One of the reasons I hate American Idol is the complete fake facade the contestants put up for everyone. Who came up with this anyway? Why all the touchy-feely crap? It, in my mind, discredits everyone on the show, minus the exception of Simon and sometimes Randy. Those are the only two that act like real people that understand the stakes involved in the competition.

If I was on the show, I would act like any normal human would if the competition was the chance of the lifetime.

- No fucking hugs for the losers. I'm better than them, and America realized it. Hugs are for family and friends.

- No congrats of any kind. These people are the only thing stopping me from multi-millions. They are the enemy, not friend.

- If voted off, no fake smile and "look back on my journey" garbage. A quick middle finger followed by a "fuck you America" while walking off the stage would do.

Yes, I understand the after-AI possibilities that the contestants have, and to put up a good face does not step on any shoes. I understand that it's a family show, marketed to high school girls mainly, and it is too corny for my taste. But that is not the point: tonight they pushed That 70's Show off its regular timeslot to add another half-hour of shameless product plugs and young-adult whoring. I'm so mad!

While I'm angry: real anger is pointed at the troubles my site is having. Over the past few days it's been having a hard time staying up. I'm thinking about switching hosts, because this is not a new problem, and I'm tired of having to deal with this ongoing problem that my provider can't seem to solve: keeping websites/email accounts/FTP up and running.

I'm 99% positive that winter is over. It is entering spring now, the perfect temperature for me - between 60 and 80 degrees outside. Yesterday was warm, it was the first thing I noticed, and I think the weather said we hit 80. Personally, 80 is on the bit of the warm side, but still within my comfort level.

Not for

I didn't notice it at first, but these last few days he has been a bit on the lethargic side. He has been shedding like crazy, but I guess that is not keeping up with how fast the temperature is rising.

All day he was following me around, getting in my way, and looking at me with these sad eyes. He wasn't missing anything - full water and food, clean cat box - so it baffled me what was upsetting him. I tried to give him some petting and kisses, but he wasn't returning the affection and was trying to get out of my arms the whole time.

Then around 1:30 I hopped in the shower, and when I came out I noticed I couldn't cool down. Then it hit me - for both me and Jack. I looked up and the temp in my room was 85.

The minute I turned on the air conditioner, Jack ran to the corner of my bed to get a direct flow of cool air on him. At one point he actually had his mouth half open, I guess because his mouth was hot.

So here it comes. Instead of my monthly power bills being around $45, they will most likely shoot up this month, and grow until it peaks in August. One reason I hate summer.

Well, my mom is the first to enjoy my artwork on the wall. It would have been cool if it was a random stranger, then I could feel a certain "coolness" validation rather than a small bit of motherly love. She loves the work, but still she is my mom, and she probably would like anything I made.

So now it will hang in her office for everyone to see. I sound like a giddy little child when I say this, but I think that's really cool.

I’ve been wanting to quote it ever since it first aired, but now I will just quote the NY Times article: When Mr. Stewart asked Mr. Colbert for his take on whether Saddam was dead or alive, the correspondent answered, "One thing is certain: If Saddam is dead, it greatly reduces his ability to control Iraq." But wouldn't his death end his control entirely? asked Mr. Stewart. Not necessarily, argued Mr. Colbert: "When this man appears in public no one is sure it's actually him, and yet he's held an iron grip on power since 1979 — 24 years of brutal dictatorship, all while only maybe existing. The point is we can kill Saddam Hussein but we won't win the war until we kill the idea of Saddam Hussein. So what we need to do is develop bombs that kill ideas."

I can’t sleep once again. Seeing if this will help, I will write. With so much talkie, talkie, talkie (April 16th) about music lately, I feel the need to join in on the disconnected universal subject. I cannot find a subject that tends to have more elitism when it comes to personal preference more than music. Now, I’m not criticizing anyone for their personal tastes and distastes, because I have them as well. There is just something about music that people identify with; so much so that you can learn a lot about people by just knowing their favorite music.

