Informis, Infinitas, Inhumanitas

I am holding a bottle of whiskey in my earth-toned bedroom, tucked away in the Salem Historic District, listening to NPR on a small radio nestled amongst my books -- and it rocks. O, the simple things.

I have been laid off. Since my finances are covered, I have decided to spend as much time as physically possible sitting in the giant library in Copley Square.

“Libraries raised me,” Mr. Bradbury said. “I don’t believe in colleges and universities. I believe in libraries because most students don’t have any money. When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money. I couldn’t go to college, so I went to the library three days a week for 10 years.”

Ray Bradbury, as out old and out of touch as he is, had something there. From now on, all of my free time is going to be spent sitting in an old library. Writing, reading... whatever.

I miss the grossly obscene idea of the future and being an "old person." I miss the child's perception of time, where a weekend could encompass an eternity and one could visit all manner of otherworldly places and somehow survive to the end of the day.

I've also been known to locate certain things, from time to time.

I never get tired of the Shawshank Redemption. I watch it at least once day on my laptop while pushing paper in the Office. Great example of male bonding without being faggy or hokey at all.

Living in Salem is kicking serious ass. I've never enjoyed living somewhere as much, aside from maybe Hollywood. While I'm still drowning in debt, I'm discovering ways out of it that I can soon implement. I'm looking forward to the Autumn season already, which is something new for me. I usually ended up raking copious amounts of leaves or splitting epic loads of firewood... but this year, I just get to enjoy the aesthetic wonder of Salem in the Fall.

I've also met someone incredible. Her name is Cella and she appeared at a party in my new apartment, due to the fact that she knew my roommates from Salem State. They hadn't told her they had a new roommate. I was somewhat drunk, but the minute I saw her -- my instincts kicked into full gear and I had to do something. After a brief consultation with her friend, I sat next to her on the couch and created some instant game. Long story short, she ended up staying for three days and returned the following week. She's fluent in French, loves existentialist philosophy, plays the Cello (save the jokes) and is very intelligent, not to mention beautiful. :-D

She's a great girl in the "Spartan wife as depicted in the movie '300'" sense. Perfect for me. I'm looking forward to whatever the future brings. This weekend, we're headed to Maine to stay at my family's home and enjoy a quiet (mostly) weekend in the woods.

Myles effectively eliminated a serious portion of my writer's block last night too. I was sitting in an alley near a random power outlet I found, leeching WiFi from a nearby apartment building when he dropped the bomb on me. A major device in my story has been explained and now the entire thing works. Vague, I know -- but when I've written more, I'll be posting it here.

My family's cat Sadie, gave birth two weeks ago. The kittens are all poly dactyl-style. (six toed.) There's a six toed orange male that I've claimed. Since they're partial Maine coon, he'll likely end up looking like Kali. Unfortunately, Sadie got a major infection and died of a heart attack shortly after at the vet, but they've located a surrogate mother who has adopted the kittens as her own.

Tomorrow is payday and then Friday night/Saturday morning is the journey home with Cella. The week to come isn't looking too bad.

Jesus is the best urban legend ever. Whoever invented him has fooled many, many people.

I've officially moved into my new place in Salem, Massachusetts. We're located right in the historic district.


Pros:
Basically near EVERYTHING. There's more that's easily accessible than when I lived in Boston.
Everything is fairly inexpensive in local stores
Ten minute walk to Commuter Rail, straight into Boston in 25 minutes.
Rent is 325 dollars a month less
No more Cable Bill
Free Satellite, fully loaded
Free WiFi.
Cat friendly
Awesome roommates + their friends
Pool Table
Poker Table
Free Laundry
Tons of space
Hardwood Floors
XBox360, Wii and PS3
Roommate works at Gamestop (Evan)
Evan's girlfriend kicks ass

Cons
$163 a month for commuter rail fare. (Although, saving on rent big time and losing the cable bill counteract the travel cost.)

...


Shit, I can't even think of any more cons. I love living in Salem so far. My bedroom is huge and an awesome color green. My cat is well adjusted and warming up to my roommates quickly. Quiet, harbor-side New England town, tons of liquor stores nearby, cheap groceries and a million things to do. I'm completely relieved that I no longer have to live in Mattapan... what a horrid, festering hellhole that place is.

