With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.
The good life, as I conceive it, is a happy life. I do not mean that if you are good you will be happy - I mean that if you are happy you will be good.
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.
I enjoy paying taxes. With them I buy civilization.
July 12, 2005 - 11:35 a.m.
On an off day after a busy weekend I’m supposed to get all philosophical or introspective. But my first priority is to procrastinate so I’m not sure if I can come up with either.
So after I drove Lena to the airport and updated I pretty much did nothing. I think I might have been sitting at my computer since then. No wait, I watched Stargate SG-1 and talked for to Lisa for a few minutes. Oh yes, I slept and took a nap, not consecutively.
The time on the computer has not been a total waste. I’ve done a lot of correspondence with musicians trying to set up the Budgiedome schedule. The latest news is that The Kennedys are going to play the Dome on Friday afternoon. That’s a first, a daytime show.
OK so now I’ve recapped my day. Can I go now?
Something I’ve been thinking about how I make deliberate attempts at humor. I’ll spend time and effort writing things that I think are funny. It took me a while to realize that everybody doesn’t do that yet I always have. I think it has to do with a lack of self censorship. I think what I write is funny but I am not so sure if anyone else does. That doesn’t stop me. I have some ideas for a new Horvendile Inquirer. If I wasn’t so lazy I’d have written it for today. I had two ideas and have now forgotten one of them. It is really hard not having a brain.
I like it when I meet someone and I still have new friend smell. Once that wears off they realize what I’m really like.
That last sentence had nothing to do with anything else that I had written.
Neither did that one.
But that last one did.
I had a weird dream last night. Elaine from Seinfeld [the character, not Julia Louis Dreyfus] was in it. She had a stupid retail job and went off with some vendor for a business lunch and disappeared for days. We found her in this restaurant in a mall with the vendor eating. They had been there for days. The waitress wanted to know what they wanted for dinner tomorrow and then asked about breakfast. She was disappointed when the guy said that they wouldn’t be there the day after next. They had been living in the mall all that time.
Dreams are never as interesting to hear as to experience. I guess that’s another thing I should edit out. But if I did then I’d have to edit out this too.
See what I mean about nobody else finding me funny? Believe me this material just kills if you don’t have a brain.
I just saved this. When I do that I use the date as the filename. So now I realized that my birthday is in one week [That’s July 19 for those of you who don’t want to add 7]. How did that happen? I just had a birthday, hell I just had my eighteenth birthday. How can I be having my forty-eighth in one week?
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