I don’t know if mainstream music is going down the tubes or not. I always believe it is, but then I realize I’m growing up, and my music preferences are changing with my maturity level. So in other words, you aren’t a moron if you listen to Britney Spears and you are 16, only if you are 36.

What music has provided me is a timeline of my life. So many songs remind me of the moment in time when I lived, its fun, no matter how terrible the song is, to go back and listen to them and remember my past. Neil Diamond provides me with one of my first memories, when I was around 4, jumping on my parent’s bed. MC Hammer reminds me of my first CD player. ABBA, strangely enough, reminds me of when I first became friends with

But above all of these, one song, The Warmth by Incubus, has and forever will mark the 9/11 memory, the most vivid and life-altering memory in my mind. Out of all the music that bursts onto my playlist and then slowly fades away, this song remains. It is still chilling, even though it was made way before 9/11, to still listen to the lyrics which to me hint at a certain foresight. It was the most played song on my playlist the weeks leading up to it and after, and the melody is still all I hear when I think back to the memories of that day.

With that said, it’s hard to put down any kind of music. Sure, I don’t like a lot of stuff out there, but someone does. Plus, I think it is good to have “bad” music out there. Although not exact, it’s a constant reminder that everyone has their own voice in the world. A voice that is a mixture of dozens of artists in 1000’s of songs, all combined in your mind to make a single, totally unique voice that is you.

marisol: no, thats what i've been trying to say, i just want to be friends with cool, famous people
marisol: so i can have something interesting going on in my life
steve: then why don't you stalk britney (spears)?
marisol: dude, she's hard as hell to get a hold of
steve: haha
marisol: these guys are still poor, lead singer still works at a diner
steve: that is fucking great
marisol: one day they will be famous
steve: what if they aren't?
marisol: then i'm still friends with some cool ass folks
steve: and i'm not cool? if stalking to you is just "being friends with cool people", why don't you come to NJ and stalk me?
marisol: dude. i used to live with you, you don't make great music that touches the depths of my soul
marisol: you are blindingly white with shirt off

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Very quickly: New desktop, light.faction just to escape cutting up the new design and putting it into an actual site. I'm finding it hard to switch from right-brain to left-brain; I just don't feeling like making new site templates. But the design is polished and ready to go.

Anybody watching 24 out there? If you are, you'll know the pain I'm going through after tonight's episode. The show is so good it makes me not want to watch it. I'd rather do what I did with last season; wait until it's over, then watch them all in a row. The wait is already killing me!

I think history will one day look upon these times of international affairs as rather archaic. There is no creative thinking being done. There are no other options anymore. Many view Bush and his administration as aggressive war-mongers that are out to shape the Middle East in America’s image. This is true, even if it is a little over-the-top with the wording. It is not saying that the aggressive approach is the best approach. Also, reshaping the Middle East does not necessarily mean building a Starbucks in Baghdad, but bringing individualism to the region.

There is only one direction this country is headed, and it’s Bush’s direction. That is, until someone else comes up with a way to accomplish the same goals in a peaceful way. As of now, I see nothing of the sort. I see protests, a lot of political correctness, and a lot of bitching and whining. What I don’t see is alternatives.

Is this Administration strong-arming of the Middle East going to work in the long-run? Well hopefully it does, because if it doesn’t, it appears we are all out of ideas. I protest to that.

This weekend I have to go home with Ellie, to her parent’s house for Easter. I can tell you I’m not excited about it at all. In fact, I wish it was Monday already. Not because I hate going home with her, I usually find it enjoyable, but this time I just don’t want to. It’s a two-hour drive there and back, and I’m just not feeling up to it. Also, Easter has never been my favorite of holidays, and I usually cringe every time of year it comes around.

