Warning: This is from when I should probably be going to sleep, so is not entirely coherent, probably. Also, written with the Eee, so pardon any typoes - also, it doesn't have a spellchecker built into firefox right now. If I remember, I'll look over this post sometime tomarrow, and clean it up a bit (I probably won't remember).
So, to begin, the sensation of being sat on by a cat, while in bed. Specifically, the sensation of having one's lower legs sat on by a cat, in bed. It is very warm - the blankets mean that almost all of the heat from both the cat and my legs remains in the general region, so it feels very hot. The weight helps; cats, while perhaps not that heavy, are heavy when on your legs, putting out warmth.
Continuing, my political affiliations: Other. Not simply Other because I don't want to say, or Other because I'm part of a party which is not quite mainstream enough to be recognized, but other because my beliefs swing between the extremely liberal and the extremely conservation, taking into account most veiwpoints in between, as a factor of the subject and my mood. In things which involve freedom of choice (abortions, army service, etc.), I tend to be very pro-choice. In fact, I actually think that there should be no supervision to prevent people from getting an abortion or joining the army if they want to. Their parents do not need to know - even if they are under 18, or whatever happens to be the standard where you are. The same goes for assisted suicide (or, as one might put it, the choice to be aborted).
I am both anti-war and pro-war. I believe that the deaths which wars cause are terrible and should be avoided, but I also believe that wars are a neccessary part of human development, as they prevent all of the idiot jocks from trying to figure out what I spend my time doing, and, in general, lounging around and being stupid while the rest of us are trying to do something. On the other hand, those idiot jocks are probably worse overseas then the would be here; after all, the marines keep on raping people, and even though a bit of it is admitted, most of it is never officially condemned nor reported by the victim. I am also told, by a person who I am inclined to believe, that the marines try to make their recruits very misogynistic - supressing the sex instinct, and making it seem dirty, a tactic right out of 1984. Wars are one of the things which are simply not supported in my social groups, along with rape, stupidity, and standing in hallways (the later two people in my social groups often fall victim to. Stupid, stupid people who stand in hallways, blocking the entire thing!)
By the by, did I mention that, if possible, I intend to get a job designing virus's for the government?
I also tend to take rather extreme veiwpoints; I will adapt a theory which is almost unanimously condemned to make it completely logical and supportable. For example, social darwinism. Seems like a bad idea, right? That's because herbert spencer intended it all as a joke. The punchline: He was saying that having to struggle for everything makes people weaker, and inferior to the people who can simply reach out and have whatever they want given to them.
Everyone else looked at me as if I was crazy. I should have told them the actual punchline, not just the effects of it. Then they claimed that I misunderstood evolution. They only think of Genes, and completely ignore Memes. Incidentally, if childbirth is how Genes are passed on, then schools and discussions are how Memes are passed both down and around. Every conversation is sex, but the purpose is an exchange of different types of information - Memnetic, not Genetic. Debates are simply large orgies.
It is, however, a pity that the defensive mechanisms of most prevent the acceptance of really new ideas by a certain point in life. That's what insanity is: a collapse of the filters which keep all of the stuff that conflicts with a certain worldview out of the mind. True insanity is when the defense mechanism begins to actively seek out new information, and integrate it into the mind without going through the higher thought processes. That's why people think that trees can talk.
Of course, the corporations would like everyone to be insane, but only in certain ways: integrating desires for their products, but not the idea that everything they make is shit. I think that they've figured it out, too. The first step is to make people just phase out ads, so the higher thought centers are bypassed. The second step? I don't know.
Also, the RIAA is a Trust. It manages the intellectual property of the record labels, at least as far as lawsuits are concerned. Why hasn't anyone noticed this? It's so obvious once you think of it. Of course, if you, the reader, is like most of the other normals, you're only going to be able to accept that idea if I sneak it in somewhere, or if you actually think about what you read, not just read it.
The type of people I hate the most are those who think outside of one box, but inside of another, larger box. Too many people are like that. In fact, I probably am a bit like it, in some ways. You never run out of boxes, after all. However, once you get far enough away from the little gray boxes in the center, and have few enough other people to deal with, it feels like you aren't in a box any more. After all, the box I'm in is big enough that I never have to see anyone else if I don't want too.
I'm becoming a lot more introverted than I used to be. Why is this? Well, I'm only extroverted under certain conditions now, primarily relating to talking to a small set of other people. Even with most of them, I prefer listening to speaking. The fact that I'm rather more extroverted while playing sports probably has a bit to do with this; all of my ability to speak and do stuff gets exhausted during that. Sometimes, I'm so intoverted that I might as well not be there. I enjoy sitting under tables, especially when there's only enough space for me. It reminds me of the inside of my mind when I have a headache.
That's all for now; I need to be able to wake up tomorrow.