Myles and Phil are both headed down to visit at the end of the month and I think Myles is bringing a drinking buddy or two. I have to pay off a "whiskey debt."

8:10 PM matryder: the very end of may is a weekend
like the 29th and 30th
8:12 PM: i demand that a handle of whiskey be present for our shared consumption, which we will imbibe for the purpose of becoming righteously, out-of-our-minds drunk
8:13 PM matryder: ya dig?
8:15 PM hahaha I'm killing the whiskey debt

Not a terrible debt to be called out on. I'm just glad there's a ton of room to pass out. If the "Bacon Explosion" and handles of whiskey don't kill anyone, it should be a good time.

Warning: Meaty Deliciousness Ahead... unless you're a vegan. Then, you will probably cry.


~N

Whoever wrote this question clearly wasn't a full-on geek. If I had full access to all of these databases -- I'd also presumably have multiple petabytes of free space. I'd hardly do 1 minute of frantic searching and instead use my access to ensure that I'd have a way back in and then just download the entire collective of data to a personal server farm. Pffft. Amateurs.

I don't know who wrote this -- but it's one of my favorite love poems. I gave it to a woman once, when we were having serious issues. It didn't help much and I don't think she appreciated it. Pity. It's beautiful.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
like a double drum in the forest, pounding
against the thick wall of wet leaves.

Night travel: black flame of sleep
that snips the threads of the earth's grapes,
punctual as a headlong train that would haul
shadows and cold rocks, endlessly.

Because of this, Love, tie me to a purer motion,
to the constancy that beats in your chest
with the wings of a swan underwater,
so that our sleep might answer all the sky's
starry questions with a single key,
with a single door the shadows had closed

I want a pet goat. It would be hilarious in a suburb neighborhood to see a goat wandering a fenced-in yard. Unfortunately, I doubt Boston metro is zoned for novelty livestock rearing.

Love at first sight is an instinctual urge to combine genes with a fitting mate. True Love is something Disney pawns off on us to generate income, but I think it can also be achieved through years of tolerance and shared intimacy... sometimes.

Sexting is a stupid word. Stop raping English. Kids being horny and broadcasting this fact does not merit a new fucking word. It's text messaging. We don't need buzz words for everything. If that girl who recently offed herself ever said "Sexting," then she deserved it.

CNN Story:
http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2009/03/09/pn.sexting.suicide.cnn

Sexting caused suicide? No. A girl being a whore via Cell Phone and then being unable to deal with the obvious consequences caused suicide. Don't send your naked body to a high school boyfriend. If I were in High School and a relationship ended and left me with "pix," -- I'd send that shit everywhere, probably because I'd be stoned and it would be hilarious at the time. Moral? I think it speaks for itself.

~N

Cell phones. Hands down. Unnecessarily loud and inane chatter on public transit and other shared spaces is probably the worst thing that new wave technology has spawned.

If you've never read the original graphic novel, do not talk about the movie with enthusiasm. Do not tell me or anyone that you're excited about it. Do not open your mouth and say a single word regarding this film unless it happens to be, "Gee, I really ought to read that book first." You have no fucking idea what you're talking about. You are a poser. If you never plan on reading "The Watchmen" and instead are opting for the movie only, then you are one of the worst types of people and part of the cancer that will literally be the cause of all creative people to withdraw from society, just like in "Atlas Shrugged."

The movie will make no sense if you don't read the book first and you will be disrespecting an absolutely brilliant piece of graphic literature by forming half-assed opinions and drawing ignorant conclusions. You mainstream chameleon whores. Fuck you.


~N

Why is it that you feel the need to pee on my clean laundry if I don't have wet food to feed you, Kali? :-(


As an aside, I'm completely stoked that I once again have a laptop. I've been writhing in nerd ecstasy while downloading gigs worth of RPGs and Batman comics, as well as writing again. I do everything on my laptop -- so without it, I felt disabled.

Note to self: "Joose" rocks.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joose

Especially when vodka is added to it

Toilet paper and bar soap.

Fuck lent. Have fun denying your existence.