Unless you are religious, or going to see your family, it is a very bad holiday. I am not either (religious or going to see my family), and most of the time it just makes me miss my family. So, in the end I just feel bad on a day that otherwise is meant to make people feel good. Easter sucks.

When I first designed it, it was actually a design for something else. It is too loose, nothing ties it together; there is nothing that pulls your eyes towards anything. Dynamic, yes; but only 66%. It needs to be all dynamic. Moreover, there are loose ends peaking out here and there, something that the average person would not see, but can find if they look hard enough. It was the trial, to see if it was going to become something regular. It has.

It's funny how quickly the idea, "Maybe I should redesign" becomes "I'm going to redesign" in a matter of one day.

That said, a new version of Blind Spot is coming soon.

When The Matrix came out my senior year of high school, I saw it 12 times in the theatre. There was a guy I worked with that loved it just as much as me, and I forgot even how many times for a few weeks we just talked about it non-stop. Don’t get me wrong, this was a crazy exception for me; I have never even to this day seen any other movie in the theatre more than twice.

What a fantastic movie; what’s more is what a fantastic follow-through with production and special effects. The day it was released, it was a breakthrough movie. Since then, it feels a lot of movies followed in it wake, copying effects and shots. But more than what it looked like, its story was a development that pushed itself to its limits. I remember that my mom went to see it; and with all other sci-fi movies I thought she was going to be asleep within the first 10 minutes. To my surprise, her eyes were focused on the screen the entire time just as mine were. To me, that showed that it was something different that was set apart from every other movie in the genre.

Yesterday, they just released the final

It doesn’t. We see all of about 1/200ths of the effects in the movie; none of them probably full length and none in a concise story line. Even if those were all of the cool special effects, there is still the storyline which is the same storyline that grips me still when I watch The Matrix. It’s not a question if I’m going to see it, but how many times I’m going to see it.

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It’s been a while. I was getting tired of the clouds as the newest addition. It was almost a full month since I last posted a desktop, hopefully never going to happen again. I don’t know what it is, just haven’t been in a creative mood lately. In fact, this desktop was the result of pure boredom mixed with messing around in Photoshop. I do like how it turned out though, even if I can’t claim I knew what I was eventually going to produce.

If you hate it, blame it on taxes. I made it to calm down from the stress of finally doing them. I really hope I didn’t mess them up, this year I used TaxCut, and it seemed a little less intuitive than TurboTax of last year. It led me through a lot of stuff that I didn’t need to be led through; only to create paranoia on my part that I was doing everything wrong.

I have a problem with being the “Big Brother” to the world. Excuse me; that terminology is too nice for what it implies. A “Big Brother” would try to help the world in constructive ways. Also, it would know when to back off and leave well alone. I prefer the term “Policing the World”. Much more correct and is obviously the new direction this country is taking. Maybe it is because it is the exact personification I’m the exact opposite of personally.

Who are we going to police now you ask? Well after spinning the wheel it

Please, I’m in pain; tell me when and where it will stop. Actually, can you guys just make me a calendar? That way I can at least plan when I’m going to repeatedly smash my head against my desk.

It’s not like I’m not one for the end of WMD’s. Quite the opposite; I wish every nation in the world would decide they are just bad news. What I am against is America’s inability to stop them. To date, not one weapon has been found and been destroyed. It’s going to take a second invasion to accomplish this one small feat? How can I now honestly believe that Syria is where it is going to end?

In a lot of ways I’m losing trust in our nation’s ability to do anything but talk and invade things. We invaded Afghanistan, took out the Taliban, but missed Bin Laden. Now we invaded Iraq, took out the ruling party, but are missing Saddam and those elusive WMD’s. If we are going to invade Syria, will we just take out whoever the USA decides are the bad guys; miss their leaders and once again the WMD’s?

