Second Day

Wow. I'm almost impressed with myself. I didn't start something and forget about it. I'm having my parents ship my piano books down so I can start practicing again. I really missed playing. I never really had time to play while I was in school. And having a keyboard and not a real piano doesn't really inspire one to practice. It's not quite as artistic it seems. Like it was just invented to practice the muscle memory of piano playing. I suppose this makes it useful to some. But, I start playing piano YEARS ago so I could express myself through another form of music. I mean singing was always great, but piano was so different. I love it. I always hated how people would clap after I played. It's not why I play. I play for my passion and not for recognition. I wish I could say the same thing.
The boy is gone for the day, off to a basketball game in Waco. It's thunder-storming today and even some tornadoes have been sighted. I didn't really want him to go because I don't know the person driving him, but I guess I'll just have to trust if things get back, they'll turn around.
I'm watching I-Robot. It's a terrible movie, but the idea behind the movie has always interested me. It's why I decided to start reading again. I read the book. One part I feel like always interested me the most was this:

"Why is it that when robots are stored in an empty space they will group together rather than stand alone? How do we explain this behavior? Random segments of code? Or is it something more? When does a perceptual schematic become consciousness? When does the difference engine become the search for truth? When does a personality simulation become the bitter moat of the soul?"

I don't know why that phrase always hit me as hard as it did. I've always been a sucker for good speeches. Then again the part where Will Smith sneezes after hearing a terrible excuse for something and he says "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit." I love that line. So maybe I secretly like this movie.
I'm trying to figure out what hobbies to take up. I need to find some. Bringing back my piano will be nice. And being in handbells is entertaining, but it would be nice if rehearsal wasn't on Sundays. I do miss football sometimes.
I'm pretty excited about my tax refund. I really need it. And, even though I don't necessarily agree with the stimulus package(as in I'm pretty sure that it won't work) I plan to be a good American and spend every cent of it. For those who may read this, the only way a package like that can stimulate the economy is if EVERYONE spends 95% of it. Since the average American saves about 20% of extra money they receive, it's unlikely that this will help us. But, I'm going to try.
Well, I suppose I still don't know what I'm blogging about. Lame.