Dan Vs People That Can Speak But Don't Do It Right.

So Shark Tank was on the tele.

An old man who happened to be a veterinarian had a product that helps prevent a bunch of diseases in animals. The man states that he has had no cases of these diseases in his clinic  in the past forty years - since he has been making and distributing the stuff.

One of the sharks - the young white guy - says no.

Wait what.

How would this shark know whether or not the old man has had any cases of these diseases in his practice? The veterinarian would know. He ought to, it is his  practice.

It might be that this man has had no patients in the past forty years, or that he has only seen a rabbit and a mouse or he deals with turtles that live far longer than that or that there is another vet in town that deals with those diseases.
It doesn't matter. The claim is that he has had no cases of those diseases in his clinic -- with any or all of the above events, this could be completely true. None of the above suddenly change the fact that he has not had a case of those diseases in his clinic in the past forty years.

What the shark meant was "These claim are outlandish, I refuse to believe them without sufficient evidence". What he said was "You have not gone forty years without one of those diseases in your clinic".

I agree with what he meant to some extent, but I do not agree with what he said.

3 Birds

I think they say things.
Speak in unheard voices.
Do they spread slander? Are they assuming?
I wonder who I could make talk.
No.
They all talk.
I wonder who I could make reveal it to me.

Do they think everything is the truth?
Do they know what I think?
How could they?

Bachelor of Evil Science, majoring in explosions and minoring in deception.

Once Bitten

This seems so familiar. No it doesn't.

The preferred outcome of this seems familiar - it did not exactly end well but it began and middled well.

I think it began well. I don't actually know how it began.
It just found myself there without any idea of how. Maybe if I knew how, I'd know what to do.

I don't want to go there for advice. I can't. It wouldn't work.

Awaysick

I was just in Vancouver for the weekend. It was great amazing.
So I came home.
The bus pulled up to the school.
Mom was there waiting.
I get into the car.

I coughed. The smell of smoke was so strong that I actually coughed. Is this what I smell like?
I realized that I do not hate my mother, so to speak, but I do greatly dislike living with smokers. No wonder I'm of bad health, I secondhand a fucking tonne.

I need to get out of here.

Mexican Addendum

The world unfolds with a striking degree of coincidence. Often with the intent of spiting me.

I've been a good person most of my life, haven't I?
That probably isn't true. Maybe.

I've done good things, right?
That might be mostly a lie.

I used to believe in karma. Maybe I still do. Maybe it never believed in me.

I used to be angry.
Or sad.

Or something.

Then I put my headphones on and everything melted away.

Why... So... SERIOUS

For some reason, people have a hard time taking me seriously.

Just because I'm exaggerating doesn't mean that it's all be some elaborate joke. 

So for spring play, I'm supposed to be a fat Mexican.

SO MUCH RAGE.

I don't want another supporting role.  I got stuck being Simon because Brooke and Aaron didn't make good Simons.
I haven't read the play yet, but I get the feeling that fat Mexican is a supporting role.

I guess the play isn't the point.
I've been a little 'out' lately I guess. Maybe I'll be 'out' for the rest of my life.
I don't know what I mean by 'out' -- maybe out of style, out of fashion. Out of favour, maybe.
Out of the good graces. Out of luck.

Wrote a short story for English class. Maybe I'm a good writer.

Too bad it'll never pay.