Clearly I was jumping the gun a little when I said that I'd have to retire the tag "house hunting" soon. I mean, yeah, it is going to be soon, like a little over a month, but on the other hand there is still plenty to write about. Today for instance I have been in contact with titling companies, and an insurance company, all for quotes. Some have arrived, some I'm still waiting on, and time is ticking.
So there's this matrix (car) ad that shows up on Yahoo now and again. It starts off showing an attractive woman and says "meet singles looking for love." Then the orange colored matrix rolls into the ad and its headlights turn on, and the woman is replaced by someone in a raccoon costume and the tag line changes to "meet singles looking for trouble" then there is the fade out and fade in to show the matrix with the new tag line "All new Matrix 2009 – Get in touch with your dark side" Does this mean furries are both trouble and the dark side? I just find it a rather strange ad, and I can't quite grasp what their message is. I mean your average joe probably doesn't even know what a furry is, and wants to know why this woman is dressed in a school mascot costume.
Actually I kind of want to know why this woman is dressed in a school mascot costume too.
I feel so zonked today. I blame the fact that it's Tuesday. It seriously has to be the worst day of the week. Don't get me wrong, Mondays kinda suck too, but there is always the promise that this week will bring something new and exciting. Tuesday on the other hand is still at the beginning of the week, and the promise of Monday has disappeared. Wednesday is hump day, so you know your half way done. Thursday is exciting because Friday is right around the corner. Friday itself isn't too bad, cause you know once you're done, you're done!
Humanity is doomed.
That's ok. Every form of life is doomed. Eventually the universe will fling itself apart, the stars of the galaxies will cool and darken, and life will cease. But back to humanity, presuming we don't kill ourselves, or get blasted into nothingness by some stray rock, or wiped out by some alien life form (probably one that's microscopic) we're not really designed for long term survival, not like the cockroach or shark. We've only been around for a little less then 200,000 years, and at a guess we've got another 200,000. Eventually (sooner rather then later) our technology will develop to the point that we'll be able to mess with our DNA to the point where we're no longer homo sapiens, and if that doesn't happen, nature will do it for us. Being the self interested species that we are though, it's going to be a fight. So what do we need to do to survive? Well, we need to get off this planet. Being confined to a single biosphere is very dangerous. Our local stellar cluster seems to be relatively quiet, so there isn't too much of a rush to go out further then that, but we do need to get away from Sol. At least some of us. So what's involved in actually sending enough humans to matter to a local star with a habitable planet? (This is of course presuming that there is such a planet). Well, the Ultimate Project is probably a good place to start.
So there's this matrix (car) ad that shows up on Yahoo now and again. It starts off showing an attractive woman and says "meet singles looking for love." Then the orange colored matrix rolls into the ad and its headlights turn on, and the woman is replaced by someone in a raccoon costume and the tag line changes to "meet singles looking for trouble" then there is the fade out and fade in to show the matrix with the new tag line "All new Matrix 2009 – Get in touch with your dark side" Does this mean furries are both trouble and the dark side? I just find it a rather strange ad, and I can't quite grasp what their message is. I mean your average joe probably doesn't even know what a furry is, and wants to know why this woman is dressed in a school mascot costume.
Actually I kind of want to know why this woman is dressed in a school mascot costume too.
I feel so zonked today. I blame the fact that it's Tuesday. It seriously has to be the worst day of the week. Don't get me wrong, Mondays kinda suck too, but there is always the promise that this week will bring something new and exciting. Tuesday on the other hand is still at the beginning of the week, and the promise of Monday has disappeared. Wednesday is hump day, so you know your half way done. Thursday is exciting because Friday is right around the corner. Friday itself isn't too bad, cause you know once you're done, you're done!
Humanity is doomed.
That's ok. Every form of life is doomed. Eventually the universe will fling itself apart, the stars of the galaxies will cool and darken, and life will cease. But back to humanity, presuming we don't kill ourselves, or get blasted into nothingness by some stray rock, or wiped out by some alien life form (probably one that's microscopic) we're not really designed for long term survival, not like the cockroach or shark. We've only been around for a little less then 200,000 years, and at a guess we've got another 200,000. Eventually (sooner rather then later) our technology will develop to the point that we'll be able to mess with our DNA to the point where we're no longer homo sapiens, and if that doesn't happen, nature will do it for us. Being the self interested species that we are though, it's going to be a fight. So what do we need to do to survive? Well, we need to get off this planet. Being confined to a single biosphere is very dangerous. Our local stellar cluster seems to be relatively quiet, so there isn't too much of a rush to go out further then that, but we do need to get away from Sol. At least some of us. So what's involved in actually sending enough humans to matter to a local star with a habitable planet? (This is of course presuming that there is such a planet). Well, the Ultimate Project is probably a good place to start.
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