I guess it's a good time to start drawing Utopia: Octopuslandia!

Okay... So, I started this crazy blog with a little inkling of my plan to get laid and take over the world. Dad's off to Berlin somewhere, so I got some time in my hands. Might as well get back to the drawing board and expand on the plan.

The objective: Utopia the New World Order according to me.

It would help if I had a different species to work with. Say Illithids or Kobolds... But since all I really have at the moment is humans lets see what we can do with them.

Lets see the objectives I have already decided upon:

1. An end to all "National" borders. They are economic and based on the fear the rich have of the poor. The internet has already done it. Now we just need to make sure folks can come and go as they want ANYWHERE they want without having to 'show' where they came from.

2. An end to all "Consensual Crimes". Whose business is it really if I wanna ... sell my children to the highest bidder? Or help somebody commit suicide? What about Gladiatorial Games, Vince McMahn? Wouldn't you just love to bring chainsaws into the game?

3. Decriminlization of ALL God's creations and substances. FUCK how hard is that?

4. A money system based on Worldwide Gold, Silver and Copper Coins. Frankly, I'd love to do away with banks and such, but I suppose that would infringe upon #2.

5. The recognition of Non-Human tribes. FUCK. Human rights are not enough. We need SPECIES rights.

.....

That's the basics. One world. No 'borders'.

Some other things on my mind for this New World Order.

* World Wide Disarmament. Fuck me. How many nukes does the world need? If folks really wanna kill each other, lets do it with Machetes and Molotovs, shall we?

* Water, Food and Shelter for EVERY HUMAN BEING IN THE PLANET. Free. No child should go hungry because they didn't have money to pay for food. No child should have to go homeless unless his folks are Nomads and want him to.

Well.. This exercise got boring fast. I think we all know what we need.

Way past my bedtime.

Okay, so, we are dysfunctional.
No use trying to hide it.
Sasha..
Freaks out at the way dad and I
hang out with each other.
I don't blame her.

It's freaky shit.
But in the end, it's okay.
It's just the way.
It is what it is.
No fault, no blame, just ...

Acceptance.

As far as parents go, I keep to two theories:
Jesus and my mom.
Jesus says: 'respect thy father and thy mother' blah, blah, blah.
Mom says: with parents you have 3 options, 1. Love them unconditionally exactly the way they are. 2. Kill them. 3. Never see them again.

Since options 2 and 3 are not an option with either mom or dad...
I'll stick to number one.

Sash needs to get that.

In fact, I think my mission in L.A. right now is to get Sash TOTALLY stoned.
Anything else is just spinning my wheels.
She's so totally ready to get wasted...
It would be a waste to let anybody else do it to her.

We need to understand we set the world on fire.

Most folks don't question their reality.
They don't really worry about what it means to be human.

I do.

All the time.
For one, I know 'humans' set the world on a slow electric burn.
They also lit their engines, smoking us all out.
It would be so simple to learn how to love each other as children.
Instead, we learn how to kill each other as children.
Evident to anybody who is not 'attached' to ordinary humanity.
Very difficult to explain to humans who are 'attached' to their humanity.

What is remarkable is that children are a 'tabula rasa'.
A clear canvas. An empty notebook. A blank DVD.
They will be written upon with whatever behavior and thoughts they observe.

What do we show them?
Murder. Lack of empathy.
What would we LIKE to show them.
Love. Love-making. Harmony and Beauty!
Why don't we show them what we would like to show them?
Prejudice of various sorts. Totem and Taboo.

So, generation after generation of perfectly open minds...

Are closed.

What a waste! What a terrible waste!
And then, these 'closed' minds are sent on their merry way to keep ...
Burning the world. Murdering each other and murdering other species.

A pox on this species!
A pox on my race: the murderous humans!
Surely mice shall inherit the earth!

Mice are nice!

11;39 and I'm still at the offcie goofing around!

Blessed be! I slept in this morning.
Rob was supposed to show up at 10 am.
It's already 11:40 and I'm still here, goofing off.
Wonderful! Wonderful!

It's really funny.
Mostly, what makes me happiest is to be left alone.
Of course, I miss the kids.
But I also enjoy my space.

So, I'm back 'working' at Longtale.
They don't really have a great record of paying me on time.
But whatahey, I don't have to tell the Government that I'm working.
So, I can keep my cake and eat it too.

Dad's garlic soup has given me the death-farts from hell.
This morning, I feel like I'm in a Nazi gas-chamber.
From my own farts.
That's what you get when you eat 1lbs of garlic and onion.

So....

Una de mis paranoyas mas comunes es que toda mi realidad es una illusion creada por seres mucho mas libres y adaptados que yo para sacarme de mi mimso o ensenarme algo. No creo que seria para torturarme. Seres asi de avanzados no estan en el negocio de la tortura espiritual.

Pero el punto es que ya estoy muerto, y todo esto es illusion, y de alguna manera, mi chamba es despertar a la realidad. Ayer lo vi todo en un episodo de STARGATE ATLANTIS. Tambien en el primer episodio de STAR TREK.

Da igual. Si es fantasia o no, hay que vivir esta vida con todas las intenciones de disfrutar lo que se pueda cuando se pueda. Disfrutando, me amo a mi mimso. Si me amo a mi mismo, amo a los demas. Si amo a los demas, no estoy interesado en rezar por la destruccion de esta relidad. Si no rezo por la destruccion de esta relaidad.

dad calls..... mmmmpf.

I am overtired

Laura comes in this morning at 9:30 and I'm barely awake.
These late-night movies.. Are crazy.
I have $50 in my account. Its staying there until I get some more cash.
But I feel okay. I'm gonna send mom more money.
I am 'working'. I have no outrageous outstanding warrants.
I am not tripping out, thinking my life is a t.v. show.

In the back of my head, there is a little voice that is screaming:

The world is at war! DO SOMETHING.

But it's a tiny voice and I am intelligent enough to realize that even if the world is at war, the important thing is to survive not necessarily get myself in more dangerous situations.

So.

Even if the entire world is at-war, and cities burn and folks start killing each other...

I will remain calm. It's after all not 'my' war. It's 'their' war.
I have no 'war' with anybody, be they Muslims, Christians.. Atheists or Jews.

In the bottom of my stomach something says: THE CROSS MUST COME DOWN!

I keep it hidden, I keep it away.
Let the Gods win their own wars.
They always do anyhow.

So, here's a photo of Sam Nada working at the office.
What is really his job? What is he really doing here?
That is for him to know and for me not to worry about.

Here's to the wonderful folks at Longtale...!

Things are changing.
Lots of folks are stalking their lives on the idea that things won't change.
Like my dad. He's still selling movie-rights.
That's old school.
Real old school.
And lots of folks are behind him, helping him build this bridge to the past.

BUT COPYRIGHT IS OVER.

It won't work because the technology won't permit it.
The internet has taken a life of it's own.
Folks are uploading daily into youtube films far more interesting than...
Films which are sold at a profit.

Information must be free and clear.
Like the old days, when bards would play for donations.
Big 'spectacles' will continue.
But little films and such...
Who is going to buy them?

If Longtale is to survive, it must PRODUCE films.
That means, it has to create a market that does not exist any more.

Money does matter!

I get a small social security check.
The first thing I do, is that I send money to my mother and my sister.
Then I have some left to 'enjoy' my money.
With dad around, that's just not possible.
In less than two days, I have ended up spending one-third of my check...
For dad and his company.

He always does it.
Spends OPM.
It's just funny when I'm the OPM provider.
Especially because in the end, I am actually working for him.
He should be paying me.

Money issues with dad.
Always get me mad.