Nostalgia of the Mind

First, in order to comprehend (vocab word of yesterday [heh its one in the morning]) the following, please read this blog post explaining the proper safety precautions. Or, just read the following quote:

What does this mean for you, the obviously not-very-beloved reader who I’m sure is stalking me right now (I assume one person will read this blog post; I consider myself popular). Usually, you can tell how much rambling there is by how many layers of parentheses, brackets, square brackets, etc. there are. Seeing as I hit three, ([{, I must be in an odd frame of mind. (compare this to my previous posts)

Wait... what? Oh yeah, heh. The IMPLICATIONS.

Thank you, and good luck. Well, good luck after the jump... (THE MORE HITS THE BETTER MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA MY DIABOLICAL PLAN IS WORKING)

Another of my zany antics: now, another forced blog post. Whenever a week or two goes by and I have nothing to blog about, I churn out a random blog post just so I stay current. I AM planning a few blog posts (yes I'm thinking ahead; it gives me the runs by its worth it), so stay tuned. One of them involves the role of technology and robotics versus human interaction as seen at a movie theater (with a special bonus of a poorly shot, shitty quality cell-phone video as evidence); the other, something about physics and relationships. A bit mysterious, to be sure, but the latter I have been fleshing out in my mind, on paper (nah, otherwise other people might think me a wee bit touched with the ole' brain fever), and my friends (well, they were before, so that's something). Something involving the laws of electromagnetic attraction and repulsion applied to a model of human behavior and grouping patterns (where people go). [I sound sooooo scientific. Yeehee; I'm giggling like a little school girl testing blasting caps on high-yield explosives.]

So, um, the above is why I try not to blog after like, 11:00 PM, (or see my first posts: vodka and donkeys? I must have been high on my own dying shreds of consciousness [ooh, poetic, or see this.])

Um, yeah. Look at the time. I really should go to bed now. And I just realized: now that I’m third in google searches for Josh Stroud, my employers are going to google me (that’s a word, I think), and figure out I’m merely a teenager, instead of a cross between the 2nd?3rd? coming of Jesus and Thor, with a dash of salt to taste.

Fin.