Note that this meandering diatribe is in response to CipherPunk’s equally irrelevant non-sequitur. While an amusing anecdotal diversion, the situation only illustrates an irrelevant contrived conjecture disjointed from the reality of freedom. From a simplistic biological perspective, “fatherhood” is an artifice purportedly entwined within the evolution of human society. The machinations of beneficial circumstance notwithstanding, the circumspect sanctity of human existence is itself questionable. One could stipulate a blood donor’s “rights” concerning the recipient of his or her life-sustaining red fluid, for all the effort involved in sperm donation.

Frames: $100 Lenses: $380 The knowledge that 1.71 refractive-index plastic lenses cost more than a contact exam and frames: priceless. January marks the necessity to update my contacts for the yearly metamorphosis my eyes undergo. Apparently I’ve slipped two diopters since last year, confusing my eye doctor; people my age don’t have fluctuating vision and increasing myopia as a rule. So why did I mention my glasses, when everyone knows I clearly prefer contacts?

Rumors of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated. After the craziness of the holidays and the unending barrage of activities in and around the holidays, I merely needed a couple weeks to recuperate. Part of the blame rests with the fact I finally obtained the mother of all penis jokes, a Wii. As can be expected, I’ve been playing Twilight Princess. All in all, a very good game with an unusual dark undertone for a Zelda game.

Sometimes I catch a sliver of a phrase that contains within it a shard of true insight both innocent and intentional. It could be from a book, A song, an animated film, a graphic novel, someone on the street, or an unexpected observation from my rapidly unraveling mind. Regardless of the source, with each fragment a tiny piece of an infinitely overwhelming puzzle becomes imperceptibly clearer. It is melancholy of the purest sort, consuming and unapologetic in demanding my remaining attention.

Well, my quest to obtain a Wii has failed utterly and spectacularly. How could this happen? With hundreds of thousands of these things circulating the country, why are they so unobtainable? Aside from the worthless cocks tying up systems in the pursuit of profit, I’m certain there are some supply-chain issues plaguing the undulating horror of Chicago. I got up early this morning thanks to my ever present alarm clock: the L train, took a shower, and killed some time to waltz down to the local Best Buy roughly twenty minutes before it opened.