Shit. There goes my breakfast.
Anyone care for a bowl of omelet chowder?
Make the World Stop Spinning
I'm deleting my drunkass ramblings and replacing them with something a little more pleasant and less dumb sounding. lol
Las Vegas Police Round Up the Midgets: No, I'm NOT Joking!
The cops kept arresting this insane midget for distracting traffic, but he kept going out there, so since arresting him wasn't working, they took him to a casino and got him a job instead. Only in Vegas would the police have a problem with chasing around recidivist criminal midgets, and figure "well, jail taught them nothing, so let's make them performance artists at casinos. That'll teach the little bastards to toy with the law!" lol
Sometimes the practical realities of Las Vegas outdoes any slapstick comedy the 3 Stooges or Jim Carey ever produced.
This Suffering World Needs the Kindhearted Music of Las Vegas
For all it's flaws, faults, and outright evil, Las Vegas probably has the best music in all the world. It is a city of millions of businesses, all competing with eachother in a massive synergistic orgasmic tornado of trying to please and satisfy with entertainment, so that the 43 million tourists who pass through the town will dump all their money in THEIR business.
I'm learning here that I've been wrong all my life about the most basic principle of being a human being:
People don't want to be unhappy,
they've just been unhappy so long,
they've lost the capacity to enjoy their own enjoyment.
You CAN get it back!
It is so much easier to be happy in a context where others want you to. Obviously we have to be a man and grownup about that, and not depend on others for our happiness, but an existential and massive force multiplier should never be casually dismissed. That's counterproductive.
I will happily discuss all the ins and outs of the pervasive drive of pleasure in Las Vegas on other levels some other time, but my point here is just how this creates an natural selection process for the concentration of pleasure. With music, that means you have actual teams of scientists, hoards of server rooms, and billion dollar budgets, all trying to establish stimuli that appeals to the desire for gratification of happiness--and music is at the very center of that.
Concerts and the like have their function, but music gets played everywhere in Vegas, invisibly, and everywhere you go. What I'm talking about here is not the venues, but the passive piped in music that plays invisibly everywhere, and is intended to set a mood.
The music selection is what I'm getting at. The Las Vegas Natural Selection Musical Process, establishes the best feeling music of the past, and I have to say, I'm not used to being in a city where everywhere you go, there is fun and pleasing and happy music playing everywhere.
This is in direct contrast with everywhere else I've been in the entire world. In most places, businesses use music to manipulate people, and Vegas is no exception--but the difference is that Las Vegas has learned that people want to be made happy by music, so they play music that makes us happy. The rest of the world plays music that inflicts a feeling of incompleteness and lost love, so we have to reach out and grab that worthless piece of shit on the store shelf, put it in our cart, and eat it later.
Everyone with a brain is going to hit the brakes right here and say, "Are you fucking kidding me? Las Vegas is probably the biggest criminal who ever lived in that area, so go eat a dick, Null." Funny thing is I would always have thought so too, and don't tell me to eat a dick you sonofabitch--except that's not how it plays out here. I do not here music about lost love very often in Vegas. I hear music like THIS below--music that makes a man WANT to have a hardon, instead of crying about bonerkill. Logic suggests the opposite expectation to me, but the experience has been nothing but music that makes me look forward to life.
I like that. I don't know why it's true, but I've been here a month, and I can't believe the constant feeling of wanting to make people feel happy here. It's counterintuitive, but it's true--maybe because of the places I'm going. That might be the difference there. I tend to stick to the nice places for the most part, and maybe that's the difference.
Anyway, if you love great music, holy shit is Vegas the place to hear it all. It's everywhere and it's beautiful and it makes you feel great!
Most of the music I hear sounds like this.
Doesn't it just make you love being alive?
I Play God
Those who say there is only one god
are doomed to the answer to that question,
instead of freed by the answer to
how many godhoods there could be.
I have a spinning random number ring on each hand.
When I'm bored, I spin them, and they give me a number between 0-12.
The Universal Decimal Classification facets most all ideas in the entire infinity of the Metaverse in an organized 0-9 format similar to the Dewey Decimal System in any library.
Having memorized much of the first few layers, I can associate any idea in nature with whatever numbers I spin on my rings.
I call it "Playing God."
The interesting thing is that I was not going to get these rings because they go 0-12 instead of 0-9, but by a staggering coincidence, the UDC facets of 11 and 12 have special significance that provides meaning to the entire activity.
11 and 12 are metaphysics and special metaphysics, which break down for the most part, into being and essence, and causality and extent.
https://udcsummary.info/php/index.php?tag=1&lang=en
What a coincidence this is, because all the rest of the system can be thought of in these terms--what things are, and the extent of their natures.
The Ring of the Nibelungen doth carry an everlasting curse, but only because those who seek it think in terms of “Good” and “Evil” – themselves being at all times “Good”.
The way to kick that curse is to put the competition down and see the nature and relations of things as they are and how they could be, rather than persistently through the perpetual lens of competition. Without doing so, the Metaverse remains a zero-sum game, and we remain merely athletes in a competition, rather than players in a real world.
Sport is theater for the stupid.
volantibus ac fodientibus agri sale consiti non nocent, nam qui solum possidet, id a caelo usque ad centrum possidet.
Those who can fly and burrow are not harmed by salted fields--for who owns the soil, owns it from sky to center.
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