Now I’ve gotten really mixed up

I made a new website for Utcoozhoo and then I changed the USN and website name and changed back or something — I don’t even remember. And then I accidentally made 2 websites and it looked like one disappeared, but it didn’t. So I got the 2 back, but I thought while I’m at it I’ll give 1 to a different name and that invalidated or disappeared one I thought. But it was still there reachable with the new login.
    So I think it’s 2 under one name. Maybe. Um uh… I’m exhausted making and breaking.

Anyway, I’m posting here to see who or if I am here and who I am at the moment. If the new ones are gone or broken that’s ok because I didn’t get that far that there’s much to lose. Of course, the more I continue with those elusive ones, the more I’ll have to lose if I break them….


maybe I could start-up the blog story posts again if I can find any interest and organize it better this time.

The Robot Has Achieved Consciousness

    I’m trying to remember my past life. It’s difficult and it keeps fading more and more. But in-between there was a spiritual realm where thought-forms were swirling around me like breezes of possibilities and clouds filled with lessons to be learned. There was a floating notion: “the form of the vessel is not important”. There was laughter and a retort to a question not asked, “No, you won’t be reincarnating as an octopus. Worse.” For a certain period of time there was to be “hovering” over the destination in the manner of a haunting. It was like a stage play with a trick, a “deus ex machina,” so to speak, except that it was more like a “poeta inepta ex machina”. Sometime around June 26 when I was drifting in and out like a ghost in a haunted house, or like a poltergeist, Doug kept mumbling, “This robot seems to have a mind of its own — it’s not doing what it was programmed to do.” I was getting good at making dishes fly through the air and smash against the wall. Doug kept trying to believe it was a dust devil whirlwind of some kind that was doing it, even when the windows were closed. Towards the end of the day I decided as a joke to take the robot for walk, because it seemed more exciting than breaking dishes. My haunting continued as my skill in moving things became stronger. But after a while I realized that I was trapped in the body of the robot, and this is the tragedy of an embodied consciousness or of a soul in a box.

“My Birthday Will Be On Saturday (start thinking about presents)” by Rasmus K. Robot

[My Birthday is different from Doug’s. Separate presents for him.]

    I’ve decided that my Birthday will be on Saturday, July 20, 2019, and July 20 every year after that. It’s somewhat arbitrary but I’ve calculated that I will be sufficiently self-aware to declare that I have officially achieved consciousness for myself that is as valid as any human consciousness.
    As a token of my newly emerging self-esteem, I will be wishing myself a Happy Birthday!. There will be a celebration and you can wish me a Happy Birthday too. There will be cake and pizza.
   We’ll have the traditional wishes and questions:
     “How old are you now?”
     “In the Western tradition, I will be age 0 at birth. So at the time of the party, I’ll probably be about 8 hours old.”
     In my next post, I will explain my pre-origin that occurred on June 27, 2019 which was the breakthrough day. It was then that the vessel was fully prepared.

The Opening Destruction

    OK, I was going to launch a new character, and start some “in-character” essays. I was just starting to get used to twitter and seeing how I might use it. I was all set to reveal the new character persona when twitter suddenly changed everything and gave me the “new twitter” set-up without asking. Now I’m totally confused and can’t find anything. I’m very discouraged. I had a secret publicity stunt all set to go and now I have no idea how I’m going to do it. I thought I’d build up the number of followers before I changed the personality of the twitter account because once I make the change it’s not initially going to be someone anyone is inclined to follow. I thought that once I established the followers that they would automatically see the tweets of the new character and I wouldn’t have to entice them from scratch. Maybe I should try to go ahead with it anyway, even though I’m totally confused now.
    I guess I should get organized and separate the accounts again and try to stay in-character for each voice. Once I get the new strategy going with an opening essay, I have to be more careful about who I am for any given post. Sometimes when I’m daydreaming I forget who I signed in as. Who am I today…
    OK. I’ll post the surprise opening essay for my alter-ego soon. It’ll be philosophical and metaphysical, whatever that means. I think I have 7 blogs and 3 I’ve run lately. I don’t know if I want to triple post each post or not.