Sun at Declination 0 Degrees

Taken at sunset on the equinox.

I've been busy as fuck. It's the sixth week into the semester already and the only reason I'm posting now instead of fucking around with schoolwork or in the math lab is that I'm stuck at home with the children who are trying to fill up the apt. with H1N1 in order to give it to me. I'll show those fuckers though. Also, I've had kind of a creative drain trying to write some grant to get money to see if hamsters will do this thing that I think they might and also I've had to read and write a bunch of stuff about the history of psychology, which, isn't boring but just takes a lot and after I'm done with that shit, I just want to play Nintendo and go to bed. As for the other shit, well, you know how the world has been going.

I will tell you this, though. I don't know how people stay fucking outraged at the state of political discourse and legislative action throughout the year. Yeah, I was pissed about the stupid Senate Finance Committee and the public option and if I ever see Max Baucus, I'll probably punch that fucker in the balls, because he obviously doesn't use them, but the motherfuckers on the interbutts are just at a whole 'notha level. You know all the ones, from both sides of the aisle too. Apparently they've never read the literature on habituation, because my give a fuck ability follows a strict habituation curve, and I like to think that I'm one of the more informed/concerned members of the electorate, especially compared to these retards talking about their grams having to get her brains blown out because Obama's team of bureaucrats command it. Fuck it. It's gone. So what. I've got other shit to occupy my time.

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Nothing from Nothing leaves Nothing

Pretty Cool.

You know, when you see your child rocket out of the birth canal, you feel a certain something. I won't call it love, because it's not, but I will call it a sense of, "goddamn, there it is". I'm not saying this as some sort of fatalistic, this is the end of my manhood and sowing wild oats period, stupid shit. I'm saying it in the kind of fatalistic, this is my progeny and half of it is me and this is as close as I will get to immortality and I HAVE to die one day so this is just as good, so long as I educate this motherfucker right.

Tonight, I let the kids stay up as long as they wanted, provided they were quiet enough. Kiernan crapped out pretty early, at 1030 PM. Gavin maintained and it was pretty cool, I had some one on one time with my oldest, and that is always good. I showed him pictures of my parents and tried to explain to him that my parents are dead and that, despite this, they would have liked to see him.

To see the gears of a four year old attempt to grapple with mortality after I showed him pictures of his Grandma and Grandpa, brought tears to my eyes.

I ameliorated my sadness by: drinking more, and assuring him that by the time that he gets as old as I am, science will probably have solved the problem of aging so, that while I will probably grow feeble and die, that he will not.

It felt good.