I Think I've Lapped The Simulation

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I think I've lapped whatever simulation may, or may not, be running.

I've got a dance pad for Dance Dance Revolution. I plan on playing that game again once I have a PlayStation 2 again. I have a TV in my room, but the screen is broken, and the "director" of this homeless shelter has informed me that rather than replacing this TV, they would move me to another room. I'm comfortable in this room. I'm on the third floor, and going up and down the stairs is some kind of exercise. I'm looking forward to playing Dance Dance Revolution again, cause it's a good form of exercise and it's also a video game.

The episode of Star Trek Voyager I'm on started where they destroyed an asteroid headed for the surface of a nearby planet, and some of the fragments of that asteroid are heading for that planet.

I had a dream, last night, where there was a floor that needed mopping; Instead of mopping the floor, they flooded the floor and those who were in charge of mopping had to exit the floor. It didn't make sense to me. Tom Cruise was in that dream and I talked with him about the floor mopping situation and nothing else. There was nother dream I had that I haven't posted about where I was in a room with Neil Patrick Harris and I was playing video games; All I was concerned with was playing video games. I could have asked him about his career, but all I wanted to do in that dream was play more video games.

More and more, someone has been trying to convince me that I'm in some kind of a simulation, or a holodeck, or a holosuite, or a dreamatorium...if I was in any of these, there would be a way to call out to whatever computer was running these and EXIT the simulation.

Someone has been changing the volume of the media I've been consuming; I cannot explain this. I can only assume that someone else is in this room with me, and they are invisible. If they are not invisible, they are observing me from somewhere else.

I have a telescope on my leg; It was "carved" into my leg when the doctors who helped me with skin grafts took skin off of my left thigh to compensate for the loss of skin on my left and right shins after I tried to jump over a fire. The fire was too high. I suffered and burned. Two of the EMTs who helped me were there within seconds of my landing on the ground on the opposite side of the fire; They resembled two people I've known from my life. One of them resembled an entertainer named Scott Aukerman, and the other resembled my brother in-law Kelly Thomson.

For some reason, one day, my sister Natalie fist-bumped her husband Kelly and said "fist bump...totally normal thing for a wife to do to her husband." Something tells me there's a consortium of nerd "geniuses" trying to "compose" whatever I'm writing to the readers of this blog.

Once I submitted myself to the MacArthur Genius Grant; I believe some, or all, of the previous winners of this grant are involved in the confusion and interest readers may or may not have experienced in my writings.

I know I'm smart, I know I'm capable of running a writers room. I know I'm capable of leading a team of creative people in making MANY television shows and movies, to entertain the masses. It occurs to me that some of the "geniuses" involved in all of this consider "the masses" to be ants...ants who pay their bills; Ants who are grateful to have a distraction from their lives as workers in this amalgam of menial tasks to get them from one day to the next.

Something I didn't mention about that dream from last night was one of my bosses from a previous job was there. She and I kissed, but something was off. Our teeth bumped into each other, as if this "boss" had never made out before. Some of these "geniuses" aka "virgins" may not have experienced making out before, and something tells me that this bumping of teeth together was meant to be a "meet cute". Not only does it not count as a meeting, but it's not cute. It only brings me to the conclusion that some aliens might ACTUALLY BE ALIENS, and they don't have lips and they don't know what making out is.

If you've ever seen the movie called Mars Attacks, it deals with aliens who try to infiltrate earth. One of the humans tries to make out with one of the aliens, and it simply doesn't work. One of the aliens attempting to infiltrate earth, puts an alien head on a human woman's body and it's freakish to watch.

Two of these freaks have been calling me, on my personal cell phone; They are both men, and they both think that any amount of conversation constitutes a "meeting of the minds" or some kind of a "date". They are wrong. They should be killed. I don't care about them. I don't want to MEET with them, in whatever context that means to each of them. After our conversation yesterday, I set my phone to "Do Not Disturb". Before I went to sleep last night, I stopped the "Do Not Disturb" option on my phone, in case I was to receive any calls or texts from important people. I received another call from "them" today, from a PRIVATE NUMBER, and instead of answering, I set my phone to "Do Not Disturb" again.

There is a point of contention between me and these two virgin asshole pieces of shit. When I was staying in a different homeless shelter, under the same name that this current homeless shelter shares, they called me and tricked me into doing numerous things that I didn't care about. Once, they told me to start a conversation with an ugly girl who was standing outside of one of the buildings near that shelter. They told me to dance with her. I responded that I didn't want to do that. I think this might have been an attempt to get me to GET WITH another girl I wasn't attracted to, to further their STUPID plan to get me to end up with a girl I'm not attracted to.

Not only do I not want to end up with a girl I'm not attracted to, similar to the Norm and Vera Peterson storyline from Cheers, but I want these two idiots to die. I'm referring to actual death. I want them to die for what they've done to me, and for what they've wanted to do to me.

If you have any objections to ANYTHING I've typed in this blog post, DON'T respond in the comments section of this post. That's all for now. I'm gonna get back to this episode of Star Trek Voyager.