I’m tired of the cycle. When it comes to the important stuff, the past two invasions we have gone 0-2. True, in Afghanistan we were able to take out the Taliban and greatly disturb Al-Quida, but all of that is post-action optimism, isn’t it? You don’t have to ask too many Americans the same question to realize that underneath, our #1 goal is to see Bin Laden captured. The other things are nice and quite required, but seem empty to many without that one man.

Same exact thing in Iraq; twice intelligence got my hopes up that Saddam was dead in two separate missile attacks. As of right now, we have no Iraqi WMD’s. So really, we have a lot of fat but no meat there as well. True, a lot of what has and will happen to Iraq is great stuff now that we took down Saddam’s party, but it doesn’t make me sleep better at night knowing that our main goals are still unattained.

The reason why police work in a civilized world is mainly that everyone follows the same set of laws; even the police. I know I’m not able to smoke crack and the police aren’t either. But America doesn’t follow this in international policy. We have WMD’s, yet we deny most everyone else from having them except a few who signed a treaty. We see this as fair because we know that we would never use them aggressively. But to many countries that don’t trust us, this is a double-standard that they cannot accept.

Another reason why police work in civilized countries is that people fear the police. Many times I have been behind a pack of cars, only to see a flurry of break lights when a cop pulls onto the road. They could even be going the speed limit and this would happen. They all know that the cop car could only pull over one of them, but not one wants to be that one. But we don’t have that ability anymore in international conflicts, if we ever did. Once a few bad guys get away, it makes everyone else question police authority and ability. Once that happens, police become useless for people will decide they can do anything they want and get away with it.

That leads me to believe that we suck at this new idea of policing the world. Scarier than that, I fear the world is also realizing that fact. I fear that the world, if nothing else, will start resenting us for what we have become.

After a few weeks of closing comments after a certain amount of time I have changed my mind. There were three problems with the whole thing, and it has led me to opening back all comments. I still will practice not allowing any from the start, but as you can see I've only

1) Although some entries are time-sensitive subjects,

2) I couldn't figure out a way to get rid of the comment posting form on entries that I closed. So some people could find themselves writing a response only to find out after they try to post that the comments have been closed. I could classify it as "No Comments", but nobody could read the comments anymore.

3) I'm lazy. Just having to go back and close comments was more annoying than I thought. True, I could have used an automated script to close them, but I explained that when I first

Regardless, I’m sure I’ll get some comments on out-dated subjects. But at the same time I don’t want to wonder all the time if someone has anything interesting to say about other older subjects as well.

Tonight I had an unexplainable dream. I can’t stop thinking about it. It freaked me out so much I couldn’t go back to sleep. It’s completely odd for one, but it insinuated truths about issues in my life that my conscious-self always cannot face or rationalizes down to mere nothingness. How? I don’t know; I’m still trying to figure it all out. But here it is:

My aunt, uncle, and cousins were visiting at my apartment. In real life I haven’t seen them in 5 years, so in the dream my cousins are the younger versions of themselves (all three between 4 and 8). It was nighttime, so we were all asleep, my cousins sleeping on the floor in my bedroom and my aunt and uncle sleeping in the other room. I woke up to the youngest cousin screaming her head off. One of my lights in my room turned on by itself. To calm her down, I got up and turn it off, but it only ends up turning the other light in my room on. I went to the other light and unscrew the light bulb and give it to her.

I returned to sleeping only to be woken up to all three of my cousins playing in my room. I yelled at them to go back to bed. They told me its morning and I’ve been sleeping way too long. I look at every clock, and all were blinking 8:00 AM, even though I knew it was around midnight. I asked them if the power went out and they all tell me that there was a major earthquake that night. Only then do I flashback to the earthquake, and remembering the light turning on. I relived turning on and off the two lights many times, finally taking the one light blub out and handing it to my cousin. When I handed it to her she burned her hand. Her screaming lit the bulb up, and the earthquake happened.

