middle east nuclear holy war crisis

i understand that wars, natural disasters, and famines must come to pass. i also keep reading in various sources that the future, notably prophecies that have yet to occur, is not exactly set in stone. in others, people have an active influence on prophecy, and that prophetic visions are mere likelihoods. this imminent things going on right now in the middle east is nonetheless disturbing. if the U.S. strikes Iran's nuclear sites then we can just kiss peace good bye, cuz we've just invited ourselves into a damn holy war. i really have a bad feeling about this.

thursday's productivity

to live infamously, precariously, and bodaciously. that is the key to the universe, single-dimensionally speaking, of course. brushing up on some rusted hinges on inner workings. ouch my shoulder hurts. twas a vicious cycle. i mean a vicious day. i mean a victim of a vicious day, me. suffocated in a big bag, my bag, a bag of wood and bricks. oh my God the end is coming near. Israel oh israel, open your beautiful eyes. Iran oh iran, close your fierce hand. and cut your nasty fingernails. and your toenails. dietary supplemental nirvana, oh yes, indeed. fourteen years ago i was almost eaten by king kong with banana breath. got into a big earthquake too. but i survived, can you believe? i dont care. cuz im the fastest typer in the west. i mean im the fastest typer in the south. never ate snails, nope, never will. im too smart for that. unless i can touch my ears with my tongue, i wont even try it. television used to be the bomb. now everything on it has bombed or is bombing. muppet babies, er babies of muppets, er baby muppets, them were bombs too. no, make that nuclear bombs. let my people go, you bastards. otherwise ill blow a bubble from gum tainted with aspartame. i had three cups of coffee de stars. i mean i spent three bucks for coffee. anyway do liberate yourself and pick your nose. do it infront of the president of your local library. or feed it to a hamster. sailing is for pirates not for geeks. yuppy are them magnolias. yummy are them raisin cookies. yucky are them public toilets. and yolky are them egg yolks. break my chains oh you colossals of fantastics. you heaps of the earth which i love your earthy smell, very much like roasted coffee beans from Kenya. i love you. oh yes i do.

interviews and going overseas, again.

so today was a full one mixed with interviews, running errands, making errands, driving here, driving there, making phone calls, receiving phone calls, yada yada yada. i didn't realize that i hadn't eaten. and it got so bad that i started getting really hot (this happens to when my body tries to tell me that i'm starving). so it seems like i prematurely accepted an offer. but i think it's the right choice for now.

things with the overseas plan, teaching folks how to read, write, and converse using the English language, looks to be more likely now. i really can't wait to go, again, and i'm so excited.

making decisions like these, decisions that can affect the course of your life, can be tough to make. but lately choices like these are so simple to make. i guess you can call me a free man, no longer a salve. chains have been broken, and i'm no longer bound by what-if's, at least not now, least not anymore.