Porn

Pop had an appointment this morning, and it has been a little while since I have had a little quality time to myself. So, yeah, I wasted another couple of good hours on porn. But so what? So, I didn't read three or four pages of "Lincoln" or finish typing out a "1984" post.

"But it all adds up. Two hours here, two hours there, and before you know it, you have wasted some good years from your life."

I suppose that's true, but a guy has to cum sometimes.

The Natural World

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1984 (3,2) Who Controls the Past?

Winston is still strapped to the table and the electrodes, as O’Brien continues to rehabilitate him.

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“There is a Party slogan dealing with the control of the past,” he said. “Repeat it, if you please.”

“ ‘ Who controls the past controls the future; who controls the present controls the past,’” repeated Winston obediently.

“ ‘Who controls the present controls the past,’” said O’Brien, nodding his head with slow approval. “Is it your opinion, Winston, that the past has real existence?”

Again the feeling of helplessness descended upon Winston. His eyes flitted toward the dial. He not only did not know whether “yes” or “no” was the answer that would save him from pain; he did not even know which answer he believed to be the true one.

O’Brien smiled faintly. “You are no metaphysician, Winston,” he said. “Until this moment you had never considered what is meant by existence. I will put it more precisely. Does the past exist concretely, in space? Is there somewhere or other a place, a world of solid objects, where the past is still happening?”

“No.”

“Then where does the past exist, if at all?”

“In records. It is written down.”

“In records. And -?”

“In the mind. In human memories.”

“In memory. Very well, then. We, the Party, control all records, and we control all memories. Then we control the past, do we not?”

-- “1984” by George Orwell

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Rain

It wasn't supposed to rain tonight. When I go to feed the cats, I hear it coming down. Not hard, but not a drizzle either. Ash and Sammy are there and come inside. There is no sight of Coco, though.

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And there's Coco, just a few minutes later.

I am left with a question: should I keep them indoors. It is raining so lightly, I feel pretty confident that I could just let them go. But I don't think so. It is supposed to be a rainy day tomorrow anyway. Though, I do like the idea of a quiet night.