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June 27, 2002

I'm Getting A Little Pissed With All These Anti Smokers...
(no i didn't spell check it)


if you're a non smoker, that gives you the right to say... "i'm a non smoker, i don't want to get cancer from second hand smoke" (or whatever else) but, it most certainly does not give you the right to add to that "and... by the way... i want to be able to go ANYWHERE" you know what? a bar is a public place... but, so is my house if i invite someone over... we might have a few drinks, maybe listen to music, dance a little... same fuckin thing... the bar, belongs to whoever owns it, and it's their choice weather or not people can smoke there... if you want to work in that bar, you have to accept the health risks... just like if you want to be a fireman, you have to accept that you might get burnt... if you want to be a cop, you have to accept that you might get shot, if you want to be in the army, you might end up going to war and getting blown up by an anti tank mine... these are all acceptions that are perfectly legal... so, fuck the non-smoker... that's the only conclusion that you can come to...

i was thinking... i don't really care if i smoke anymore... i don't quit because i'd be too bored if i did... i don't smoke that much... maybe 6 smokes a day... and, if i quit, which wouldn't be that hard, might take a few weeks, but no more... i'd still feel the same way... you know why? 'cause it still wouldn't be my right to say that you can't smoke here... get my point? i've been considering quitting for a few days... i know how i'm going to do it, i know how i'm going to pay for it, and nothing really matters past that... but i tell ya, i'm still gonna take the governement to court over this if they make a non-smoking bylaw...

why should your choice be superior to mine? because your choice might hurt you? so? then maybe you should be locked up... don't you think? like, you're walking into a place that you're so afraid of... and so sure that it's going to kill you... isn't that the same thing as walking off a skyrise? yeah, all you non-smokers who think they should be able to go anywhere, should be locked up for trying to do themselves harm if they walk into a smoking bar... not my problem... a bar is a place where smoking is inherant... it happens... it's nothing new, it's been going on for a long long long time... you don't have the right to change that because you want to go... that's just like me saying i want to change the laws of gravity so i CAN walk off a skyrise... and that's where this is going... the more you give them, the more they'll want... soon, after most places are non-smoking, it's going to be a fedral law... then you won't be able to smoke inside anywhere... then... then there are going to be bylaws where you can't smoke in this town... not in buildings, but anywhere... not on the street, not in your yard, not in your house, etc... then it's going to spread... your whole idea is just the starting off a snowball effect against the smoker... what's next? owning a gun? or has that already happened? pretty much eh? well, why could we own guns in the first place? so we could defend ourselves against other countries, and against a government who decides it can do whatever it wants (much like ontario's current government)... but, we don't have our consitutional rights to matter anymore... and why? because little piss ants decided that they thought they could save the world by making it harder to own a gun... so what have they accomplished? well, they've taken all the guns out of the innocent hands, and out of stores, etc... but, they can't seem to get them out of the hands of the criminals who use them... and why? 'cause they sure as hell aren't going to register their gun, and they're not going to aquire it through legal means either... so what has it changed? it's put us all in danger...

June 26, 2002

hmmmmmm... i need to find a chinese 2 english / english 2 chinese dictionary... if anyone can help me, i'd be much appreciative... anyway... on with the misc stuff...

why doesn't the world work?
what's wrong with this place?
what the hell is going on?
are we really lost in space?
does everything really matter?
or is this all a scam?
what's going on here?
i do not understand...
i want to find the answers...
burried in the sand...
i want to find my freedom...
my freedom in this land...
i think the world is empty...
but really it is full...
i don't even know why...
i feel so gulabul...
the worlds full of questions...
just like this my friend...
but questions do not matter..
if the answer you do not understand...

June 22, 2002

ok, i was going through some blogs and i came across this quiz to check what kinda utensil you are (i's a knife) what are you?

I am a knife!

what kitchen utensil are YOU?

trees...
you fall in the forest and what do they do?
they look way down low, and they laugh at you
it's all about the trees, it's funny you see...
they don't really care, what happens to me...
but the trees are my friends, and that's how they'll stay...
they don't understand, not my human like way...
they can't seem to see, the end of the day
to me it means rest, to them it means play...

