read that someplace. So it would work, just not how you think.

I think.

Maybe.

Oh well. Where’s Fred when I need him?

At some point, I will die. My existance will cease. If there is no afterlife, as I suspect, then everything I have felt, thought, or done, will be erased. The thing that is my mind will no longer be. And I cannot conceive of that. It chills me to the core.

:frowning:
Yeesh was THAT depressing.

That’s a good point Saint Zero. What I meant to say was that a compass wouldn’t do you any good on the moon as far as telling what direction you are traveling, have traveled or may want to travel in the future. While it would react to magnetic rocks in the area, there are no magnetic poles, and so would essentially be useless for this particular application.

Technically, of course, you could just follow your footsteps back (I’m pretty sure the moon’s surface is covered in dust, and there’s no wind to blow it away.) But that kind of ruins the tragic elements of the thought in the first place.

I apologise for not having more precise random thoughts regarding my possible impending lunar death. My English is…how do you say?..inelegant. I’ll try to do better in the future.

There are cats out there that are allergic to humans

just to add one on to my OP of last night:

My dog stinks when he’s drunk.

Magnetic compasses (regardless of their location in the cosmos) are the tools of the devil and have no place in my life.

Of all the people i’ve talked to about their looks, most seem to be embarrassed of their nose.

My can (American) now well and truely hates me, even though i feed the little bastard.

Sorry, that should be “My CAT American”

Not everyone appreciates the band Aqua as much as I do

Nor do they appreciate Beborn Beton for that matter

There is no way to prove that toys don’t come to life while you sleep

Aliens could be watching us and we wouldn’t know it

The president has the entire world in his hands with Nuclear weapons

The Red Wings might not win the cup this year and I might not get over it

Some French guy left his lunch in a cave for about a week. Then, he discovered his cheese was moldy and ate it anyway, then convinced some marketing type that moldy cheese would be a great ingredient for salad dressing.

Ritchie Blackmore hasn’t put out an album for about for years now.

Stevie Ray Vaughn is dead.

There are websites on the Internet dedicated to telling you that the King James Version of the Bible is the only translation with God’s personal impramatur and all other translations are from the pit of hell.

Most of my posts contain at least three run-on sentences.

I’m never ever gonna be in this same moment, exactly as I am right now, again in my whole life.

There are people that I will never be able to see again no matter what.

I’m never gonna be at a Nirvana concert.

Famous people must feel weird when they read or hear their name spoken or written by people they don’t even know exist.

Right now little children are playing in places they shouldn’t

Some of them are going to get yelled at

Some of them are going to get cancer
(When i’m tired i flip back and forth between morbid, goofy and petting my dog)

I thought that a Neal Stephenson book would be too big until I started reading it.

I can communicate instantly with someone thousands of miles away.

I’m dating one of the most patient, loving, and kind women on the planet.

Someone, somewhere, thought that Cheese Whiz was fucking brilliant.

The school I go to has rooms with smaller, adjoining rooms that were quarters for servants and slaves.

There have been millions of gay people who fought so that I could wear a rainbow sticker and not be afraid.

I eat far too many Altoids.

Assimilation scares me.

The idea of studying abroad scares me.

A recorder, if played correctly, is beautiful.

There are people I will never see again, and I don’t know it yet.
My son is on the other side of the globe and I couldn’t get there soon enough to help him, even if I tried.

I realize…

Christmas occurs in what’s basically summer for the southern hemisphere…

Some people give their dogs last names…
(At The Vet…
“What’s the Patients name?”
“Bob Carson.”
“And Your name?”
“Fluffy.”)

There are people that get off on (Fill-In-The-Blank), which is just NASTY!

Jar-Jar-Binks was considered a good idea at the time…

There are millions of Insanely great unsigned bands that will never get the chance crackheads like Kid-Rock did.

WickedAngel: Please email me or IM me (robgruver@hotmail.com or flickreview2000 on AOLIM).

…that if music was based on pure talent, my older brother would be insanely famous, and not just on mp3.com and in Pittsburgh in the past, but all over America.
…manic depression isn’t all that bad.
…this room is a mess. And why does my family call it the drawing room?
…I have no time to do all the things I want to do. Ever.
…that I miss my Aunt Lou so bad…
…this room needs blinds. I feel like everyone can see me, even though we live in the country with no nearby neighbors on each side.
…I smell good. I smell like Ray.
…somebody’s crying.
…someone has come to the conclusion that their life sucks so they kill themselves, only to have people find them the next morning and ask, “Why? She was so happy…”
…my fingers are too skinny for most of my rings.
…some people lose weight that weighs as much as me. It’s like they’re ridding themselves of carrying a willowy 18 year-old along with them wherever they go.

Babies named Gary. That’s creepy.

Think about those old-fashioned names, those elderly people.

There used to be babies named Edna and Gladys. shudder

…that I might have offended anyone named Edna or Gladys. My apologies.
…I have a great-aunt named Gladys, and that she is losing her mind and in a nursing home. Man, it sucks, she was such a sharp lady.
…when I think of the name Gladys, I think of cows, thanks to Pee Wee’s Playhouse.

[ul]
[li]two people are dying around me, and I can do nothing to stop it.[/li][li]three people that are in this room are stoned and wonder why I am not[/li][li]none of these three seem to care sometimes, when other times I am showered with love[/li][li]somewhere, someone is in a fight with someone else[/li][li]somewhere, there is a baby named Bob[/li][li]somewhere, a stupid idea is being born[/li][li]someone just started a website which they put their hopes and dreams (no matter how big) into it[/li][li]Robert is feeling depressed tonight[/li][/ul]

One hundred fifty years ago, people who moved across the country for economic reasons often died along the way.

Not only can I never go home again, I’m not entirely sure where it is or if I would recognize it when I got there.

This sentence is completely irrelevant to anything, and yet eventually it will affect everyone on the planet.

The universe doesn’t have an outside.

If you didn’t “get” the Matrix, then it’s still got you.