After the flashback, I yelled at them to go back to bed, even though I noticed one clock was not flashing, but read 8:00 AM. My aunt came in at that point. I forget the conversation mostly because the whole shot (I’m dreaming in 3rd person at this moment) was focused on a toothbrush my aunt was holding that had a fly on it. The meaning of the conversation was that I had to go visit my grandparents in New Mexico.

I went to my car and got in, and once I closed the door I realized I’m was not in my car, but

In a fit of pain, I decided I was going to drive the car to my grandparent’s house. I don’t know if it was a bit of sub-conscious humor, but the car eventually changed into a motorcycle which in turn morphed into a riding lawn mower.

This is where the dream turns into unreality; my “family” was all well-known celebrities and my grandparent’s house was a mansion. As I pulled into what appeared to be a 25-car garage, I was met by a man who was both John Candy and Steve Martin. Think of that bit by Conan O’Brian when two celebrities have a child. It appears we were family, because we were talking about how we both speed because our family “owns the cops”.

We walked into an enormous place; 60-foot ceilings and 100,000 square-foot rooms. The hostess is the character Sara Goldfarb from Requiem for a Dream; during her breakdown period at the end. We were in what appeared to be the dining room with molds of human arms coming out of every inch of the walls and ceiling. Above the table drop three foot wide water drops with grotesque human heads out of the end. She asked me how much I liked the remodel, and I stated bluntly that I hated it.

The dream ends with us watching a movie that she was in. Think of Little House on the Prairie meets The Blair Witch Project. It must have been a cooking show because she was making her famous “Moomoo Pie”, the recipe included taking a normal pie and mixing it with dirt. I was getting really sleepy; so sleepy I couldn’t keep my eyes open. She asked me if I remembered the title. I said The Music Man. She said close. I thought the video was very strange, because she was acting really crazy; saying “Moomoo” over and over again. Finally I remembered the title, and stated “Shakira on the Rik” before the dream ended with me falling into a deep sleep.

When I woke up from the dream I was just as tired as I felt at the end of the dream. I have been debating while writing this if I should tell the last bit of weirdness to the whole thing. It sounds completely ironic, but when I looked at my alarm clock when I woke up, it was

Here is my little suggestion for the Bush Administration for later conflicts; have justifiable proof before you attack. It usually insinuates intelligence rather than mere accusation. I know, I know; right now you are whining that implicating someone is easier and fun than actually doing um… work, but in the long run it pays out. You might not think it matters much, since you have a bad-ass military, oh, and lets not forget about God, virtue, and all that other crap you made up to pat yourself on the back. You have nothing. You have no evidence. Quite apparent it seems now.

See, a few months ago you were all about WMD’s. That was your justification for going into Iraq. You didn’t show us that proof then, and now I know why; you were so blind in your belief that instead of having proof, you just thought when you showed up in the desert these weapons would be all over. You could point to each one and yell, “There it is! There is the proof!”

You believed that every fat man will have cake. Untrue, sometimes fat men don’t have cake. Now you are scouring his apartment to look for any sign of the cake you thought he had. True, most likely you will find cake, and I emphasis find. But, before you went into his house you said cake would be all over the place, especially in the most obvious places like the kitchen.

Bad analogy, but it fits the situation perfectly. If this proof was so strong before, why can’t you point to them? I mean, it was fun and games when you had the UN inspectors running around, but now this is your own military. Please, point to them.

We passed that point of belief I guess. If anyone knew where these WMD’s were, they would have been the first things taken control of. You can’t hunt for cake and then when you find it claim you knew it was there all along.

I’m lying in bed staring at the ceiling thinking that I have discovered everything that ever could be. Everything seems so old; so overdone, overplayed, and overseen. What I need is for something to turn my head. Not a cheap cop-out either. Not something that looks great from a distance but falls apart when you get closer. It needs to be true and genuine. Profound in aura and original in substance. I guess things like that never happen when you are looking for them.