1. I began reading on my own at 2 years old and some of the first books I read were my father's criminal justice textbooks, hand to hand combat manuals and stick combat instructional books.
2. My father used to sit me in front of "Nova" on PBS when I was a baby.
3. At the age of five, I figured out that Santa and all of his cohorts were fake.
4. I became an Atheist at the age of eight and was asked not to return to Sunday School because of my attitude toward Christianity.
5. The first friends I made as a Pre-school/Kindergarten age child were a young Jamaican boy and a Chinese Girl.
6. When I was in first grade, my teacher Mr. McGrane gave me a separate desk near the book shelves that he let me keep a microscope, calculator and other supplies in.
7. I'm a descendant of William Bradford as well as the Ingalls Family, on which the book series and television show "Little House on the Prairie" were based. (Look up William Bradford. Plymouth Governor.)

8. I lost any scrap of faith I had left when I was 13. My mother tried to explain to me that my father's Parkinson's was due to "God's Plan" for us. That was the last straw.
9. I picked up "The Satanic Bible" at the age of 14 and discovered that I perfectly mirrored the personality type outlined within it's pages. I've been a LaVeyan Satanist ever since.
10. I lived in Hollywood, California for a year.
11. I had an extraordinarily brief acting career in Los Angeles -- I was employed at an agency where I was paid cash to be a front row audience member for The Jimmy Kimmel show and Carson Daly. I did about four gigs and bailed. I spent the cash NBC gave me on a bong.
12. I had a Medical Marijuana prescription in California and was legally allowed to carry a maximum of eight ounces and was allowed to have up to twelve plants in my house under California State Law.
13. I met Johnny Knoxville and smoked cigarettes with him while loitering on Hollywood Blvd
14. I hadn't used a skateboard a day in my life until I was twenty, and I bought a 42 inch longboard designed for downhill racing/slalom.
15. I once hopped that longboard and skated from Zuma Beach in Malibu all the way down the Pacific Coast Highway to the Santa Monica Pier.
16. I've had a burning ambition to be a vocalist for a Death Metal band -- to the point of conditioning my voice to allow for primal growling and screaming, but I've never worked up the courage to follow through.
17. When in Elementary School, my parents tried to get me to learn music and since I was a rebellious little fuck, I refused. It's one of my biggest regrets.
18. On my mother's side of the family, in the 1800s, my ancestors were Skeletal Doctors/bone setters.
19. I am completely ambidextrous except for writing. I can shoot a gun/bow, eat, use a mouse, etc... with both hands. As far as writing goes, I can write backwards with my left hand simultaneously as I write normally with my right, but if I try and write normally with my left hand, it's terrible.
20. My first time doing lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD or Acid) was a triple dosed paper tablet at a "George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic" concert. It was so mind blowing that I have a permanent psychedelic connection to funk that I can't shake.
21. I have actually received some training in the six foot bo staff, unlike Napoleon Dynamite.
22. My favorite two weapons to fire are the AR-15 and a compound bow.
23. I have 20/15 vision.
24. I have wanted to be a stand-up comedian forever but a mild fear of rejection has stopped me, despite the encouragement of many close friends.
25. My favorite animal is the domestic house cat. I have a fascination with the fact that humans somehow tamed a small predator and fine tuned it for living in a house

(22:53:49) Myles:
dude, here's a weird exercise that I was just thinking of: imagine that, centuries from now, you are known as "Nick the XXXXX", under the standard "Bob the Strong" etc convention
(22:53:53) Myles:
what would you want that word to be?
(22:56:09) Nick Truant:
"Nick the Profound."
(22:56:10) Nick Truant:
Hahahahaha.
(22:56:20) Myles:
hahahaha that's a good one
(22:57:05) Myles:
I settled on "Myles the Iconoclast"

The first one that came to mind.

On the morning of September 11th, 2001 -- I was on my way to English Class. The television wasn't working because we didn't have an antenna. We all wanted to see what was going on, so I found a paper clip, bent it into a loop and inserted one end into the coaxial port. A piece of foil wrapped around the loop brought us perfect signal.

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I know this isn't technically advice... but it was strange.


"There is an encounter with a beautiful woman waiting for you outside."