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xx and I have started new blogs hosted by WordPress, and not just powered by the client. The fate of the influents.org domain remains uncertain for now. We may use it for some other creative task. I’ll begin sharing the new URLs if we have occasion to talk, whether over AIM or Facebook or through e-mail. Thanks to those who provided me an audience. It’s been a fairly decent year and a half.

Is it not already too late if one waits until one is thirsty to begin digging a well?”

-Chinese Proverb

What is your plan for life post-peak oil?I’m making a serious inquiry so that any interested parties may band together and prepare for an imminent future few are willing to face.

Professions? Education? Shelter? Food? Location? DEFENSE?

My biggest fear is one day suddenly being separated from my only family by 3,000 miles.

Keep in mind, we don’t actually have to run out of the stuff. Demand has to outstrip supply, which is already happening, and the capital and resources we put into extraction and production only have to exceed a certain threshold, far below 100%.

So, friends, let’s find strength in solidarity.

I’ve been reduced to wallowing in self-pity while listlessly eating out of my microwaveable soup bowl during my much too short lunch hour. Why? No clue. I just feel pathetic right now.

http://roadsofstone.com/2005/12/15/105-a-crisis-of-energy/

I resent the expression ‘9-5.’ It’s a myth, so stop perpetuating it, please. kthx.

There’s this pretentious, self-righteous kid who posted on the UCLA LJ community a few days asking for people’s journals. I really don’t think this is the right way to approach the situation. The general consensus was that it was a creepy request. The kid responds to my post about his creepy profile saying, “I take it you’re a perfect human being?” I laughed and also died a little inside…

Mainly because of his LJ post that followed the whole ordeal. He calls us, the people who responded, a bunch of self-absorbed, immature, shallow as a pool of piss, brainwashed conformists. Whoa, whoa there. Where did this reaction come from? Talk about overreacting. I’m willing to bet he’s a pariah, an outcast throughout all of school, who ironically claims that he’s somehow superior and more open-minded than everyone at UCLA. I don’t entirely blame him. I remember being a naive kid in college who thought my worldviews were the only right ones and that I was somehow better than a lot of other people. And I find that people who for some reason feel wronged by their peers, whether or not they’re right, seem to subscribe to this view.

One thing’s for certain: He apparently hasn’t yet gone through the humbling experience that ookla has to offer.

I’m not really offended or angry, but I do have half a mind to post an extremely snarky response to his personal LJ post. And in fact, I hope he reads this entry, so he knows that while he can put on snooty and self-righteous airs in front of his friends, he’s really just another insignificant teen who has yet to undergo life’s true rigors. He believes we’re trying to censor him, when all we would like is a little tact.

And we, the alums, are the sad ones who represent the dregs of society huh. Try being productive, not whiny. You’ll never expand your mind if you wallow in self-pity instead of being open to others. Learn it now, or learn it a much harder way later.

To view my previous entry, enter as the password the city I was born in.

On Monday, some idiot decided to crash into my still-newish car and run off without leaving a note. There’s a moderate amount of damage to my rear driver-side bumper, but it looks like whoever decided to hit me lost his side rearview mirror. Good. I kept the debris as evidence, although the police don’t seem to care. Apparently, nothing can be done without a license plate number or a witness description.

Jaymie kindly took me to the police station to file a report, and of course, they couldn’t do anything aside from filling out the paperwork, since there were no witnesses and no possible way to identify the moron. We did see a sleazy-looking guy while we were there who was begging the lady at the desk for his car keys, having recently been arrested for a DUI. We were a bit disgusted, though, when he said he worked for the LAUSD. As if anyone needs another reason to not send their kids to Los Angeles public schools…

So I feel pretty downtrodden right now. Not only do I have to pay out of pocket for an accident that’s not my fault — I need to haul my rear over to the repair shop and a rental car place sometime soon. I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, but I hate wasting my time doing things that aren’t absolutely necessary. Moreso than that, I feel 찝찝해. According to Naver, there’s no English equivalent for that word. I’m generally not a materialistic person and lucky for me, I don’t fawn or obsess over my car. Still, it gets to me that someone just violated my property and now I have to go through these next few days with an unneeded sense of urgency about getting it to the shop and worrying about the fact that my bumper is partially detached and that the plastic guard in my wheel well has fallen off.

And so yesterday, with all this stress, I couldn’t contain my passive aggressive rage when I came out of work to see that another judiciously challenged person had parked their car at a 45 degree angle to mine. Even better, I had an existing vendetta against this person for speeding dangerously in the parking structure at my expense. The last time, I left an empty water bottle under the person’s front tire so that when they backed out, it would crack and, ideally, startle the driver. This time I just left a note, written on a torn envelope, with the ever-so-eloquent ‘LEARN 2 PARK PLS.’

As for my car, I think I’ll put off the repairs and rental car business until the weekend. I simply don’t feel like dealing with this right now. I’ve begun feeling sick the last few days, physically.

I hate people.