A Little Bit of Bleeding Over

Two days in a row...during badminton...the song "Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground was played.

Needless to say, I couldn't concentrate. I was too ebullient.

Okay, so I'm easily placated. That's probably a good thing...right?

My sister, who has indeed played baseball:

"What is a home run? Is that someone...uh, running around their home?"

Me, laughing.

"Around their neighborhood?"

Me, laughing, this time with a different reason (parental ysdlexia).

Sister: "Oh, I am so silly!"

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I love the animal kingdom.

Torture Insects.

Um, yeah.

I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, need sleep. Not the kind of pseudosleep that's just a result of an unwillingness to leave the soft comforter behind, the kind of sleep where the pons shuts down all parts of the body save for the eyes (hence, REM). Hell, I probably need some Stage 4 sleep, too.

I was walking across the hallway out of the bathroom, having shut the door behind me, when I hear this kind of hissing noise--not the malignant kind, the benign kind that means one's throat will be slit in a matter of weeks rather than seconds. Well, I turn around--and somehow, the toilet paper roll has attached itself to my pyjamas. WTF?

I don't know about whatever it is I don't know about.

Stuff and one of those stereotyped Top Tens lists

The sky was blue today. Very blue. It was like a giant shallow but high-edged bowl that fades to white at the far edges, enveloping everything with but two blemishes: the sleepy eye of the moon and a rocket's tracer.

Thinking is overrated.

Top Ten Non-Lethal Conditions I Don't Want and Probably Don't Have Anyway

• Loss of sphincter control
• Cataracts
• Aneurysms (not to be confused with embolisms, which are lethal)
• Muscular dystrophy
• Diabetes mellitus (I think in my case it would be IDDM)
• Menstruation
• Pregnancy
• Ned Flanders (this condition makes one love other people and have a generally optimistic view of life)
• Freddled micturations (you'd have to ask Douglas Adams about this, but he's slightly dead, so you'll have to die as an atheist too).
• Dumbness (because I can't keep my mouth shut).

My Latest Minor Epiphany

I have discovered why I am so frequently in a mood vacillating between apathetic and lousy.

I'm dying.

Every moment I sit here, every time I move my finger to tap upon the grey keyboard, every time I look at the clock or inhale or think--I die a little more.

And that's the paradox: to live, one must die. Why is it so hard to believe? I think it's better than being immortal, watching days repeat themselves in monotonous fractals.

I'm still dying.

Out of Catch-22: "I'll live forever or die trying."

Whatever--that's close enough. Up yours.

I'm Not Your Fucking Mommy!

...the best quote from "The Ring Two". It seriously redeemed the movie--which had some sappy scenes, but was overall not as horrible as I expected it to be from the reviews and the previews, though its reliance on CGI was definitely greater than the first one, and I could predict a fifth of the lines and events (which may have been aided by the fact that I possess the second manga. I would rate it a matinee at Cinemark--$5.75, which is how much I paid.

I don't feel 16, which shouldn't be surprising, considering how I am not.

List of Books I Finished by Accident in the Past Week:
Catch-22 (Heller)
Closing Time (Heller)
The Devil in the White City (Larson)
Book of Enchantments (Wrede)
Dandelion Wine (Bradbury)

Hmm...it's really not that many. If anyone at all requests a review, je la donnerai.

Violent Anarchism?

It just doesn't make sense. Anyone who looks at the fundamental principles of anarchism notices that anarchism is about people being able to trust each other to the point where government is no longer necessary.

Personally, killing someone doesn't seem like a good way of showing how trustworthy one is. And it just reaffirms the need for law, anyway.

The Devil in the White City mentioned Guiteau, hence the thoughts (which are not very new thoughts, really).

I Hate All Illinois Nazis

...because that's not bigotry at all. (I will invent a sarcastic emoticon to go here when I have something I can procrastinate.)

: I wanted to write something in permanent marker on the car of the hypocrite who had that sticker: Hey, idiot--that means you're just as biased as they are! Asshole! You're an Anti-Nazi, which, like extreme left-wingers who end up turning into extreme right-wingers, makes you a Nazi in your own way!

This idiot probably got the sticker because they thought it was erudite. Bullshit. (And they probably don't know what erudite means; I wouldn't be surprised. Here is another good place for my future sarcastic emoticon.)

I hate humans. I'm justified, too. They should be called Homo stoltus stoltus for accuracy's sake.

Catch-22 is a great book.