HAPPY HOLY binary Day!

Let us start today by acknowledging that Ohio State is going to begin their glorious reign starting tomorrow.  When the polls come out, it will be OSU at the top spot, and I believe they will be staying there for an inappropriate amount of time.

Next I would like to give a shout out to my godfather in North Carolina.  Thank you for your always illuminating correspondence.  Your path is a winding trail.  The trees around you are part of one cosmic tree.  The leaves all tremble in the same unified wind, perfectly in place.

Our existence here is fleeting, that much we can agree upon.  All things must die, which includes you and me and all of humanity for that matter.  So why are we brought into this world, only to one day be snuffed out like a cockroach under God's steel toed boot?

The answer, apparently, is 42.  It has been all along. 

That was my little binary joke for the day. Happy 10/10/10 everybody.

Emails of questions just keep rolling in.  We can hardly keep up with the public's demand for FM2012.  One question I received was in regards to my lady-chasing ways.  "Felson, why is it that you seem to treat women like objects?  Aren't you trying to be a agent of change?"

When I read this question I crapped my pants.  It is for that reason I will be giving the maid a special bonus for Xmas this year.  I didn't know perplexity could make one move in such a way, but I guess we are always learning new things.

Take me away from the Hood.  We all know that necessity is the enabler of invention.  Well, there was a time when I was actually a decent human being....I believed that two people could be enough and that relationships were sacred.  A series of unfortunate events, perhaps, not having one's feelings returned one too many times lies at the heart.  Honesty has always been the first policy, but I didn't realize that we are living in a make believe world.  If life is a dream, what happens when you wake up?  Felson.  You created it, now its here, and you get to live with it.

When I was in my teenage years, after battling autism for the second time, I met up with a girl who would change my world.  She opened my eyes up to what Love is like in relationships.  She burned bright, possibly too bright, and when it ended I was in ruins.

I fell into a chaotic tailspin.  I joined the cirucs.  I was looking for nub in all the wrong places.  Dumpsters.  Back alleys.  You name it, it was bad.  Like I said, I was addicted to brown brown for a while, which is a combination of Cocaine and Gun Powder.  It is what they give little african children before they go into territorial disputes.  Can you imagine the kind of wake that remained in lieu of this beautiful woman?

It all collapsed one day...when I decided that I was detached from my life.

And there were two things.

I have attempted, unsuccessfully to kill myself two times.  I have the razor marks on my arm as proof!  The first time, was in reaction to being rejected.  Strangely enough when I was in the Mental assylum I would fall for another crazy person.  This is not a good idea.

Round two, more of the same....undeterred, found in the bathtub like a damn retard, back to the hospital, this time for the opposite of being rejected.  It was a relationship of ownership, and imagine me being a slave?  Like, yeah right.  I need people to do stuff FOR me.

What did I learn from all of this?  Well, I am here for a very specific reason, that is what.  How do you survive death like I have so many times?  Like the time I wrecked my car and walked out of the hospital in scrubs, unable to remember what the shit just happened.  Shudda died.  Still here. 

Like the time I was mowing on a slippery hill, and flipped the lawnmower on top of me, barely escaping death.

Here is my theory.  M theory is pretty much correct, I think we can all agree.  What if, in this multiverse, I have died?  Many deaths.  What if I died each time....and lived each time......where does that take me?  When you think about this, try to think about Schrodinger's cat.

Go get her.  What the shit does this mean?  The second time I was in the mental assylum I fell in love yet again, and yet again had my heart ripped out.  I was told by her that I was coming on too strong.  Which is funny, because I was accused of not trying hard enough by so many other women.  You wanted to have your cake, and you wanted to eat it.  The extra funny thing is, I wasn't even coming onto her inappropriately WHATSOVEVER.  I have the proof, in a letter, saying that I am special in that I am truly a good friend.

Look, I know that life is a game.  Well, maybe I just arrived to the party a little late.  Once you can detach from your life in such a way, you realize that nothing matters that much....you can go ahead and say what you will, I am a cynic, an asshole, a womanizer, you can say all of that and you are right. 

The only thing you can count on in your life is you. And your relationship with Jesus.  There is no getting around it.

So what I would like you to do today, is take out your wallets.  Pull out a shiny dollar bill.  I want you to write the address of this website on the dollar bill.  Lets see what happens as a result of this.

You will be mine, by takin our time-Robert Plant to Jimmy Page.