Almost 24 Hours of No Sleep

I have been up since three a.m. due to the normal no sleep issues and a sick child. Parents can I get a "what, what"? I should be asleep, but I'm so far beyond sleep that I can't do it. Should be editing the cannibal manuscript, but I'm not in the right state of mind. Instead, I'll amuse myself here and hopefully amuse you, too, dear reader.

Random thoughts ...

I work with this guy. He's in my unit. Officially he's an Office Assistant. He's damn good at his job, though. Too good for it, actually. He also fits into the unit in a way that can only be described as "uncanny." If you are one of the few who knows my unit, you know how hard it is for someone to fit in. Anyway, his birthday just passed, and I'm the ray of sunshine that gets the cards and distributes them to people to sign. I was supposed to bring in his card today, but with my daughter being sick I didn't venture forth into the world of free food and medical benefits. I did write out his card, however. I wrote about how he was a great guy and so on, and that I was his number one fan. I then signed it "M. Chapman."

I have nothing against homosexuals. I honestly don't care whose genitalia you want to wrap your tongue around. I care about your sexuality about as much as I care about your favorite color (though I do get to hear a lot of people's sexual quirks because people open up to me, I keep my mouth shut, I don't judge, and I attract strangeness). That said, I don't understand how you can see a naked woman and not understand the power that is there and be attracted to it. The curves of a woman are a work of nature at its finest. Power is sexy. Therefore, woman are sexy. Men are all jutting awkwardness. The spasm. I don't get it. I also don't get why women like us. How the hell is Mel Gibson sexy? I like The Road Warrior, but come on! He's a drunk Jesus freak. By that standard, Baby Bush had to be wet-your-panties hot.

I know a lot about weird things. Cannibalism. Necrophilia. Bestiality. Trepanation. Revenge. Serial killers. Exploitation cinema. Torture techniques. Infrasound. Freaks. Satanism. Fascist theory. Pornography. Other paraphilias. Thinking of that, why does anyone talk to me? I mean, just because I have a working knowledge of these things (as a writer of dark fiction, it's kind of my job), it doesn't mean I will act upon them. But most people don't get that. So why do people talk to me?

I need a new tattoo and possibly a new piercing. I would like an "X" tattooed between my eyes if only because it would tell people to stay away from me. Not a single person I've spoken to about this, however, thinks it is a good idea. They are probably correct.

I think that all these conservative talk radio hosts are slowly stirring the pot and the almost inevitable outcome of their ratings mongering hate talk is going to be an attempt an the president's life. I give it a year tops. Someone is going to try to take him out, and I think it will be connected to the likes of Fox News and especially Glenn Beck. What I want to know is: Why won't someone go after Beck like he goes after the president? Dig into his past. Drag shit out. He still hasn't proven he didn't rape and murder that girl. Right, Beck? Look it up. It's on the Internet!

Most fantasy fiction sucks. So does a lot of sci-fi. Fantasy is just sadder, though.

Insane Clown Posse fans are morons. Straight out. I have never met a smart ICP fan. I'm sure they are out there, but I haven't met one. One day I will cover this in my music blog, Satanic Music For Good Children. I can't prove it with scientific certainity, but I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that the majority of the band's fans would have a hard time with a standard test.

Quantum physics fascinates me. I think we have just started scratching the surface of all this, though, and once we figure out exactly what created the universe, a new universe will appear if only by thought. It's going on eleven p.m.. I last slept at 3 a.m.. Give me a fucking break.

I once vandalized a sign advertising my workplace. In the dead of night I used sparkling gold spray paint and defaced it. What did I write? "Jesus is dead. You're next!" That did not stay up long.

Sushi (not raw fish, idiot) is a perfect food. The rice is a bear, though, but it is worth it.

I think everyone has deep, dark secrets. I like to get them out of people. I like to know what makes them tick. I like to hear of the things that they don't want the world to know. There is something raw and exciting about that, and it puts them into context.

Revenge separates us from the animals. So does an unhealthy obsession with college basketball brackets.

Okay, now I'm going to bed.

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