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“Shut up, that’s why!”

Kevin: You never understand my Simpsons references.

Diana: That’s because all of your references are stupid and obscure.

Kevin: They’re not obscure, they’re subtle. You know, like the “b” in “subtle”? You don’t really notice it in there, and you never, ever see it coming. It’s just a silent letter. It’s kind of funny when you stop to think about the word, actually. The letter “b” subtly epitomizes the very essence of the word, “subtle”. That’s a highly unusual thing, isn’t it? I mean, isn’t it fascinating how the letter “b” in a word like “subtle” can so perfectly illustrate the definition of the word that contains it?

Diana: . . . (sigh)

Kevin: You like that, Diana?

Diana: Nope.

Kevin: That’s always your answer. Do you ever like anything?

Diana: Not anything that ever comes out of your mouth.

Kevin: Well, that’s not very subtle. That’s like the “s” in “subtle”. Or the “t” in “subtle”. Or to a lesser extent, the “l” in “subtle”. Because you see, you hear the “l”, but it’s not as pronounced as . . .

Diana: Kevin, go away.



My conversation with God (continued)

GOD: You fault me for my lack of intervention?

KEVIN: Of course.

GOD: Just a moment ago, you told me that God should let His children live their own lives.

KEVIN: In an ideal universe, even the most aloof and irresponsible deity would take at least some measures to stop his children from hating and killing each other.

GOD: The funny thing about ideals is that they can differ so greatly depending on the dreamer. Sometimes, not even the dreamer himself can agree with his own ideals.

KEVIN: I see where this is going. You think I’m asking for too much. I shouldn’t gripe about the apathy of God if I truly valued humanity’s free will. You breathed life into our frail little bodies, gave us minds of our own, built us a playground, and then set us free. Well you know what? With all due respect, I’m not impressed. I just don’t understand the point of all of this.

Life on earth, you know? I mean, what the hell?

If what they say is true, then there’s a Heaven somewhere. It’s a place where you supposedly feel no pain. Death is nothing to fear in Heaven because you’ve already suffered enough and died for the final time. But what’s the point of pain, and what’s the point of death if we’re all truly destined for eternal bliss? People like to justify our mortality by claiming that God wants to teach us lessons that we’d never learn without first experiencing pain. Others try to convince you that God expects us to prove our worth before we can claim our right to stop the suffering. Still others conjecture that the physical and metaphysical universe is fragmented, and living a perfectly virtuous life will reconnect you to the greater whole. And the theories continue. To tell you the truth, I’ve never heard an explanation that satisfied me.

The more I think about suffering, the more I wonder why I can’t let go of that vision of the ideal universe in which God is both unconditionally loving, and unconditionally just. Why do we accept these assertions without questioning them? What proof do we really have of God’s infallibility? How in the hell are we supposed to be sure that God is more than just a sadist in the sky? The simple truth is we suffer by design. I wish I could understand the wisdom in this kind of creation.

GOD: I have faith that one day you will.

KEVIN: When do you suppose that will be? And since when did you conduct your affairs on the insistence of faith?

GOD: Oh, kid, you really do have a lot more to learn about me, don’t you?

KEVIN: I guess it was too much to expect a straightforward answer. I should have learned by now to just stop asking.

GOD: But where’s the fun in that?



The kind of conversations I have while I’m not writing

Kevin: so what’s up with you?
Casey: went for a jog
Kevin: wow, at 3 in the morning? safe neighborhood?
Casey: our township is rated one of the safest in the US lol
Casey: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canton_Township,_Michigan
Casey: Based on statistics reported to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Canton was the nation’s 20th safest municipality with a population over 75,000 during 2003, 2004, 2005, and 2006
Casey: plus who’s gonna fuck with someone 6′4 and 270 lbs?
Kevin: a 6′5 dude who’s 271 lbs?
Casey: fuck
Kevin: didn’t think about that shit, did you? you’re lucky to be alive.
Casey: bish



She can play with my kombolói any day

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Casey: http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/12/2008_greek_riots.html
Kevin: damn, that’s nuts
Kevin: compelling pictures
Casey: too bad they didn’t put the phone number for hot protester chick in #7
Kevin: lol dude i was thinking the same thing. is that wrong?
Casey: never
Kevin: she’s fighting for social justice and government reform and shit
Kevin: and we’re just thinking about banging her
Casey: bow chicka bow wow



I don’t

Kevin: that’s what happens when you distract me at work :P
Casey: Kevin: that’s what happens when i drink white russians at work
Casey: fixed
Kevin: i’m lactose intolerant
Kevin: i’d do better with black russians
Casey: that’s racist
Kevin: so by your line of thought, would that mean i blow white guys from russia while i’m at work?
Casey: shit, who doesn’t?



An excerpt from my conversation with God

GOD: It always comes back to that, doesn’t it? Whose beliefs are the truest, whose practices are the most pious, and most of all, whose version of God is the most accurate? My answer to you can only be this: as in all other things relating to humanity, there is a common thread that unites you all. In very basic terms, there is truth in all of your world’s religions.

KEVIN: So that’s it, then? Your answer is a vague and useless vindication of all things divine? Shiva, Yahweh, Bismillah, it’s all the same, right? Looks like the countless scores of quibbling religious denominations and sects have been fighting over nothing all along. Gold stars for everybody!

GOD: One of the most tragic constants in human history is your talent for oversimplification.

KEVIN: Forgive me, but aren’t you the one claiming that all roads lead to a single path? Isn’t that an oversimplification?