June 21, 2002

you know... i'm looking for atlantis... it doesn't make sence to be a story only, 'cause well, really it would make sence... if you think about the development of humanity, there are some things that exist everywhere... some of them are very advanced... now lets look at some of the wonders of the world, and maybe just some ancient civilizations... ok, stone henge for instance, messures very precice asteronomical information... it's amazing that that could be done without the technology available today... also, the knowlege of the stars needed for that, wouldn't be all that strange if it was unique, but, are found in many other amazing structures around the world... let's look at the myans... (i hope i spelt that right, sorry if i didn't) their knowlege was astounding... they too had a great astronomical know how about them... as did the egyptions, etc...
so where is atlantis? and what is it? the thing you have to take into concideration is this... amazing technelogical artifacts at that time, wouldn't be all that great now... i don't expect that the atlantians had computers, microwaves, space flight, etc... but, i would like to find the place anyway... if you look around the world, there are many places that support it's existance... but finding evidance of a place that hasn't existed for melenia, is hard to do... so, where to look... instead of checking georgraphy, and history archives... lets think a little deeper... plato described the location of atlantis as beeing (i don't remember exactly, but some where around here) near the pillars of hercules... (again with the spelling) anyway... what does this say? that it's near greece... so where to go from greece... as there is no historical archive which supports this theory, other than plato, you have to switch to mythology... greek mythology was amazing... sure the romans have something very similar, but that's just 'cause they stole it from the greek...
what if greek mythology wasn't so much a myth, but based on what they were lead to believe? what if the greek gods, were really atlantians? could this not be true? this would change a lot of our outlook on the past would it not? mayhaps greek mythology doesn't account for everything, but it should let us know that atlantis existed, and that it's people were far suppirior to ourselve (at least at that time)
this doesn't mean that the atlantians had the capability to do all the things that greek mythology has given them credit for, many things can be altered through misinterpritation... but... this does say, that to find atlantis... the first place we should check, is greece...

June 18, 2002

i read today in the news (yahoo news mind you) about quantum teleportation... i'm going to tell you a story based on that today...
ok, first off, teleportation doesn't work... if you managed to teleport someone using a mechanical device (anything, like computers hooked upto lazors to scan the atom types of your body, their frequencies, and everyhing) and transported them to another place... that person is now officially dead. what's left? how is this teleportation? well... there's an exact double of them wherever they were transported to... how is this NOT cloning? well, the "teleporter" destroys whatever it translates into numerical data and transfers at the speed of light to the relay point.
so, why doesn't this work? well, like i said before, you're now left with someone new... although, i'm not a religous person, and believe that we are the way we are based on experiences we've had in our lives, and they shape the way we react to everything, this person will not be you... there is no possible way that there can be an exact dupe of you...
First off, this process is so slow, that if it did start to trasfer you, by the time it finnished, not only would you be dead, decintigrated, and growing the 100th tree in the dirt created by your decomposed body, but, if they could do it faster, you'd be dead anyway, as your body would get there in parts... what does this mean? just imaging someone cut off both your legs, and said... hey, you can have these back when you get to the mall... what's gonna happen? you're going to bleed to death... so what's so different from teleportatoin? that, combined with the fact that if they start from the bottom (that's what they were planning, at least in the diagrams) you will very slowly, but progressively, get shorter, as the bottom most layers of your body will disapear... what does this do? well, basicly you're going to rematerialize into a fricken pancake... your choice...
but, what about star trek? how come they can do it? because, they use a different technological process, but it's similar in many ways... there are other ways to do this... start trek doesn't know what they are, they just make stuff up and of course it's going to work right? it is a tv show after all... but there are different ways of doing this, at a much faster rate, without having to use all that bloody processor power... i'm just not at liberty to specify them... if any of those scientists want to know, they can ask me... and i'll tell them directly... but, until then, my knowladge is a little busy working on some similar projects...

June 15, 2002

is it possible that we, or anything for that matter, exist?
i'm going to tell you a story... it all started... well, that's the question... depending on your point of view, it started in different ways... if you're religious, then a god of some sort created the world, and of course, this god always existed, which is the answer to everything right? but, doesn't it make more sence that something of no intellect (such as the universe) existed forever, instead of some super being? either way, it doesn't make sence... since everything is different, that would mean that time is unique, and the concept of something never having started, just doesn't work... as there is always yesterday... so, everything has to come into existance at some point... as such, we cannot exist... it's impossible... or is it? i plan on writing a book on this, as i think i've figured it out, but... we'll see, and it won't be finnished for a long time yet...
later... - Kain McBride

June 13, 2002

ok, well, i'm getting bored of writing misc stuff about nothing... well, it is; but it's just the way i think, and, i don't feel like writing it out anymore... anyway... yeah, so what the hell do i write about now? lmao... ok, this is me... I's Kain McBride, a programmer from canada... i'm a little messed up, but if you've read here before, you prolly know that... i'm not really into the dark world or anything like that, nore do i think that death is the way to go, but i do know it's inevitable, so why prettend like it's not going to happen??? why the change? 'cause i just all the sudden felt pressured into doing it... i know it hasn't been up long, but this really isn't the concept of a blog anyway, so... what the hell eh? anyway... i'm not going to stop writing poetry here, or long sets of lines that don't make a lot of sence, well, they do to me, but i'm assuming that that's not all that normal... anyway, um... i'm also thinking about writing some other stuff on here, but... who knows... we'll see... i could write like a jurnal, i guess that's what it basicly is, but a programmers jurnal would be pretty boring i'm thinking, so... how bout you use the coment portion and suggest what i should right about please... thanks... - Kain McBride

the world is an oyster... it's rotted half way through, a pearl in the middle, but not for me or you...

