"Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting."
- Peter Pan

It’s a wonderously sticky and confusing thing, a human heart. No matter what your brain says, you can always make the BEST choices if you use both parts. Ain’t there an old saying… “Speak with your brain, and think with your heart.” On the other hand maybe it was GI Joe with “Knowing is half the battle.”

As much as I wanted to scream as the woman that I love let me go, I didn’t, because my heart told me that what she was doing was right, the timing was not right, and we needed to be on our own again. I have always trusted that my heart will guide me… even if I often get lost myself. 

Sooooooo… I’m back to just me and the lingering thoughts of her and the amazing time we had together. She taught me that Blue Moon tastes like Fruity Pebbles, and that there are beautiful redheads that like Star Wars. I have this sick sensation of relief combined with sadness, behind the mask of everything is fine. I seem to be better alone, at least from a personal quirk factor. I don’t really do well with other Humans. ;) UGH… my brain hurts now. Shoulda, coulda, woulda… always calculating and analyzing every fricking detail of the past. Wish I could turn the chip off… hmmmmm, I smell plastic burning now.

I have to go now, that old highway’s a-calling. 

I will miss you, Shelly… SMOOCH.

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We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We are everywhere and anywhere. We are gay in Texas, black in 1950s Selma, Basque separatists in Spain, Kurdish  in Iraq and Syria, an anarchist in France, a Palestinian in Israel, a dissident Chinese blogger, a Gypsy in Poland, an Inuit in Nunavut, a hackivist in the UK, a single woman on the Metro at 2am, a peasant without land, an Occupier in Zuccotti Park, a gang member in the slums, the boy in the cafeteria sitting alone, a protestor in Egypt, a child soldier in Somalia, an unhappy student drowning in debt, a family foreclosed upon, and of course, you. We are all exploited, marginalized, and oppressed minorities who feel the fire of rebellion in their hearts and rise up to resist and alter the status quo. We are every disenfranchised person who is waking up to find that yes, he has worth and deserves more out of life. We are every majority that must now be silent and listen to the message of dissatisfaction thrust before us on the global stage. We are every movement and rebellion channeling its energy into physaction. The nagging fear of reprisal, the Cimmerian thoughts that keep those in power awake at night and disquieted — this is all Anonymous.

We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We are everywhere and anywhere. We are gay in Texas, black in 1950s Selma, Basque separatists in Spain, Kurdish  in Iraq and Syria, an anarchist in France, a Palestinian in Israel, a dissident Chinese blogger, a Gypsy in Poland, an Inuit in Nunavut, a hackivist in the UK, a single woman on the Metro at 2am, a peasant without land, an Occupier in Zuccotti Park, a gang member in the slums, the boy in the cafeteria sitting alone, a protestor in Egypt, a child soldier in Somalia, an unhappy student drowning in debt, a family foreclosed upon, and of course, you.

We are all exploited, marginalized, and oppressed minorities who feel the fire of rebellion in their hearts and rise up to resist and alter the status quo. We are every disenfranchised person who is waking up to find that yes, he has worth and deserves more out of life. We are every majority that must now be silent and listen to the message of dissatisfaction thrust before us on the global stage. We are every movement and rebellion channeling its energy into physaction. The nagging fear of reprisal, the Cimmerian thoughts that keep those in power awake at night and disquieted — this is all Anonymous.

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays for all my geek/gaming/web friends on the Intertubes.

I give you the love and geekary of the the Christmas 1982 demo running on the Commodore 64. I really miss the days of my C64 and playing Below the Root, Wasteland, and Infernal Runner.

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"For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."
- Benjamin Button
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You may have heard this song in the game Borderlands. It is done by Cage the Elephant, and it simply gets me in the mood for some Post-Apocalypse FPS action.

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