String theory and the higgs boson
Make a bunch of fake out of print books
for Autio Publishing.
I fi could push a button that kills
500,000 people, but I knew by doing so I would save 1,000,000, I’d do it
without a second thought. Radiolab posed
this questions about train tracks. People almost always chose not to pull the
switch. I think this has something to do
with peoples minds analyzing the situation and realizing that chaos is
possible, and that by pulling the lever you might kill the one guy, but a
miracle could have happened and the others could be saved. Then you are just a murderer. By the story given alone one would assume the
likelihood of a miracle to be quite low, but the mind knows anything is
possible. In my instance, I know for a
god damned fact something is going to happen.
Ok, there’s a 50/50 chance, but fuck it, I’m not trying to push anyones
buttons here.
Paralyzed by 3 wheeler.
Selling cars and tech support to better
myself.
On pg 45.
Jon stewart stuck there because I told
him to.
I said I’d be with carina round.
Told fray to get tool to play the mile
high music festival.
Moms porch fixed by neighbor.
Lethargy is the disease killing us.
I must make a note for legal
purposes: I hope everyone realizes I’m
delusional. I mean, really, this is obviously
either the deranged ranting of a lunatic, or satire. But it’s my delusion, as I see it.
So how did I come up with 50/50
ratio? Easy math. 50/50 is just 1/1, but people are stupid and
only vaguely grasp ratios, so I just looked at everything I said was going to
happen in the future, and realized all of it had come true thus far. That’s a 100% success rate. You could say that I just chose to forget all
the things I said that didn’t happen, but that would be erroneous. I then looked at what I had said that hadn’t
happened yet, and smartly chose to try to fix the one thing that seemed the
worst, at the time of realizing it. You
know what, I don’t even want to take the credit there, it was really just dumb
luck. I didn’t consciously think about what
I was doing at the time, so if you want to be generous, credit human survival
instinct, otherwise recognize I just got lucky.
Yeah, I’m a real lucky guy. So by
my calculations, if I hadn’t done anything to stop nuclear terrorism, there
would have been a 100% chance of it happening.
But since I did try something, that would make 2 possible outcomes,
either people die or they don’t. I
divide it all right in two, which leaves you with ½. Simple.
Todd, don’t go to war again, you might
die. That would be terrible.
Let’s be realistic, anybody who is
actually named Maynard didn’t have a chance in life. That’s right, even you Mr. Keenan, would have
failed as a human being had you been a natural born Maynard. Probably would have lost your hands in a tractor
or something.
Ryan warner, you just sound awesome.
In the days following, I noticed how
clear the skies were. No clouds.
There is a battle between good and evil
in the world, and people need to take sides.
If I had to guess, I’d say tel-aviv Israel .
When I walked to get in line, I noticed
a blonde woman talking on her cellphone.
As I stood in line for the first few moments, she said, “Ok, we’re
here.” This struck me as odd as she was
standing by herself, and instinctually I thought she was talking about me, as I
found it odd in the first place, that she was waiting at the back of the line
without getting in it. I listened to her
conversation more closely, as paranoid as I am.
Her next statement was, “Sorry, I’m here.” This, to me, sounded like she was apologizing
for making such a blatant error. Ok, so
I may have been paranoid, but when she stepped into line directly behind me.who
fucking cares about them….
The goal was to write a new bible, like
Joseph smith and the Mormons. This book
portends moral ambiguity throughout.
This
is all a great big test in which you were set up to fail. If you help me outright, you ignore my
requests otherwise. If you don’t help,
you appear to be uncaring for me and for the millions that might die.
Great
band name: The Cancerous Limp Notes.
How do you tell somebody this
story? A story has a beginning and end
and some fucking purpose in the middle.
I’ve got a convoluted mix of miracles and coincendences intertwined by
my pathetic life.
When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
list all my debt. How I’m fucked if
book doesn’t sell. Homeless in ditch.
On September 11,
as the world mourns the deaths in New York and Washington of ten years ago,
some solace might be found in noting that the events that day are still the
world's most deadly terrorist attack to date. Osama bin Laden did not
subsequently fulfill his self-professed religious obligation to obtain nuclear
weapons. The "nuclear hell storm" that Al Qaeda operative Khalid
Sheik Mohammed said would be unleashed if bin Laden was killed has not come to
pass. There has not been a single incident of nuclear terrorism, even using a
radiation-spreading dirty bomb.
LUCKILY extremists are also
idiots. Like the westboro Baptist
church.
You got a problem with it? Then lawyer up you pussies. I’ll just release it for free on the
innernet(web), and then there is no chance of anybody making any money from it. So you will sue me and get nothing.
Who’s there? Hello?
Holy shit! Is somebody actually
reading this? Oh my God, I’m so
sorry. I really would have spent more
time and effort, but I never imagined anyone would even buy this let alone read
it.
Even though I feel like I know
everybody in Denver ,
at least through six degrees of separation perhaps, but the number of people I
know is pretty slim. Then consider I’ve
only told a few of my friends about this story, and it becomes just a tiny
sliver of people. Sliver by
Nirvana. The point is, if this is my
polling database, my data is skewed and screwed. There’s gotta be some activist minded people
that will give a shit about this, right?
If people can clutter message boards with nonsense conspiracy theories I
think I have a chance.
"Those who would sacrifice liberty
for safety deserve neither." ~ Benjamin Franklin
I ruined my life. When I die it will be like I was never
here. I’ll be forgotten.
I
don’t know if Obama even knows I exist, let alone my story. Hell, I don’t even know if Maynard really
told him anything. When I asked him if
he had, all I said was, “Did you do what I asked you?” I asked him to do a ton of shit, all of which
was meaningless except telling Obama to prepare for the nuclear threat.
My
dad’s wife, Carol, was the quintessential woman, taking care of all the
household tasks while working full time.
Truly a woman without flaw, though we never became too close with both
of us being fairly guarded people.
Talking with mitch with sara in Michigan .
Drunken phone call to Maynard call
answerer.
I don’t want to do this and be like
this if nobody will help me out. I feel
trapped in it.
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