March 21, 2007: When I babble, I babble like a walnut.
Life, is there a meaning to it? And if so, why is it not taught at our schools? Of course, there is a chance that life has meaning. If so, why bother? Simple. For the cake. And I don't mean we keep living because we like cake (though that maybe the case), we continue because... you know what, make up your own deep thought.
A friend of mine and me decided a robot playing blackjack would be awsome. then we decided a robot dealer would be funner. This was babbled about on the bus, where my most, erm, intreguing conversations happen(we've talked about the the best way to rob a bank atleast on a monthly baisis.)
I've determined that schooling after grade six is merely to keep children out of the world for a period, and maybe to also torture them. Only the governments knows for certian. That's why I personally seceded.
Lycanthia is an island I've made up that's just off the east coast of austrilia. I've never been there, but I'm the sole citizen to it, and the unchallenged leader of it's democratic dictatorship. Yep. We vote on our dictator. and becoming a citizen is impossible, due to the fact that the first 20 queastion are about lycanthia's history, 79 questions are impossible to answer gibberish, niether sections are multiple choice, and the last question is an essay question on why you shouldn't be a citizen. I enjoy being unchallenged.
I predict timetravel will be illegal if ever invented. you see, allowing people to go back in time can be troublesome, so instead of employing people to keep history in check, they're just going to outlaw the whole shebang.
"Where you going charles?"
"I'm going out to dismantle another illegal time machine."
"*sigh* remeber when the only illegal matter we had to worry about was drugs?
"Yeah, I miss those days."