The situation is muddy at best, but one thing is clear; Americans are losing their minds. Slowly and in mass, I am starting to fear my neighbors and fellow countrymen. Doesn’t really surprise me, Americans tend to get an idea in their mind and become quite zealous about it. Just look at 'American Idol'; who could get so excited over a bunch of nobodies? That’s right, Americans. Half a decade ago you could walk down the street and ask anyone about Iraq and they wouldn’t have given a shit; now we must and will evoke a regime change, and if you stand in our way

Insane? Oh, it’s quite clear indeed.

There are two types of Americans; the ones who enjoy freedom and the ones that take it for granted. I enjoy freedom; I’m reminded of that almost every time I write here. I can imagine my life without freedom. Then there are the ones who take freedom for granted. The people who devised this thing are the ones who take it for granted. They can’t imagine a life without freedom. They use it as a coined phrase, saying it in every situation they can, but hardly do they even skim the surface of knowing what it means.

A truly ugly monster has emerged since 9/11. A paranoid, altruistic, zealous, and powerful monster it is. Salem; the hunt is not for the witch anymore, but rather the terrorist. This in fact is not its first appearance, which mainly started with the

A complete waste of ad space has been discontinued. I say great, for they were possibly the worst ads ever created. I’m not saying that because I use drugs or advocate their use, I’m simply viewing it from the advertising standpoint and what they tried to accomplish. In that respect, I always thought they were useless, and now it seems like I have been proven right. I never knew the White House supported these campaigns, but now that I know that it doesn’t surprise me. Like with many other issues, the Bush Administration predicted that the American public would succumb to cheap idealistic propaganda.

This Administration has a very bad record with using very lame propaganda. They think they can “Shock & Awe” everybody into believing certain things, but in truth their messages are riddled with half-truths and double-standards. Maybe the American public isn’t ready for such idealistic propaganda.

Marijuana slows your reaction time. Thank you Captain Obvious! There were a few commercials that focused on this particular argument, all focused on driving and the deaths of young children. I’d personally say if you want to tug at people’s hearts in such a blatant way why don’t you use puppies instead of children? But what is wrong about this argument is it is a double-standard; thousands of people, including children, die in alcohol-related car accidents every year. Isn’t it just as easy to say, “Alcohol slows your reaction time”?

Marijuana can make you easy. Right now many guys are yelling “legalize it now”! These ads were the ones that focused on teenage girls getting all taken advantage of and getting pregnant. I’d say that it is proven that alcohol can do the same. What is funny about this is that it is easier for kids, even horny teenage boys, to get weed because it is illegal. Last time I checked drug dealers did not card their customers.

Marijuana can kill. Well, not exactly - and the propaganda-makers know this. If you are talking about overdose, it is nearly impossible to die by marijuana. Last figure I remember is you would have to smoke somewhere around 100 joints in an hour to overdose, but it is rather impossible because not only would you have to have like 5 joints in your mouth at a time but you would pass out way before you reached the lethal limit. That obviously isn’t the case with alcohol though, where the lethal limit is very small compared to weed, and many people die of alcohol poisoning a year. So how can weed kill you? Well like the ad said, if you are smoking with your friend and your friend pulls a gun out of his father’s desk and shoots you. Maybe I don’t see it, but isn’t that an ad fighting for better gun control and not drug control? Needless to say, even drunk people have guns, and many people die by that per year as well.

Drugs support terrorists. This one is my favorite, and right up there with “every time you masturbate you kill a kitten”. What could perfect the propaganda more than saying that what you are doing is supporting what you fear most? You are the most horrible person in the world unless you stop what you are doing. The American almost believed this until they remembered that the government does it a lot more than drug users. Who was the one who supplied chemical weapons to Iraq in the late 70’s? Oh, haha, that’s right…

To make an ad campaign that will actually work they will have to explain why drugs are so bad both socially and personally. That isn’t as hard as the next part; they have to separate the “bad” away from currently legal drugs, mainly alcohol and cigarettes. This is extremely more difficult because people realize drugs are unhealthy, but they don’t understand (rightfully so) why some bad drugs you can buy in a store and others will end you up in jail for a few years. This is the big double-standard that American drug policies face.

