INNER DEMONS DEFEATED, WHAT'S NEXT?Having soothed into oblivion the great mass of depression, self-loathing and clump of anxiety that kept me from doing...well....anything really, for the first time in my life I am starting to say "Hmmmm you know laying around and doing nothing is not really very fulfilling." Thus it occurs to me that I figure I need to discover something to do for a living, and also for the first time, I don't really want to settle for some menial office task which causes me to look at the clock 800 times a day and cry.
And so it has become apparent to me that I should perhaps continue my schooling and get one of those nifty degree things that my nubian friend recently got. And along the same lines as him, I really seem to enjoy taking apart, putting together and re-working computers so I think I'll go with that. Yes, excellent. So now to ponder a course of study...
PEOPLE DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT BUDDHISM
Over the last few days I have really come to realize that people are really in the dark about what this is really about. Perhaps the funniest thing I have had said to me is "WELL WHO DO YOU IDIOTS THINKS REINCARNATES YOU? THE BIG FAT BUDDHA?" Oh dear.
I am considering putting together some sort of page here that explains it in further detail and how it helped me.
KEY TO WORLD PEACE SITS IN MY LIVING ROOM
And his name is Alfred. Alfred is my iguana who I have noticed is universally loved by all. Thus I am planning a worldwide tour, focusing on the Middle-East, where he will be displayed. Upon seeing the adorable green lizard, any angry heart will be overcome with joy and adoration! Fighting will cease, people will come together to oooh and aww over him and thus the peace process will begin. VIVA LA LIZARD!
| Got the furries in a flurry, they been yiffin' it up -- Posted by BalconyDive on Friday, February 24 2006 | ||||||||||||||||
Another day another interview for a job I don't want (which is good because I won't be getting it). What fresh hell did I walk into today? A franchise store(?) known as Cartridge World. Essentially they refill printer and toner cartridges. While it's a good idea for a business (I guess) I don't look forward to the idea of playing with ink all day. I also have zero want to work somewhere with a uniform shirt. That would be a job, I want a career. I also want a hot bi-sexual girlfriend who brings friends home with her and does dirty things to me. We'll see which of those things I get first. On the way home I slowly got pissed off because I was all dressed and wearing a tie, I even went over my boots to make them all shiny last night, meanwhile the guy was wearing a pair of ugly khakis and a shirt and looked like he hadn't shaved. I hate wearing a tie. What I need is some of that inner peace Vomit has apparently found. Alas I'm not prepared to give up my sloth or gluttony to reach nirvana. They were a crappy band anyway and I wish Frank Black would kill the living members for ripping him off so much. 
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| -- Posted by OtterVomit on Friday, February 17 2006 | ||||||||||||||
Eight Emancipations "Ananda, there are these eight emancipations. Which eight? "Possessed of form, one sees forms. This is the first emancipation. "Not percipient of form internally, one sees forms externally. This is the second emancipation. "One is intent only on the beautiful. This is the third emancipation. "With the complete transcending of perceptions of [physical] form, with the disappearance of perceptions of resistance, and not heeding perceptions of diversity, thinking, 'Infinite space,' one enters and remains in the dimension of the infinitude of space. This is the fourth emancipation. "With the complete transcending of the dimension of the infinitude of space, thinking, 'Infinite consciousness,' one enters and remains in the dimension of the infinitude of consciousness. This is the fifth emancipation. "With the complete transcending of the dimension of the infinitude of consciousness, thinking, 'There is nothing,' one enters and remains in the dimension of nothingness. This is the sixth emancipation. "With the complete transcending of the dimension of nothingness, one enters and remains in the dimension of neither perception nor non-perception. This is the seventh emancipation. "With the complete transcending of the dimension of neither perception nor non-perception, one enters and remains in the cessation of perception and feeling. This is the eighth emancipation. "Now, when a monk attains these eight emancipations in forward order, in reverse order, in forward and reverse order, when he attains them and emerges from them wherever he wants, however he wants, and for as long as he wants, when through the ending of the mental fermentations he enters and remains in the fermentation-free awareness-release and discernment-release, having directly known it and realized it in the here and now, he is said to be a monk released in both ways. And as for another release in both ways, higher or more sublime than this, there is none."
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| -- Posted by BalconyDive on Wednesday, February 8 2006 | ||||||||||||
 WANTED Ben Smiths fucking head 
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| Chino XL, Asia Carrera, & Raven are all members of Mensa. -- Posted by BalconyDive on Tuesday, February 7 2006 | ||||||||||
We'll keep your resume on file my ass. A long long time ago I went in to some...place...for some kind of test for a job. Less than a week later I got in the mail a "No" letter and was sad. Today, same company emails me and wants me to send them a resume...even though they "found" my resume on the internet. Of course I'll be going ahead and sending it to them, but it all struck me as funny. 
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| -- Posted by OtterVomit on Monday, February 6 2006 | ||||||||
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaah -- Posted by BalconyDive on Monday, February 6 2006 | ||||||
Fall asleep at Four:Thirtysomething, wake up at Six:somethingsomething, stay awake all day exhausted. Good thing I'm unemployed. I miss my friends and want to hook back up with them, or maybe some new guys are in order. One things for sure the crowd I'm running with now sucks. Seems it takes 3 or 4 of them to measure up to the old gang. What? Screw you, I'm allowed to bitch.
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| Look at all the people with their heads down in their hands -- Posted by BalconyDive on Thursday, February 2 2006 | ||||
Well, so much for that good day.
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| AAAAAAAGH -- Posted by BalconyDive on Thursday, February 2 2006 | ||
Stupid fucking internet! Marty & Doc are NOT GAY.
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| -- Posted by OtterVomit on Wednesday, February 1 2006 |
"And how is a monk content? Just as a bird, wherever it goes, flies with its wings as its only burden; so too is he content with a set of robes to provide for his body and almsfood to provide for his hunger. Wherever he goes, he takes only his barest necessities along. This is how a monk is content." "Abandoning covetousness with regard to the world, he dwells with an awareness devoid of covetousness. He cleanses his mind of covetousness. Abandoning ill will and anger, he dwells with an awareness devoid of ill will, sympathetic with the welfare of all living beings. He cleanses his mind of ill will and anger. Abandoning sloth and drowsiness, he dwells with an awareness devoid of sloth and drowsiness, mindful, alert, percipient of light. He cleanses his mind of sloth and drowsiness. Abandoning restlessness and anxiety, he dwells undisturbed, his mind inwardly stilled. He cleanses his mind of restlessness and anxiety. Abandoning uncertainty, he dwells having crossed over uncertainty, with no perplexity with regard to skillful mental qualities. He cleanses his mind of uncertainty."
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