Mar 12, 2008 06:15
Have any of you heard him speak in real life, not sing? He sounds like a dandy-Kermit-the-frog shyly reading his poetry aloud to the class. This guy was an officer in the British Army? And they wonder why we think they're all a bunch of queers.
But I'm not posting just to vent my anger at that guy... *sighs* Things are getting pretty dire around here. I might not have a house to live in after a couple of weeks, guys... and I really don't know what I'm going to do.
Something's gonna break.
And obviously, I'm not going to New York to see John.... it's the most perfectly logical thing, but it still leaves me hopelessly depressed. It's a function of how hope works, and of how people make it through; they have something to hold on to. But what about when you have to give it away? Voluntarily.
And on top of everything else... Adult Swim took GitSSAC off their week a day lineup. Hmm, I wonder... even in that metaverse, I don't think even prosthetics would entirely fix my problem... if my brain was in a case, if I were totally cyberized, the meninges are still attatched-- I would assume-- so I'd still have migraines... But wait, maybe I could just turn off my pain receptors, like Batou does when Kuze puts a piece of square-iron through his leg... But then when they do that, I wonder at which end does it happen? The 'reception' of pain signals could technically happen either at the site of the damage or in the brain where the signals are interpreted...
Alright, I've over-done my ellipsis quota for the year, the people are taking me away now.