Update the Third and some more

I. SWEAR. TO GOD. IF I LOSE ONE MORE POST BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO COPY AND PASTE IT PRECISELY SO I DON'T LOSE IT, I WILL KILL THE ENTITY KNOWN AS BLOGGER. AND IF IT ISN'T ALIVE, I'LL CONDUCT EXPERIMENTS TO GIVE IT LIFE, JUST SO I CAN KILL IT.

That being said, we get the short, SHORT version of my attempts at posting. Ready? Here we go.

1) Talk at work went well. Owner's on our side. He can't do anything about it yet 'cause his wife's about to have surgery and he won't be around but he wants his staff to have patience because he is concerned about keeping us happy. He's already talked to them once (earlier the day I gave him the letter) and believes he successfully scared the shit out of them. He basically wants me to spy for him to keep him updated on how things are going.

2) I don't much buy into fate. "You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you." I'll dress up in a french maid's outfit and clean someone's house if you can tell me where that quote comes from. I like a Calvin and Hobbes where Calvin is proclaiming the wonders of being fatalistic because it absolves people of any sense of responsibility. Hobbes then trips him and blames it on fate. But lack of responsibility is precisely the reason I don't like the notion of fate. People are in control of their own lives, and that scares some of them. BUT, in a very Taoist way, I believe there are certain things that SHOULD happen, and if we get ourselves out of life's way and let it happen, things turn out better than if we'd've actually tried in the first place. The more we screw with the natural way of things, the more trouble we cause.

3) www.rmsci.com/picarchive/jpe1.jpg This is a picture of my dream car. I've ranted about it before, and am more than happy to give anyone details should they request them. I truly believe this car represents my single greatest obstacle to living a simple life, because I love cars, I love driving fast (though I've finally learned that public roads aren't the place to do so), I love tinkering with cars and making them faster, etc. And the Caterham Seven represents the epitome of all those loves. But I'm not sure if owning a sports car in the face of the world's poverty is an acceptable thing or not. I'm trying to find my place between the extremes of Donald Trump and Buddha. I think I'm more towards the Buddha-end of the stick, but exactly how far is a question I've yet to definitely answer. I suppose the best thing to do for now is to square up the debt I have to free myself to go where life will take me. And while that answer will do for now, I suppose, it doesn't allow much in the way of planning for the future.

All that said, I'm going to utter one more plethora of curses against all that it blogger, calm myself, mutter another curse or two under my breath, smile, realize it's just a computer program and it's bound to have flaws, and go to bed with a profound sense of peace. Either that, or continue to curse my way up the stairs that an hour-ish of typing was shot to shit. I'll let you know later what I decided.

(Okay, anyone explain this one to me? If I use the keyboard to highlight my text to copy and paste, it deletes what I've written. If I use the mouse, I can highlight with no problem, but "right-clicking" in the effort to choose "copy" simply unhighlights everything. ... ... ... ... ... WHY WON'T BLOGGER LET ME COPY AND PASTE!!! AAARAHARARHARARHARAHRAHRAHAA!!!! ... profound sense of peace, my ass...)