starlite, star bright? Where's Samus anyways...

hmm, i had forgotten about that Starlite stuff. Interesting, no? It'd make for a good addition to any armor. Speaking of armor, how hard would it be to make a body suit impervious (even if finitely) to small arms fire (that is, things that aren't tank shells, anti-tank weapons, missles or ordinance). Rifles, handguns, etc? I wonder. They have trauma plates that can take ak bullets and other high powder ammo. LOL, i am reminded of that silly Vault commercial about the scarecrow, lol...

Ugh.

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in other news, i wonder where i could find a spoon bending party? i want to goto one VERY much so. So much that i would fly anywhere to get to one, even if just for a weekend. These things are on the top of my list. I am considering coordinating some Remote Viewing one-on-one with a spoon party, if i can.

I wonder what happens when i write things down. I TOTALLY forgot about my little robotic hand idea. Sheesh, silly me. I forgot all about it. Not this time, not this paycheck! lol.

man my attention gets SO destroyed when i am doing something that i find so un-captivating (like work.) Don't get me wrong, i like the money. But i am not a cook. I like being creative with it, but its looked down upon and i am seriously disliking the straight edge rule following person who i work with that is a huge fucking prick. "don't do this, don't do that". i'm not making food unsafe, i'm just making it funny shapes. Its what i can do to keep myself somewhat focused in a place i'd rather not be.

And its true, i'd rather not be in a kitchen, slaving away to a wage. Its a nicer wage this time around, but hardly what i'd rather spend my time doing. Which is why i gotta save these few paychecks and then just not work and do what i want to do, that is, what i titled this blog. Become a God. More human than human. we're all widdle godlings. weeeeeee!

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In the mean time, i think im becoming more and more crazy, or more and more silly. Or perhaps another adjective i don't recognize. As someone who talks to someone who i rely upon instinct and such to sense that they are really there, i feel crazy. All the time. not in a bad way, just in a ....crazy way. Siiiigh.

In the middle, wait til the end and see where it all sorts out.

my fork didn't bend today.