I haven’t had material enough to update ye ol e-diary very consistently, or at least not as consistently as I used to with crazy stories about night life, video game culture and working for a soulless corporate machine that manipulates children in a fun way. When I do post, it’s hard to stay on the topics I silently agreed with myself to post about when Shane unleashed the glorious bounty of user generated content onto all of us, but praise be to the HZG for it.

My philosophy with The Rest of the Dharma was pretty much only to post things that I couldn’t sell to other people, ideas that were half thought out, and the occasional personal bull. Unfortunately, with two steady (paying) gigs elsewhere, a day job and the slow trudge towards my inevitable masters in finance currently underway, I’ve had little crazy scratch left over to put here besides the occasional expression of boomer hate. Writing without an editor and with almost zero boundaries has been a great, personal experience, and I have a feeling I’m going to miss it the next time something I submit freelance gets the swiss cheese treatment because I used the word "cock" too many times while writing about MMO habits in Hong Kong. But I just don’t want to stay half committed to something my heart is in, but none of the rest of me can be in.

I will miss my little psychopathic avatar up on the header. That guy is so cool. But cool internet stationary does not hard work inspire, or something. So it is with much sadness I bring my sixth blog to its wimpering end. Behold the death of the Dharma, see you on the boards, Generation Jones.

Good thing we have all those strict zero tolerance gun laws on college campuses, or this would have happened. For the second time in under a year. Yep, people who go nucking futs and have the urge to pop a cap in twenty or so human beings sure are deterred by the ephemeral idea that they might be arrested if they bring a gun with them on to campus grounds.

Jesus Christ. I’ve been crying for about a half an hour. It might be that I’m just sick and deliriously emotional from the Heath Ledger cocktail I took to sleep through my coughing fits, but DAMNIT. What kind of monster can do this? How can people like that even exist in this world? The shooter isn’t even the person I’m the most angry with. I want to Lorena Bobbitt the worthless idiots who thought that bureaucracy could stop something like this from happening.

Horrible tragedy.