Cap'n Nasty, who would actually prefer to be called "Captain" but I have an incurable urge to create cutsey nicknames for friends if I know it will cause a certain amount of low-level aggravation and keep them thinking about me, has assured me that I can blog anything I want without endangering my Zen approach to life.

Being rude is Zen ... (snip) ... Zen is also about letting go of guilt and conscience and morality, letting go of social conditioning and just being what you are rather than what you or someone else thinks you should be.

That's good enough for me. I was starting to worry about the long-term effects of holding in as many rude remarks as my brain seems to generate on most fandom topics anyhow.

Of course, it's going to cause a problem with my Karma, but I'll work that out in some other way. And I do have a couple of issues centering around "being who I am" if that doesn't turn out to be a very nice sort of person.

Still, my incredibly brief foray into Zen Buddhism to capture the definitions I used in earlier entries made me think twice about a philosophy that holds that life is about suffering and that happiness is merely a passing illusion, anyhow. I can't get behind that.

I've had to stop writing these entries in Word, so I'm not spellchecking any more. Word hates my sentence structure. I say, if you can't create a sentence composed of fifteen unrelated clauses, what good is it living in a so-called democracy anyhow? Word is facist about long sentences. I know, I could turn that feature off, but I'd rather sit here and curse the darkness sort of thing.

It's not entirely out of the question that I'll have something of interest to say at a later time or date.