Life Outside PLT1

Random thoughts from 3am jotted down on a piece of paper sometime in the past few months.

Where do my pens go?

I honestly don’t know. At the start of each year I buy a box of bic pens since I have none left. Either there’s a small blackhole in my room or I should find hundreds of them behind my desk. I have a feeling though that it’s actually because the universe is designed specifically to annoy me.

Like my socks. Nearly all of my socks are black gold top socks, I bought like a dozen pairs or so a few years back, except for three old pairs. It still takes five attempts each morning to find a matching pair, as the worst case scenario kicks in each time. Then again, I suppose I could just wear a mismatching pair, it’s not like anyone goes around inspecting people’s ankles.

What annoys me more is that the universe is setup so that I can’t do what I want to. Which is solely fixated on the quest for knowledge. Originally I was considering living forever by extending my own life indefinitely. But it turns out there are some slight technical hitches with this plan. Name that much like Tetris you will lose eventually as you’ll stumble upon a set of circumstances that will result in your death, and secondly people tend to get shirty when you suggest manipulating your own genetic material.

So extending my own life posed difficulties. You could try turning to religion, most of which have some sort of after life presumably giving you spare time to learn everything. But then comes the most terrifying thought of them all. What if you did know? Rapidly I could see my entire world crumbling around me. What would you do next?

The next obvious task would be to try and find out something new, but what if there is only a finite number of things to know? Having proven all theorems, and entertained all trains of thought I can only imagine insanity would result due to the complete destruction of any purpose for the individual. Hence without even scraping the surface on this undertaking you have to stop to save yourself.

Then again it doesn’t matter. We don’t have infinite time to work with. You will die. Inevitable, and you will be forgotten. In the greater scheme of things it’s hopeless . Nobody escapes the absolute failure in that we all perish. The universe will not last forever. How then will you choose to use this short time you have? No point bearing grudges, the only things left to us are what we wish to experience isn’t it?

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And now for things I experienced today. Because I know you’re sitting at work, and you have nothing interesting to do, so you’re slacking off reading this.

I found $25 in my wallet that wasn’t ear marked for anything. So I decided to use it for pizza. Rounded up Mathew, Mel and John and drove from Andie’s flat to Papakura to get pizza at the Sahara Tent. Because a lamb kebab on a pizza is in fact awesome. Also it sounds like a terribly bad start to a joke, ‘A youth pastor, a statistician, a mathematician and a computer scientist wander into a bar’. And then because I tricked people into coming by promising them Royal Crown Draft Cola we then drove off to the Countdown in Papakura.

Pxt courtesy of John, to prove it did happen. I swear there were more kids than adults in that place, the place was swarming with them. Anyway, we got two tubs of ice cream, a 4 pack of royal crown, a packet of ginger kisses and 2 litres of chocolate Primo and drove all the way back to Ellerslie to Andie’s flat. I immediately regret being the driver No booze for me, so I’ll die from heart failure rather than liver disease. Oh well, another day perhaps.

Edit: And this is the photo Jeremy didnt want you to see.

Jeremy: Hey I was saving that for another article

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Random link of the day: Swimming at the edge of Victoria Falls

And if anyone knows where my pens go, seriously would you mind telling me…