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Radio Silence

I go through phases of wanting to blog and then not doing it for a while. I don’t *have* to write about everything that is going on with me. Sometimes I want to process things another way. This blog is not a reliable news source. It respresents pages of a diary that fell out of my head while I was asleep.

Let’s Get a Taco

Maybe the reason I have been lacking in energy and feeling so down is *because* I haven’t been eating meat. So maybe I haven’t felt the same since I stopped, I’m actually worse off. I think I’m going to head over to the Frontier and get a taco. I have a feeling it will be the best taco I’ve ever had.

The Soundtrack Continues

Solitary Shell
- Dream Theater

He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy’s pride and joy

He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
and steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell

As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
but in every other way he was fine

He’s a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell

He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time

As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine

He’s a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell

A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell

Must Love Reservoir Dogs

“I love to laugh.” Who doesn’t? I mean, who says “Oh, I just hate it when something is so amusing that I have an unsolicited laughter response, an involuntary tightening of my abdomen coupled with a repeated vocal exclamation.”

Soundtrack for today

Catapult
- Counting Crows

All of a sudden she disappears
Just yesterday she was here
Somebody tell me if I am sleeping
Someone should be with me here
Cause I don’t wanna be alone

I wanna be the knife that cuts into my hand
And I wanna be scattered from here in this catapult
What a big baby won’t somebody save me please
You won’t find nobody home

All of these quiet battered voices
Wait for the hunger to come
We got little revolvers and stupid choices
And no one to say when we’re done
Well I don’t wanna bring you down

I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
Cause I know there’s little things about me
That would sing in the silence of so much rejection
In every connection I make
I can’t find nobody home

I wanna be the last thing that you hear when you’re falling asleep….

Vegetables are your friends

A couple weeks ago, a conversation put it into my head to see what it would be like to go without meat for a while. I wanted to 1. See if it affected the way I felt (some of you know of my digestive peculiarities) and 2. Just see if I could do it.

Surprisingly, I found that I could go without meat cold turkey (I swear I did not intend that) and had no cravings or anything of the kind. In fact, when preparing some chicken soup for a friend, I felt simultaneously drawn and repelled by the meat.

It’s been over two weeks now, and I don’t feel anything other than inconvenience when I have to eat out somewhere. I don’t feel better or worse, so it seems like a zero net change. I’m going to give it a few more weeks.

By the way, Amy’s American-style soy burgers are fantastic.

MySpace Musing #89

It is astonishing how many fake/pornbot profiles have tons of friends on MySpace. What are those people thinking? Do they really believe the person is real? Of course she isn’t “hitting you back,” idiot, she’s a MySpace idoru. I’m tempted to start a page of fake profiles, detailing the glaringly obvious clues that indicate the person isn’t real. But who am I to strip people of their illusions?

A busy kingdom

It seems like there’s a flurry of activity in every facet of my life. If I were ruler of some mystical kingdom just beyond the Scintillating Sea, I might take a survey of my domain. I would discover the palace architects busy with a strange House that kept changing appearance and dimensions. The money counters are wringing their hands, suggesting we tax the peasants more, raid several neighboring kingdoms for gold, or at least beseech those that tread in heavenly realms for a boon. The royal chef is preparing strange foreign meals for the king’s whimsical diet. The High Dreamers awake daily to record detailed accounts of their journeys through the sliding seafoam beaches of silver worlds. New orders arrive regularly for the court artists, requests for portraits and windows that burn with cryptic sigils. The ambassador entertains queens visiting from faraway realms while the jester dances with the cats. The king stands in his empty bedchamber and stares out across the landscape, imagining a quiet cottage on a hill where none of the clocks work.

Men: 3 Women: 6,873,044

Had one of those conversations last night which reaffirmed my theory that women are actually an ancient and wise race who conquered the planet long ago only to have their power usurped by an ad hoc uprising of male football watchers who tricked them with flowers and chocolate.

Fnord

I was just washing my hands and I noticed that the soap pump was labelled “Antibacterial Nano Foam.” I thought that was pretty hip until I glanced back and it now just read “Antibacterial Hand Soap.” Ah well.