There was a mysterious man; so mysterious that there is no record of him prior to 4 months ago. That alone in the world we live in now is weird enough, but it continues. The mystery man took $800 and turned it into $350 million by walking onto Wall Street and making a “flurry of 126 high-risk trades and came out the winner every time” in only two weeks. That’s right, two weeks.

Super-Genius? Who is this man and where did he come from?

The simple explanations are the first assumptions. They stopped him, and arrested him for insider trading. But the mystery is still in play, for in an attempt for leniency the mystery man is ready to divulge facts the biggest questions pondering the modern world; including the cure for AIDS and the location of Osama Bin Laden.

Super-Super-Genius? Not quite, for his simple explanation is that he is from the future, specifically from around 200 years in the future. Directly out of a movie and into a news report, because this time the story is true, even if the last part is open for debate.

You should probably

I view this report with one eye brow raised very high. I cannot just laugh and dismiss this story as quickly as I read it. I probably will be labeled a gullible, but I like to consider myself as leaving all options open. It’s quite obvious that if this guy is a time traveler he is the stupidest person ever. Getting arrested and found out in another time is not the stuff of geniuses.

If you dismiss the whole idea of time travel as impossible, you probably would have also dismissed the idea that the world was round a few hundred years ago. Even if you understand all of the Laws of Physics and every other mathematical theory out there, you quite possibly are missing the crucial stuff in understanding time travel. Every proven scientific law and theory is open to be disproved. For example, take perpetual motion. To date, the first two Laws of Thermodynamics pretty much rule out perpetual motion as impossible. Now if you were to make a working perpetual motion machine, obviously at least one of those laws has to be broken. Even the best physicists in the world admit that these “laws” are not really exact laws, but they have not been disproved yet, so they remain laws. So to sum it all up quickly, everything scientific is really just perspective; the perspective developed by humans for humans in an attempt to understand reality. We have caught onto a lot of it, mathematics shows us that, but do we know everything? No.

The real question is do we pass through time or does time pass through us?

If you say “We pass through time” then you would be stating the more widely viewed idea of time travel. Movies like ‘Back to the Future’ talk about this kind of travel. Everything is one linear line, and to go back in time you must insert yourself somewhere in that “timeline” to go back (or ahead) in time. I think that idea has been proven wrong, and I don’t believe it is possible.

If you say “Time passes through us” then you would be saying something that hasn’t been proven wrong. In fact, it would be wrong to believe that science could even try to disprove it. Why? Well we live in our time, every theorem that could be devised would relate to the facts of our time. Even if we had the mathematical skills to disprove it, disproving it would be in fact proving it.

Is time the great chaos maker? When we grow old, is it just time passing through us, striping us of our youth? Is time making the universe expand, passing through every atom, leaving artifacts of motion as it passes through?

If time does in fact pass through us, then it exists at every time point that ever was and will be all at the same time. You could look it as a different universe for each time point, so at this moment (meaning time point) there are infinite universes playing out existence all at once. We only see one of those universes, because we are traveling through these universes constantly, like film passes through a projector giving you the perception of motion. They all look like ours in a broad sense, but each has different entropy; the one thing that we have already proven to increase with passing time. If we devised a “machine” which altered what time passed through us then time travel is completely possible.

That might have been the best scientific philosophy I’ve ever attempted or the biggest load of BS that ever came out of my head. Hmm, I don’t know.

Back to the mystery man. I say if he is from the future let him prove it. I’d say the information he could provide is well worth $350 million. Isn’t it the classic time travel movie cliché to automatically assume the guy is crazy or lying? Why is it so hard to believe that maybe, just maybe, this guy is really from the future? I think we should at least give him a chance, what is the rush? All we have is time.