Warning/Guarantee

Greetings from the Haymarket Cafe in Northampton, MA, where I start over again with another blog in another town with the ongoing adventures in not being dead yet, though my aliveness is apparently debatable still.

I am a little dissatisfied with some of the things Livejournal has become, and MySpace was never any good in the first place and frankly I have something approaching pity for the people still using Friendster as a way to communicate though I guess we were all good people once, yes?

Blogspot seems promising in that there are no communities filled up with the kind of dreck that American teenagers typically excrete all over livejournal, and just short of using web software on my own domain I thought I would explore the rest of the places Night of the Living Dave could go, and it looks at the moment like WordPress will be a nice neighborhood.

Also, as soon as I understand WordPress a little better there will be paying work for me so there you go, my little Franciscan vow of poverty is going to suffer a little bit so I can afford smokes, I will still try to stay as broke as possible however.

When I made my first post on Livejournal, in something also called a “Warning/Guarantee”, I promised to make innovations in grammar, psychology and physics as well before I was done there, and though I am not done there yet it seems to have worked, to my surprise.

Now I seem to control the weather via thermodynamic emotional interface, over the last many months I’ve been trying to figure it out and now have it down, and no one is more surprised than me. I don’t know what to promise for this blog, except perhaps content that I can’t put anywhere else because of various social pressures. A blog I had as a place to put news links has now become all social and I can’t just post garbage from the web there like I used to because I don’t want to bore my friends.

We’ll see what happens here.

The government is watching now by the way, because they want to watch me being watched by various otherworldly forces.

I’m sick to death of satanists though I relate to rebellious sorts in general, I would like to practice buddhism more perfectly so as to rein in my abilities and no longer put others in danger, and I think I will refrain from flying on airplanes until I can learn to keep my emotions in check and therefore pose no risk to the passengers. I nearly killed us all on the flight from Oakland to New York a few weeks ago and have to figure out the problem before I fly again.

Northampton is absolutely awesome by the way. I have never been more instantly comfortable in a new place before.

Now I grab a smoke while my coffee is still hot.