Can’t Sleep… Must Blog…

Got things on the mind. They are as follows:

1) The situation at the Olympics: I think I share the same sentiment that most people felt when they heard about the little girl who sang behind the curtain: outrage. Sometimes I’m just downright ashamed with the human race, and this was one of those times. The idea that a government official can go up to an 8 year old girl and tell her that she “has a beautiful voice, but is too ugly for TV” just sickens me. And that some pretty little doll, with no talent aside from being able to PRETEND to sing, can grace the limelight on the world’s stage. Fuck you Chinese government! Well… at least they didn’t use CG to generate the pretty one. Pathetic. Although, the point is well taken that OUR culture started it.

2) The Mating Habits of the Centipede/Scorpion: Do you know how centipedes choose a mate? Well, the males grope around the undergrowth until they find one, but the female always has her lower body curled up. The only way the male can mate with her is by loosening her grip. She does this to ensure that only the strongest male will mate with her. However, even once a male has a firm grip, stronger males often come along and remove him from the female, and mates with her himself. I find it interesting that this occurs everywhere in nature, and obviously it exists in us as well. I find it especially fascinating that the female of the species is always the one who “decides” whether or not mating will occur. I suppose it’s because females have to protect an egg, and therefore must exercise careful consideration when choosing their boyfriends. (Luckily the male scorpion has developed a brilliant answer to this problem; he gives her a little poke with his stinger, and she becomes disoriented and intoxicated, losing her judgement. Then, he mates with her.)

3) One would think that living in two apartments at the same time would have a relaxing effect on an individual. However, the contrary is true. Along with the feeling of having twice is much space comes the feeling of having twice as much space to maintain. I gotta just get this move over with.

4) I don’t like it when the people in the apartment next to me have a party. It’s not because the noise bothers me, it’s because I’m not invited. In many ways, an apartment is a communal place. It’s hard, as humans, for us not to feel the urge to socialize with those who live in your proximity. I suppose the old adeges of “not knowing your neighbor anymore” ring true here. It sounds like they got a real rager going on over there too. No “Guitar Hero” for miles in any direction, I should hope.

This has been another edition of me having nothing of any real interest to say. I’m gonna go try and sleep again. I wonder if I’ll remember this post in the morning…