I'm more like when Rita Rudner said she'd buy a CD player if they promised not to invent anything else.I don't want that to happen just because I don't want to learn to work it.I HATE the technology learning curve thing, even more since my Mom thinks I'm great at it because I blog and use Google...anything with a button is now my department.(I'm not great at it. I'm not great at talking to the Indian people who ARE great at it.) JZ, you'll be happy to know I'm writing a new script and I can finally use that book about con games you lent me. It's going okay.

Yeah, predestination always seemed iffy, because when folks say "Well, I'm going to heaven anyway, so why shouldn't I misbehave?", clerics say, "Because God could change his mind if you're too evil." Or, "I'm already going to hell, so, etc.", and clerics say, "Ah, but you don't know you're going to hell, and if you're too bad, etc." It makes little sense.

The way the puritans solved this conundrum was by being insanely status conscious. So you had an incentive to be "good" in order to demonstrate to all your neighbors that you were one of the chose.

Timelies!

Nice weather here today. My onerous task has been making more radio tracking calls/emails. All bad news so far but that's pretty much what I expected. I have to give myself credit for being persistent nonetheless.

Tomorrow I'm meeting the boyfriend of someone who gave me a YouTube shoutout. Sounds odd, eh? Well, he plays guitar and might be interested in working with me, which would mean I could freakin' perform again. Not a lot of market for solo acapella singers.

Speaking of which, I'm happy The Sing-Off is back. Very unhappy Nicole Scherzinger is back as a judge, though.

ETA: My "tv" is Netflix Instant, Hulu and network websites. I once tried "ahem"ing stuff and got a cease and desist notice. When it's just my ISP, I suppose I can chance it, but I'm using my parents' bandwidth now.

This guy says death doesn't exist: [link]

I read that article quite a while ago, and it really put me off. I still find it hard to explain exactly why.

For all my deep metaphysical issues, the first place I always turn to is HuffPo.

I'd rather find them there, than from the Scientologists.

I'm oddly OK with the idea that I won't be here one day. Maybe it's because I believe I'll be somewhere else. Not a fluffy heaven, but somewhere.

I'm sorta' OK with, you know, ceasing to exist some day. I mean, there'll come a time when I cease to be conscious and then never be conscious again.

I'm completely OK with dying...which came in pretty handy in the middle of the night a couple of months ago...mostly because I am satisfied with my life. I swing wildly between thinking there might be something else and being fairly certain there isn't.

Whichever, it should be fun...or, you know...not.

This guy says death doesn't exist:

I was sort of hoping it would be the Time Cube guy.

Spidra, I'm loving this year's Sing Off. The competition is much, much steeper than last year. In fact, after the eliminations from last night, I'm already white knuckling the next one.

If I had to pick a winner right now, it would be Committed...just for pure talent.