Today has been a surprisingly good day for all that it seems it should be.

My job changed. Today, rather then scribing, were I was so desperately needed yesterday, they have me playing on the internet. Ok, well, technically it's called 'data input.' But, as has now clearly been shown as par for the course, they have no work for me. I've maybe spent 40 minutes of the 3 hours I've been working doing anything remotely productive. This time however, and much to my enjoyment, I have a computer to play with. I need the money more then they do anyway.

Productivity flees, like a child convinced there is evil lurking in the dark.

Communication is reduced to gestures and single words, as if the English language were some sort of frustrating spell that just won't cast.

I sit on a pile of door frames. One man looks at s piece of a door, and tells another what it is like. The second man flips through some papers, and whites a code onto a sticker. A new man puts the sticker onto the wood. I, from my perch atop the wood, then copy the code onto a piece of paper, and hand it to a 5th person (who I so aptly named: the tape guy) who proceeds to tape the single piece of paper into the part of the door we happen to be labelling.

This, or course, is not a terrible fast process. All the other stations make sure we finish one before moving onto the next. Heaven forbid, but if we do manage to get a reasonable pace going, the man who looks up the codes will decide to rest. After all, he only got 3 hours of sleep last night, which he enjoyed reminding us all of constantly. I, rather coincidentally, had also only had 3 hours of sleep that night: though my poor tired friend didn't seem to be concerned with that. I guess that was better then after lunch though. At least I had the man to amuse me with his constant: 'Fuuuck! I'm walking dead here!' comments.

You see, after lunch I was teamed up with 3 others (including the tape guy) to do some more inventory. Unfortunately, this time I was apparently the only English speaking person in the bunch. What this resorted to was mostly just boredom. I sat, or stood, or walked around until I heard, or noticed some grunting and gesturing. They would then point the number I ought to write down. I would write it down, and they would continue with their incoherent mummers. I think at one point they were getting in fights with one another, either that or they were having a loudness contest to see if they could freak out the unfortunate English speaking employees. Either way: by the time I could go home, (heh, me and Missina bolted an hour early) I was relived to get out of the chaos.

Bed time though, I’m doing it all again tomorrow morning.

What is the difference between murder and killing? Malicious intent? If so, what intent is not murder.

I've heard before that people justify being a soldier by claiming it's not murder. The Bible condemns murder, but not killing. Obviously capital punishment isn't murder, as it was done in OT days without contradiction.

The reason I say all this has much to do with an argument put forth by Dr. Davis in bioethics class today. It goes like so:

Killing human beings is murder
A fetes is a human being
:. killing a fetus is murder

For those of you who don't know, abortion isn't the clearest issue in my mind. I've really not decided where I stand on the issue. This argument seems to have great swaying power though. Let us look at a couple of alternative counterarguments.

The first premise is false: killing humans is not always murder. This seems to me the best bet in trying to defeat this argument. Honestly, it's not the most popular, or well used in pro-life circles, but it works best to me. If you can justify killing humans under the right conditions, well, then you can move toward the pro-choice position. The problem is, I really don't know how to define murder. If any of you reading this has a good idea of it, comment.

Another, and the route of most pro-choice arguments, is that a fetus is not a human. Ok, now, what makes something human or not is a huge can of worms (as if abortion isn't), but the pro-choice movement has been known to take things as far as saying that a baby is only human the instant it comes out of the womb. There is nothing biologically different with the child, simply it's location. This seems like madness to me: there has to be some kind of deciding factor other then convenience. Well, I really don't know, and I guess that’s the problem. I cell, divided a few times, does not seem to me to be human. However, a baby right ready to be born is, of course, a human. Where the line is drawn in between is a sketchy scene. I've heard different arguments about times and such, they go both ways. I suppose I don't really know. Personhood and humanity are such ambiguous terms, and yet we seem forced to use them... le sigh.

And, lest we forget the most emotionally compelling augment, I have to talk about woman’s rights. It is often said that a woman should be able to do whatever she wants, because it is her body. But then again, we come to the issue of who the baby is. Does it have rights as a person? And even above that, does a woman have a certain amount of responsibility regarding the issue. Just because I want to do something bad to myself does not mean I should. Is the government infringing on my rights when it says I cannot ingest certain drugs? Should I not be free to do to myself what I wish?

Some would say: would you rather have woman doing it in back alleys with cote hangers and Lysol? Certainly that is a horrible though. I would wish that on no person. Right now I wish it would just happen neither way. But the fact remains that it would probably happen were abortion illegal. And yet, it doesn't change the seeming immorality of it all. I can't help but think of things like cocaine, heroin, E, or meth, even marijuana for that matter. Anyone who has ever smoked weed in a city has probably ran into some laced shit; it's not good. I've heard horror stories of bad meth and E, it can kill an unknowing person just because it's made shittily. In all of the cases, legalization would cut back on the instances of some of these negative effects. And yet, it still remains a bad idea; and it still remains that legalizing it would do nothing if not increase the popularity of these things exponentially.

Another issue then: ought the government dictate morality? I have, of course, been arguing for the immorality of abortion all along, and just a second ago I took it to a legal level. The thing is: what else should the law be made for? The perfect law is morality itself. I suppose I should be more brushed up on my political philosophy to get this right: but law and morality are inseparable. Things like murder and theft, these are prime examples. Law is based on morality. Of course, the morality the law is based off of, in a democracy, is whatever the majority believes. Heh, so I suppose were it legalized I would be forced to bow to democracy or move. And the fact still remains, I vote NDP.

Some slight changes on the skin. The pink had definately outstayed it's welcome.

Well, I'm quite happily back to the pastime I enjoyed early in the summer. Surfin' the web, and watching videos that are rarely very good. Ahhh, maybe soon I'll start complaining about all the new videos I hate on here again.

Well, the cable guy came this morning, and he was way better then the movie of the same name. We're rip-rorrin' with the internet. We got the 'extreem' package which is suposed to be really fast.

Anyway, I will probably b posting agian now. Well, at least when I think of somethign to say...

It’s 11, and everyone is still sleeping. I’m not sure why I’m up so early, I guess my own thoughts are keeping me from sleep. Today is Mike’s birthday. Tim spent the night, and I’m sure at least Jamie and Bri will show up.

Ok, so I'm stealing internet from someone to get online. God bless the wireless web. I may have to stand by my window to do it, but I'm here. It looks like it'll be the 13th before they can get a cable guy in here to get our computers online, but hopefully this connection won't disappear anytime soon.

The apartment is sweet, it's nice to be out on my own again. Sarah is living with us until the girls get their place. It's been cool to hang out with her and Matt again. Haha, it feels like I they never left, or maybe that I never left. Like I moved from Tyndale to this shinny new place, and all those night alone in my basement are just an unfortunate dream. I think I might live in this city forever.

Anyway, typing with my keyboard on this windowsill is starting to hurt my wrists so I'm going to bid ye all farewell. Come visit us when you can.