Drugs aren't necessarily bad, but they can be addictive...

While I was typing a particular email address tonight, I was struck by the correlational coincidence of a random word association, a metaphor I made in passing some days ago, and how little it can take to latch onto an addiction. Perhaps even a new nickname? (Not for me, that just wouldn't make any sense, sheesh.)

MDMA (Methylenedioxymethamphetamine), AKA Ecstasy, E, X, XTC, and improperly Extasy, per Wikipedia:

"a semisynthetic member of the phenethylamine class of psychoactive drugs...The drug is well known for its tendency to produce feelings of overwhelming euphoria, a strong sense of intimacy with others, diminished feelings of fear and anxiety, and pronounced overall civility..."

Man, I need to get me some of that! Sounds like a fun place to be. Maybe you know a guy who knows a guy?

Funny things, these coincidences.



There she is, the object of our affections, isn't she cute? And why do all these animated molecule things look vaguely like caterpillars? I'm sure there's some sort of subtextual phallic significance there, but I'm not looking for it.

Fala mais uma vez...

Today, we briefly explore the wacky world of semantics. To make an overbroad generalization, people these days seem to have little respect for the language, when it's really all that separates us from our tree-swinging forebears. So much depth and complexity can be conveyed with just a few minute sounds strung together, whether intentional, or by subtlest of subtexts. From deep, life-changing affirmations, spoken with the utmost care and forethought (say it again, please!), to throwaway expletives mindlessly spat out (but no less telling) in the heat of passion.

Some days (though fewer and further between, of late) it just hits me out of nowhere, the dichotomous nature of how words, language, and lexicon, while powerful enough to bring us to today's level of civilization and technological domination (grass huts notwithstanding), sometimes also utterly fail us. Think about that for a minute. Mind? Boggling? Let's move on.

So to those who choose to truly communicate feeling, emotion and honest thoughts, obrigada. Every day has the potential to be Christmas.

Goooooooodbye, chronic lateness!

In the absence of shocking personal news of my own, I'd like to take this opportunity to make y'all aware of what may prove to be the single most genius product/tool offering by Google/gmail yet.

They have introduced a feature that will forever end any semblance of lateness on my part! And best of all, you heard it here first! That's right, I emailed each and every one of my loyal readers, the very first day I got my first Gmail account in '04. Even if you weren't yet reading this blog then! I know, amazing, right? Thanks!

I present to you (again) Google Custom Time.

All hail Google!

http://mail.google.com/mail/help/customtime/index.html

No longer will I miss out on those "First reply gets to make out with this stunningly chesty hottie..." emails we're all plagued with every day, or be harangued by "you were supposed to have this in by...", but enjoy a new era of "See? I, Gene, was right all along! Just look at the email I sent you a week ago. See? It even says you read it already. Just what are you trying to pull here, mister?"

No, really check your email. I told you about this YEARS ago. Seriously, yo. Plus, you totally cannot argue with the testimonials on that linked page. And, there's also equations with obscure symbols that I KNOW you don't remember from calculus, so there. Totally iron-clad.

Also, I don't want to perpetuate any rumours that I put the G in Gmail, but it's already kind of out there, now isn't it? Plus, you can't really find any fault in the rationale. I've tried. The logic is sound, I tell you.

Enjoy, and you're welcome.

-Gene