one percentile of my communication

sometimes my internet works like dialup. that makes me sad because it is not dialup. is dialup one word or two?

i want to know what my cat is thinking. stream of conciousness style. like if you have no 'words' to identify the world then how do you identify things? through feelings? i've been trying to figure this one out since i was a kid. and why do cats have wiskers on their foreheads? would you call those eyebrows? i heard an artist speak on wednesday about how evolution will make humans have smaller eyes because we won't need to depend on them as much for survival as we have in the past and we'll have really large foreheads to hold excesses of information. unfortunately knowledge does not equal wisdom.

sometimes when i look my cat in the eye he stares back at me, in my eyes. but i dont' really feel the same energy as i do when i look at another person in the eyes. which brings me to my next point. why don't we like to look each other in the eye? and what is the strange feeling that we get when we actually make that connection? is it just some social construction that tells us that we shouldn't look too long into each other's eyes because it means something specific or is there some sort of exchange of some sort that we don't really understand... i'm confused. maybe i'll ask mooney. he seems to be able to shed light on these sorts of situations. he was talking about how kids are always experimenting by doing things like running into couches and jumping and spinning and stuff. they seem to be constantly testing the world to see how far they can go. it seems to be very spontaneous though. where's the transition where we lose that kind of wonderment and learn to play by the rules?

i realize this all sounds kind of crazy. stream of conciousness...

it's been grey and/or rainy for over a week i think. i would like to see the sun sometime soon. unfortunately, when i checked the weather there was some sort of horizontal rain/wind like icon i've never seen before on a weather forecast. whatever it means it can't be good and does not in any way, shape, or form resemble any icon i've ever seen represent sunshine. unfortunately.

tomorrow morning there will be the little gem and eggs and pancakes with bacon on top.

nina simone rocks my world : oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

i want to be a graphic designer but i also like to make cool looking things which i'm supposed to reject as a designer. more confusion.