pattern progression / chowder powder

ya know, between my sister, people that live near space shuttles, and a random person, i kinda hoped i was gonna get an email when i got home from work. oh well. theres always tommorow!

cute new chick started in the kitchen for once, too bad shes on night crew. too bad today was an off day for me...

i felt....uncermoniously disenchanted after thinking about something this morning. It kinda offset me for the rest of my work day, like a train jumping the tracks. It felt like being a substitute teacher. teh real me was off partying or something, and i was stuck with this substitute me who wasn't cutting it. oh well. it shook off after teh gym.

i took a walk around town tonite. it was 11pm and the sun was just starting to set, and i was walking across a bridge and the sunset was coming in across the inlet from behind a mountain on the other side, and teh light was reflecting off all the downtown buildings and then the other mountains on the other side of town. it was very, very pretty. especially the sky and teh clouds. Then it was smudged with this sign posted on the bridge that said "no stopping or standing" wow thanks for protecting me from myself, mr The Man. sheeez, laws.

on this walk i considered money (this was actually before i got to the bridge, so we're going memento style now). i was thinking about roads and how the pebble, rock road i was footing it on was pretty old school. then i wondered about roads back in the day, why would they even need them? pave them? because of carts n shit, mostly used by merchants back in the day. So then i thought about how the roads were paid for, taxes right? kings highway and all that? the merchants must have been the wealthiest people back then during the barter system days. they were the people to goto, they had all the stuff from far away lands n whatnot. So the big muscle in charge must have been levying heavy ass taxes from them, in the form of wares n food n stuff. Like kings levying stuff from the lands of lords n ladys. So the merchants must have got sick and tired of it and invented money. Think about it, between eachother all trade would be streamlined, and the best part was they could sucker in the majority of folk into learning different trades so they cuold buy whatever they wanted.

so you have a king class who just got usurped by the merchant (nowadays capitalist?) class because the merchants knew that the king class would take their new power away from them. So the king would start taxing everyone, and you ahve the world we live in today, whereas the king is in the position of having both the common folk and the merchant class pissed off at all the taxes so anyone who wasn't on board with the king was now against him. The king, outnumbered, relies on fear factor to keep the masses in check.

what happens when teh fear wears off? teh age of aquarius, if you listen to old time radio.

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bad enough for ya? i wanted to write that bit about the money down. hope it wasn't too silly, but i thought it had some merit. i try to figure out where ruling classes came from. so far my thought is that say waay, way back in the day there were gods or at least people with scientific knowledge or mystic powers or whatever that they were powerful people, in the effect that normal brute strength wasn't enough to take one down. Perhaps they might have just been mostly powerful scientists with poor esteem and ego problems so they told everyone their "powers" and such were royal blood and thats where we could get silly lineages of royalty from. (better than you/ holier than thou mentality) so perhaps these mystical folk ruled not so much as rulers but more like people with pets probably. who knows. but somehow this class gets overthrown by the Muscle men (generals, warriors and like types). actually i see the charlatans getting first dibs by pretending to be mystics, the ruse only lasting til they have to prove it. then the man got a hold of it, and contests and absorbs the merchan man. but the man ain't gonna be able to hold on for long so hes gonna burn his money fast as he can til the outlaw comes to take over.

then you have the pirate king, a jibe at kings and the mentality of kingship in the sense that pirates are their own kings, they serve no man. they work together with their shipmates, but thats about as far as it goes. to have the gall to call oneself the pirate king is more a joke at (what i hope to say one day) what people put up with back in the day, with kings n slavery n whatnot.

hmmm. to think the guy who started cobra was a car salesman...all it takes is a verbose oratorical master.

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someone asked me "brains, brawn, and beauty. am i missing anything?"

replied "bspirit. ok spirit doesn't start with a b but my thesaurus is broken."

"whats that?" they asked.

"its like a measure of how much a person lives, i guess. something along the lines of a moral code, or personality. way a person thinks. I guess the best way to describe it is their current depth and acceleration of their descent into the understanding of themselves. yeah that covers it."

"dude you're on crack man i didn't hear half of what you said. oh shit fire veg" (pronounced "vedge" as in veggies, an open line cook term used to call other cooks attention to a hot woman)

yeah so much for trying to share anything past "oo boobs" with coworkers at work today.

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did i tell you i pooped my pants at work the other day?

do you believe me? lol!