7/24/05
Upon reflection there has been a change in my psyche. When raddidge took me to see Howl's Moving Castle, I had shiny eyes towards the end of the film. Being a vain sort, I did my best so she wouldn't notice but ever since I've been out here I feel more prone to cry. Heck, I got choked up watching 28 Days Later when the survivors were recounting the last days when the rage virus was becoming more prevalent in London and Great Britain.
This disturbs me and shakes the foundations of any vestige of machismo which I delude myself into maintaining for my well being and to show the world.

New Jersey feels like ancient history. Half-remembered, hazy recollections of another life. A life which was a bit more social but still just as emotionally withdrawn and lonely in nature. Lonely in civilization as well, for the pedants in the audience.
Fortunately I can always physically return to the state. Time can only tell if I can socially and emotionally return to those I left behind in July of 2001.

I wouldn't know where to start with my stories. Heck, I know I would be self-conscious about telling my few tales of Colorado for fear of being self-absorbed and arrogant. Life and experience has always shown me the best course of action is to remain silent because no one really cares about other people unless those people are intimately involved in their lives.

Recently there was a list of questions emailed to me.
WORST EVENT IN HISTORY?
Too many, why dwell on it? The worst thing ever to happen is what happens to you. Find the good.

Deep down I believe in that statement. Humans are a selfish lot and need to look outward for happiness. I wouldn't be surprised if any of you gentle readers would say I was projecting my own psychological pathologies on the human race, painting them with a broad brush which should be applied to my own self portrait.

One of my least favorite events of the year is about to be (already is?) extended by two months. The reasoning being savings on fuel consumption. Donning raddidge's tinfoil hat, I do not believe making people "spring forward" for eight months will do much, if anything, for any fuel crisis. A more potent piece of legislation that should be put into effect would affect SUV drivers.
That's neither here nor there having no bearing on my gist. Currently I am under the impression that most people think America is struggling, falling apart at the seams after being well worn by the baby boomer generation. Others would argue raped and looted but I want to bring people together rather than be divisive!
Seasonal Affective Disorder affects many people. Prominent scienticians and a few actual scientists have come to the cromulent conclusion that sunlight lifts the gloomiest of moods! What would the administration have to gain from lengthy daylight savings time?

Happier citizens!

Soon there will be signs stating the computer is our friend and happiness is mandatory otherwise you're a filthy mutant commie.

I just asked myself, "Would I go home if it meant moving back in with my parents?"
The answer was "fuck no".

Lunch involved boiling water. The bowl was full of hot gnocci. My fan was blowing long hairs over my shoulder and tickling me. Mere minutes after turning off the fan I started sweating like a pig. Once I reactivated the fan, my apartment returned to a comfortable temperature. Right now Wunderground is stating that it's 94^°.

I really wish that the weather services would mention a chance of rain when it's a sure thing. I don't care if there's a thirty percent chance because it means someplace over in Rockrimmon or Monument is going to get wetted for five minutes.

Why are bleeding Madonna statues considered miracles? It'd be a far greater miracle if they got pregnant.

Just think of the schisms arising from such a miracle!