CARL SAGAN LIED TO ME ! ! !

Yes, it is sad, but true. Carl Sagan lied to me. How did he lie, you may ask? Well, similar to lie algebras, the answer to this lies in the question.

Who? What? Where? When? How?

Doesn't it bother you that How? doesn't begin with a W? WTF? And they call me bipolar...

Yes, CS did lie and tell me, personally, that science is truth, evolution is truth, technology is truth. He also said that there are aliens out there and they are our friends...Rubbish!

Be glad that there are no aliens knocking on the door as management's first step would be to outsource you sorry asses with computer jobs to those friggin' binards. (They travel in 2's you know, or is it 10's) Yes, the aliens are out there, billions and billions of them. Sounds more like roaches to me: I only like one type of Roach: Papa Roach! Go figure...

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. What the hell does the veracity of Carl Sagan's religious teachings have to do with the price of tea on Mars? Well, the scars remind us that the past is real. If that is the case, you are drowning in the water, will I offer you my hand?

But I digress, the reason CS lied to me is because he violated the fundamental foundations of scientific research. Truth is unattainable in science because relatity is more than what you can empirically measure. Every go to a sporting event and feel the team spirit? Put a meter on that, Faraday, and take some data points.

In closing, I offer a word of caution. Don't always except as truth what people tell you is truth, especially when you don't have the raw data to crunch your own numbers. And remember Zeno's Paradox as well...

WTF In Baghdad

Well, I guess the unibrow is out of style.
Sux to be you, buttnut.
BTW, Nice Suit.

Let me tell you something, Dear Reader.

Something

How I got here... (Part 1)

I haven't been fully manic in over 10 years. Yet I can remember in vivid detail everything that went on during these episodes. They were some of the most eye-opening and enjoyable moments of my life, until, of course, I lost control. Hell, I was cycling every 6 months for at least 5 years before the glorious medical establishment finally decided to consider that I might be biopolar.

The key is structure. I was bipolar or at least proto-manic in my college days and I made it through with some difficulty, but not as much difficulty as those who had not been blessed with an imbalance of brain chemicals. Yes, I had the structure of school around me. Then grad school, more structure, kind of relaxing, doing research, programming and takening some classes.

But then I move 1000 miles away leaving my girlfiend and take a job in a shitcake company that I shouldn't have even stepped foot in when I saw what was in the office: POS of POS. Point-of-Sale. I knew no one outside of work, and only one co-worker actually befriended me. I had beachfront property in a rundown, fleabag hotel where I had to pay my long distance bills daily. The proprietor allowed that curtosey because I paid 2 weeks up front every pay period.

Then the danger began: I had no structure around me for the first time in my life.

To Be Continued...