June 12, 2002

just because i'm crazy,
doesn't, make me bad...
just because i'm luney...
shouldn't, make you sad...
just because you hate me...
doesn't, mean i mean...
but if you try to shape me...
you'll see what's never been...

i'll try not to get angry...
i'm very good at this...
nothing ever gets me...
i just play as if it missed...
i don't like to pretend...
but what else can i do?
i mean - like really - what the hell?
it's hard not to let you through...

i like to ride the coasters...
i like to kill the grass...
i like to find things distant...
burried in the past...
i want to find the ending...
the ending to this ryme...
and i will i'm sure...
somewhere in good time...

i'm walking over daisies...
i'm playing in the snow...
i'm eating stuff like crazy...
i'm running, on the go...
i'm sleeping on a bed of fire...
i'm rolling deep down low...
i think i've found the ending...
but i just don't know...

with all these things i'm doing...
nothing's ever done...
an eturnal game,
eturnal stuggle,
the challenge's never done...

and life, my friend, s'worth living...
if for nothing else, for that...
the challenge and the stratagy,
let's you know where your at...
and if you want to fly up high,
and gaze down from above...
then my friend i'll recomend,
bring a shoot so you don't die...

June 11, 2002

you don't understand the things that i do...
and that's the way it'll stay...

i don't understand the things that you do...
at least not in the same way...

the world doesn't understand the way that we do...
for that's the human way...

but all is known the way that they do...
at least it is today...

the world is full of many views...
and that's why we are this way...

but no one see's what i do...
but that doens't make me better in any way...

it's too early to think...
everything is dead...
nothing wants to live...
everything is free...
burning in the past...
falling from the skies...
dieing on the wind...
laughing at the trees...
crying with the flames...
as the wind blows by...
i think i want to die...
but as i burn away...
i think i want to cry...
and as they bury me...
i gaze up at the trees...
they're all laughing...
laughing at me...
me as i died...
me as i lived...
me as everything i was...
everything they saw...
they're laughing...
have you ever spoken with the trees?
did they say anything bad about me?
did they make stupid jokes?
or ask questions about me?
did they want to know...
know things about you...
don't tell them this...
'cause they'll laugh...
they'll laugh at you too...
it's not that things are funny...
it's not that things are strange...
it's just that tree's don't do much...
but laugh at everything...
they're laughing as we speak...
laughing in the wind...
as we die, they laugh...
but it is their way...
laughing is all they do...
every single day...
respect the trees...
they're here to stay...
laugh with the trees...
and remember it's in play...
the trees are our friends...
although they don't act that way...
they just sit and laugh...
as we take their lives away...

June 10, 2002

walking through the clouds...
i find it soft and wet...
looking at the ground...
i seem to have missed a step...

i'm falling from my pirch...
from high up in the sky...
i think i'll hit a birch...
i'll fall and then i'll die...

i, should have brought a shout...
to stop me, as i fall...
i think i'll make my mark...
curled up in a ball...

if only i had stopped...
before i would have stepped...
i'd still be on that cloud...
if my balance i had kept...

i need to tell them all...
tell them all i love...
if only i had time...
or wings just like a dove...

i'm running short of breath...
falling way to fast...
i've got to find a way...
to stop before my last...

hey look there's a pond...
deep within the grass...
i'll redirect my fall...
to save my sorry ass...

i landed in the pond...
damn this thing is deep...
ever since the splash...
i've sunk about 10 feet...

i'm reaching for the top...
swimming very hard...
i'm out of breath right now...
and i've found this broken shard...

i've survived my fall...
but i still might die, today...
i landed on a stick...
and it went through all the way...

i'm running through the bush...
i need to find my self...
i need to find some help...
i need to help my self...

i was walking on the clouds...
trying to find myself...
instead i missed a step...
and almost killed myself...

and maybe you will see...
the problems i've seen...
and maybe then you'll be...
able to see what i mean...

i'm lieing in the grass...
stairing very deep...
looking through the clouds...
stairing as i... weep...

June 09, 2002

walking through the trees...
falling off the ground...
hitting skies with lights...
making silent sound...
everything is here...
nothing ever was...
everything is gone...
looking for a cause...
an elevator breaks...
falling to the ground...
people scream aloud...
aloud but there's no sound...
the trees are now my friends...
they do not yell at me...
but i guess i'm deaf...
i can't hear when they speak...
the day's are growing long...
the nights are longer still...
i guess my watch is broke...
the fan seems to think so...
and now i need a smoke...
a smoke that's filled with death...
and death he is my friend...
a friend without a cause...
i look for silent noise...
i cannot find it anywhere...
but i know it's there...
it's just too quiet to hear it...
i'm talking to a snake...
a snake inside my shoe...
i think i need some help...
some help but not from you...
the snake is talking back...
and saying some strange things...
he's talking about mice...
and i'm trying to seem interested...
i'm looking for a cause...
a cause to give the snake...
something more than life..
something less than everything...
nothing more than death...
but nothing less than life...
a mosquito's bugging me...
it's flying round my head...
i can't seem to find it...
but when i do it's dead...
i'm waiting for something...
but i don't know what...
somethings don't make sense...
i'm sure you'll find them here...