I've been rather scarce lately, I thought for the most part it was due to the fact that I often found my self drawn into the same pointless debates that seem to get me nowhere. I realized something though, theirs more to it.

Sure I enjoyed sharing jokes, and arguing about things that in no way will ever be affected by anything I write here. It was fun it was, even a bit of a challenge. The thing is I used it for something more, I'd just write shit, write about the things that bothered...

I began to realize something, as I reflected on something someone told me. I asked a simple question how does one, (namely me) gain a larger amount of focus. You know gain that extra bit of discipline in order to allow for work on the various projects I enjoy doing. I came to realize something about myself, namely that being around people helps drain my self control reserves. I have a bunch of self control when I'm alone, listening to music blare, or in utter silence. When I start to hear someone...

And now because no one asked for it and I'm slightly bored. The Book of Nym volume 3 Will go after the notion that we in fact have no reason to believe anything we see. (I could just simply say go read Descartes with the whole cogito ergo sum dealeo. But I figure if I'm gonna mention it might as well give a summary of the whole deal.)

This is one of those exsistential questions one of those things that you try and reason into submission only to truly find the only thing that reason...

I can remember more then one piece of fiction extolling the virtue of forgetting. Not forgetting things in general but having your mind erased almost always of the bad memories. The tempting concept of erasing those things that haunt us. I however never really saw the benefit of it, not really for that purpose of it at least.

No it always registered in my mind as the perfect way for you to walk right back into that same situation and be miserable once again. That always seemed obvious...

Now from the title of the entry I think it's obvious this will be rather anti-Christmas. (Even though the line is from the only thing related with Christmas I truly enjoy. Which was later covered by the Muppets, which I don't care what age I am I will have nothing but the sincerest and most heart felt love for. Not only because of their insistence on the importance of imagination, or their incredibly fun characters. Because it was the culmination of the dream of a man who's impact on the world was...