Bitches

So earlier I was reading in Scientific American that blogging improved sleep and memory. I'd say memory and sleep go hand in hand, but sleep and blogging? I wouldn't think there would normally be a connection but apparently the information I read suggests there is. Among other things I read in there, there was some pretty interesting stuff about Hobbits. Just another homo whatever to add to the evolution chain or another hoax to embarrass the paleontological society. All I see it is as another ancestor of which no one will really give a shit about except for the people in scientific circles since any enrichment during the summer is obviously not going to happen to our bright school children and a majority of the world restricted to average-intelligence. I was reading a few days ago about how people ignore science completely and live through their lives without much education on science in Richard P. Feynman's book, The Pleasure of Finding Things Out and also how they're happy about that. A lot of things don't make sense, but this does and it's stupid. Why are people unfeeling? Don't they know how important it is? Sometimes I question whether man would be in The Jetsons age by now if it weren't for the weak constraining the great. I think everybody learned that putting your heads together did more greater harm or good than one man would do all by himself. The weak minded are like parasites that just don't make a good day. They complain about everything and you never get any productivity from them whatsoever. They sit in their trailers and let the cancer eat away at their organs when they smoke too much or let their liver deteriorate from too much alcohol consumption. I suppose that it's a good thing a government mandate making them pay their taxes and dues is straightforward enough. That's the only way they contribute to the research and ultimately to the development of the advancement toward technological and cultural superiority. That's all. Otherwise, they're just cankers. I mean, okay, the people with illnessness. They can't help that. The people who can use their brains though? Wow, so you see it fit to use your life to endlessly smoke pot and avoid pursuing any life goals you might've had as a kid by substituing a lifestyle that involves you as employee at Burger King with a GED. Yeah, you're really something. I'm sure as hell that's not where you want to be or ever wanted to be. Ever needed to be. People have so much trouble seeing the potential of the human brain. Sure, you can be categorized as nothing special, but if you only think you're bound by these "laws" that govern your life such as what one's opinion on your mental capacity is, you'll never make any progress in what you want to do. Why? You'll feel like you can't do it and it'll be reinforced by your deficiency at whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. And that's sad. No one who didn't put their hard work and effort into something failed in an intellectual sense. People fail daily like that girl who dressed up as a faerie to sing on America's Got Talent, but that's not the kind of failing I'm talking about. It's okay to "fail", but it's not okay to convince yourself that you won't strike success. It's not okay to suppose that you will never get anything done and give up. It is not okay to finish out with nothing to show for it. So you may think you've failed, but it's not really failure at all - it's a struggle, an upward battle to learn and take the high-ground. No one said that learning and working would be easy. No one. If anybody has any goals they want to strive for, I say give it a shot, no matter who you are. And I especially encourage the "normal" people to enter science as a profession - I believe this whole "best of the best" crap is just a way to steer away people. The more people involved, the more you get done.


Pushing Daisies is a great show. Ever since the Writers Guild strike my heart has been frozen - only Anne Friel and Lee Pace can make it melt. The episodes are so well thought out and the dialogue is exceptional. They have an amazing staff and supporting cast. The concept also is quite unique. One touch life. One touch dead. It's amazing what you can do with a touch of a finger, even if you don't bring back murder victims for sixty seconds or a childhood sweetheart.



Who would I bring back that's dead if I had such a power? No one, if I could help it. If I happen to see an old crush I had when I'm in my twenties being lifted out of the sea, I'll try and fight the urge to attend the wake. September 16th the Pushing Daisies DVD Box Set comes out, so make room on your mantles and/or shelves. I can't wait to see how clever the writers can be by finding out ways to express your affection without touching. It's old-fashioned. The main characters, Ned and Chuck, can't touch or she'll be dead forever. One touch life. One touch dead. So they've gone from using Emerson to hug Chuck for Ned or using saran wrap as a protective shield across a face to prevent a death touch to kiss.