Good Omens "God does not play dice with the universe; he plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time." - From the book Good Omens, by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Would You Want To Live Forever? No. I always thought I did, but I've since refined my answer. Living forever, implies invulnerability as well as immortality, meaning aside from not ever dying of old age, or disease, you'd be insusceptible to guns, bullets, fire, and anything else which would force your #life to come to an abrupt, and final, halt. Instead of this being a strength of this argument, I see it as a significant weakness. Think of it this way. An average human lives for about 75. In that time, how often do we get trapped somewhere. Miners get trapped in caves, earthquake victims get trapped in rubble, elevators stop between floors in the middle of the night, etc. Rare cases, it's true, but imagine you lived for 7500 years. Suddenly it's 100 times more likely to happen to you. As you live longer and longer, the chance of being trapped permanently somewhere jump to near 100%. And you won't have the release of death to help you here. (I just realised the morbidity of the phrase "release of death". But here I am not viewing it as the final part of a #life per se, but as a kind of Escape Rope *nods towards Pokemon players*) In addition, human minds are barely capable of keeping track of 75 years of memories, how do you expect them to be able to keep track of several thousand? Or several million? Or several quadrillion? Also, if science fiction is anything to learn from, the government will realise eventually that your #life is going on just a little too long, and will check up on you and it won't be long before: "hey, this guy looks 22, but he was born 140 years ago! Let's do experiments on him to find out how." #life is more precious because it is finite, we do not have an eternity of #life, or after#life to do what we want to do, and that's why anybody bothers to do anything. You can't waste time if you have an infinite amount of it. I do wish I could live 10,000 years though. I'd likely get tired of #life around that time, and I want to see what happens to the human race over the next few thousand years. *sighs and returns to Panic At The Disco album*

Wise Words Say what you will about the sweet miracle of unquestioning faith, I consider a capacity for it terrifying and absolutely vile. -Kurt Vonnegut

Keep Watch I want to write. Like, write a novel. I'll start, and transcribe my first chapter here so you guys can see how it's going.

Hey, Listen To Me Complain. More and more recently I've come to the conclusion I just hate people. It's usually not their fault, they just unconsciously do things that make me think, "Yep, you're a moron. I won't like you." And it's usually small things, things that, with a little conscious thought, there is no real basis in my distaste for, but still, I can't stand them. Like terrible grammar/spelling/pronunciation. It's isn't difficult, especially online, to spell correctly. I mean, the computer will even tell you you've misspelled something. I may just be looking for excuses to justify a hatred that already exists for everyone who disagrees with me, i.e. everyone who is not me. Either that, or I have a very low bar for dislike of a person. People who interrupt me while I'm talking is another thing that pisses me off. Especially to ask me to repeat myself. Me: "Hey, I just found these letters on-" Them: "What?" Me: "I found some-" Them: "Huh?" Me: "Never mind." And I will give up on that conversation and go about my #life, annoyed somewhat at its conclusion. And fangirls/boys. I.. Wh.. They.. I will need to write a separate post about that. My hatred towards them is as hot as a dragon's tonsils. People who hear perfectly logical sentences, and refuse to accept them also frustrate me. I like to debate about the existence of God, (although, not start the debate as it does feel slightly rude) and, being an Atheist, I take the stance that he doesn't exist. Now, I can have an entire conversation with a theist about his existence, and refute his arguments logically, to the point where he will be forced to accept he only believes on faith, which, by definition, is belief without evidence. At this point, however, as I should've won this debate, the theist will tend to dismiss all previous arguments as invalid, as his faith trumps all possible logic. That pisses me off. And people who ask me why I read manga, or watch anime, and tell me that it isn't real. As if I didn't know. "Why do you watch that shit, it's not real, bro." Fuck everyone who says this, it is harmless entertainment, and much more stimulating than watching 22 men run around a grassy field for an hour and a half. I do think I may be some type of Misanthrope. Hmm.