GOD: More like a simple statement of the facts. That’s not to say that all roads are as direct or straightforward as others, but none of them are entirely devoid of direction. Those people who would oversimplify, however, are often the ones who have the easiest time justifying violence and hatred in the name of God. It was never my intention that diversity would lead to such division.

KEVIN: Division is one of the things we do best. It’s a rule of nature. The truth is, humans strive on segregation, and resentment, and prejudice.

By default, we’re sectioned off by continents–but beyond that point, the rest of our divisions are voluntary. Within those huge masses of land that we call continents, we draw borders for individual countries. Some countries get along with each other and form international councils, while most others just sulk in the corner by themselves and mutter threats. Within our countries, we have states, and counties, and cities. And despite all of that propagandized nationalism and cultural identity bullshit, citizens of a country make plenty of reasons to hate each other when it comes to polarizing entities like partisan politics or professional sports. All of that national unity stuff melts away when you’re too busy bitching about the opposing party or screaming death threats at the visiting team. It’s all just fuel for pointless rivalry.

The divisions flow from top to bottom and permeate pretty much every aspect of our lives. I’m not trying to sound like a pseudo-socialist here, but humanity has more diversity than it knows what to do with it. Different skin colors, ethnic origins, governmental philosophies, religious doctrines, sexual orientation–there’s a wealth of reasons to senselessly hate each other. We are all self-transcending beings crammed into a common living space, so it’s inevitable that disagreements would arise. And what better way is there to win an argument than to kill everybody who contradicts you? I’m still trying to decide whether suicide bombers are stubborn brutes who refuse to change with the times, or if they’re actually the next step in human evolution.

GOD: A little fatalistic, don’t you think?

KEVIN: If I were you, I’d worry less about one guy’s pessimism and focus more on the fact that people are blowing themselves up to impress you. How do you reconcile your claims of caring about the world with your apparent lack of intervention?

GOD: As senseless as this will sound to you, humanity has all of the necessary tools that it needs to live in peace.

KEVIN: What am I, a deist? Do you expect me to accept that as an adequate answer?

GOD: You fault me for my lack of intervention?

KEVIN: Of course.

GOD: Just a moment ago, you told me that God should let His children live their own lives.

KEVIN: In an ideal universe, even the most aloof and irresponsible deity would take at least some measures to stop his children from hating and killing each other.

GOD: The funny thing about ideals is that they can differ so greatly depending on the dreamer. Sometimes, not even the dreamer himself can agree with his own ideals.



But you’re not too blind to read a twenty-minute AIM conversation?

Eva: are you still writing?
Kevin: yes and no…
Kevin: but mostly no
Eva: ??
Kevin: i took a long mental holiday this summer. but i posted something new recently. care to read a rant? http://kevzster.blogspot.com
Eva: oh no, i can’t
Eva: sorry….i can’t handle reading from comp screens anymore
Eva: i think i’m going blind after this!!
Kevin: i see how it is
Kevin: you just hate me
Eva: hahaha
Eva: it’s not so much about hate…as it is that i’m going to go blind..!!
Kevin: blind with a hatred for KZ
Eva: hahahaha
Eva: you’re kinda fixated on the topic of hate!!
Kevin: only because you’re so entirely fixated on the topic of HATING ME!

I’m an impudent child, I know.



An image that nobody wants in their head

Tara: my birthday’s coming!!!
Kevin: yay, me too
Tara: eh mine’s first
Tara: muahahaha
Kevin: <–taller
Tara: <==== can still take you DOWN
Kevin: <–wearing an iron stomach guard!
Tara: ew
Kevin: what? it’s armor that prevents you from tickling or poking me.
Tara: i dunno i just pictured it and it was gross
Kevin: it’s not like i said i was going to fight you naked from the waist down after having dipped my lower half in honey
Tara: ew
Kevin: lmao
Kevin: it’s just too easy with you



Far from alone

Kevin: i liked the old one though
Diana: nah, this one looks better
Kevin: i’m the only one who liked the old picture
Diana: bwahahaha
Diana: and the cheese stands alone, my friend
Kevin: the mice will find me
Kevin: and then i’ll indulge in a huge rodent orgy
Kevin: yeah, you like that, Hammy? [Diana's hamster]
Kevin: ooh, do it, Mickey
Kevin: hey, Chuck E. Cheese, get in here!
Diana: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Diana: WTF
Diana: why is hammy in there?????
Diana: and why are all the rodents guys?



Rivers Cuomo I am not

My Friend: you know i’m confused about why you’re wearing glasses in the picture on your blog when you don’t wear glasses at all….unless you’re trying to look emo. they make your nose look weird
Kevin: just to make me look smart
Kevin: not emo
My Friend: oh right
Kevin: it was really the only good picture of me that i wanted to use
Kevin: makes my nose look funny?
My Friend: yeah your nose looks huge
Kevin: lol yeah it does
Kevin: i have a huge nose. so what would you suggest? small rectangular rims?
My Friend: i dunno it’s probably just the angle of the picture
Kevin: oh great. my nose looks huge from certain angles. period.
Kevin: it ain’t the glasses, it’s the genes
My Friend: LoL i dunno just saying
Kevin: i was thinking of changing my blog description to “the glasses make me look smarter”
Kevin: you know, as kind of a joke for people that would ask me why i’m wearing glasses
My Friend: do people ask you that?
Kevin: you’re the first, but i know others are thinking it
Kevin: what do you think? change it?
My Friend: no i like the one you have
Kevin: yeah, me too
Kevin: so to summarize
Kevin: i either look like a poser, or a big nosed emo. does that cover it all?
My Friend: basically.
My Friend: well a big nosed emo poser
My Friend: =O)
Kevin: cold


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