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Amazing Discoveries Thursday, Jul. 31, 2008 - 12:06 a.m. When I spend too much time with nothing to do, I discover amazing things. Usually my amazing discoveries take place out on the web, but this time, my find got found right here at home, when I was attempting to create some content for a surprise DVD for John. Yesterday's discovery, with the help of the Flip Video Camera, was that the people who produce and star in adult videos do in fact know exactly what they are doing. With empirical evidence at hand, at least for a little while, it is now my firm belief that absolutely no amount of lighting and preparation can make the average housewife... well, okay, an overweight housewife... look remotely appealing during certain circumstances. Trust me on this. You guys are lucky I'm not blind today, and that's all I got to say bout that. And I know exactly who out there is diving for their keyboard and searching for my email address to ask me a question. The answer is no. Sorry, the footage has been deleted because the government could have used it as a weapon in place of a Brown Note, and I'm just not in a place where I can accept responsibility for the irreversable incapacitation of fellow human beings. --- I had a really interesting and head-clearing chat yesterday with Minstrelite, aka Andy, I found a way to the solution to an ethical problem. (Andy thanks for that, by the way.) Problem: For the last few years, from the moment they discovered me and my online existence, somebody out there in my universe has systematically harassed me about certain choices I've made pertaining to my ISP and my choice of computer. Repeatedly and unkindly, and perpetually, at every opportunity. They've just had a kneeslapping good time doing this whenever they wanted to -- and successfully looking like an asshole, by the way -- and I got to the end of my rope and tied a knot and hung on until it just became white noise. And now, they really really really need help. Karmically, I could technically get away with avoiding this situation entirely. At present, I owe nothing to anybody in that regard. But it finally occurred to me that whether or not to help somebody who has annoyed me has nothing to do with THEIR ethics. It has to do with MY ethics. And MY ethics state that it would be wrong not to take the high road, and try to help. So that's what I'll do. --- All right. Have a good Thursday. ---
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