shakespeare; stoned.

maybe we shouldn't trust google.

i can see this 1984-ish future when i'm middle aged and we're all living in a police state that finds its origins in google as a collector of personal information on everyone, it blows up to a point where it follows you almost all the time. 

oh how big brother-ish of me. how grossly unoriginal. weed may make one a better story teller, not necessarily a more accurate one.

before i left to get a glass of juice, i had this grand idea of food. that when people ate food made directly from the ingredients available, they were healthy. now that we're changing the chemical nature of natural foods, then we're playing god, and we don't know what we're doing.

wow, that sounded extremely uppity. now wonder i don't think it's such a great idea now that i've got my glass of juice and returned to my computer. at least i focused on what modern foods are really made of for a while, which would probably a good idea for most of us in the world.

but i am certainly not here to preach about food. oh hell no.

i was writing a leter, and i quoted shakespeare:

lady, by yonder blessed moon i swear

that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

o, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,

that monthly changes in her circled orb,

lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

what shall i swear by?...

...do not swear at all;

or, if thou wilt, swear by the gracious self, and i'll believe thee.

i've never read shakespeare stoned before, sounds pretty nice.