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Pride is not a bad thing. All it is, in reality, is a healthy admiration and respect for yourself, derived from self-love. It is just that it doesn’t conform to the normal social bullshit rule where you don’t share your overflowing self-love with other, lesser people. Contrary to popularly held belief, refusing to give in or settle for less than …
This world has two things going on right now that are definitely setting the tone: The internet has placed the entire cornicopia of human ideas at our fingertips, while automation and trade are forcing more and more people to use those ideas as products in an entrepreneurial fashion. Combined, these two forces are blessing us all with the opportunity to …
Often, people come to me with a chain of “failures” under their belt. People pick a problem area of their life, make some effort to change, and slide back down into old habits. Then, they pick a new area, repeating the same pattern. Over and over they will do this effectively going in circles. Wash, rinse, repeat. Sadly, some mistake …
Ah, the Sleepers. Tasty, tasty Sleepers. These are my absolute favorite of nature’s little menagerie: Those slovenly souls who have not yet gotten a taste of their true nature. They bumble around through all of creation like cuddly, gluttenous little animals, stumbling so hard through their alotted moments and convinced that they are not destined for the inevitable tragedy that …
Today, Darkworkers, I have buckets of gratitude for you, sprinkled with excitement. Frankly, all the unicorns and rainbows playing in my mind damn near had me thinking I had undergone a polarity shift, until I noticed that picturing Ken Ham getting mushroom stamped by Neil deGrasse Tyson still gifts me with an asexual rage-boner. Truly, I haven’t been this pumped …
Last week, I had the chance to attend the 2nd International Left-Hand Path (LHP) conference. In a mark of good fortune (or perhaps my will made manifest), it was held right here in Indianapolis. Hence, for me, going was a no-brainer and a simple matter of rolling myself out of bed. It was, however, interesting to sip my coffe and …