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Good morning everyone.

Something broke in my mind on this past Monday – I hit some sort of brick wall or rock bottom or something, but every waking second was frustration and depression and I was on the verge of EMOTION! Yuck!

Still no better in theory, though I’m handling very well. I think it is these computers. I’m cutting them out of my life for a bit (LJ won’t likely notice). Too much play and not enough work at home, I’m afraid. At least re-focusing on completing projects at home has helped me deal with my CRAZYNESS as of late. So I may be bound for the nut-hatch, but I’ll leave behind lovely completed projects.

In one week and I leave for Florida and The Hukilau. Vacation! I wonder what that is? Haven’t had one like this in 4 or 5(?) years. I hope that helps my fragile little psyche as well.

OK, back to work!

There is no such thing as terrorism or terrorists. You all knew that already, though. Just thought it bore repeating.

Get off my internet!

Is it just chance that these morally bankrupt right-wingers are sweeping in domestic spying, authorized torture, invasion of middle-eastern nations, national IDs and a unified executive? And they choose RED as their colour of choice?

Change the Elephant into a hammer and sickle already, guys. I know who you are and what you want to do to us. Too bad we’re too stupid to see it.

Greetings!

This past Friday, and I went to see Wicked with , , Kelly, and assorted other fabulous people. I enjoyed being the token guy and watching Heather get all the conversational attention. Wicked was nifty and fun for a typical broadway type show – I really liked a few of the songs and am still humming the main themes.

is hanging about going through the house purchasing dance. I hope it goes through with no problems! Saturday saw a good mix of cleaning/cooking dinner/resting around the house, with a double dose of it on Sunday.

So here it is Monday again. Hm. Monday, eh?

I went yesterday at lunch and got almost all my hairs cut off. High-n-tight short. I’ll like it a bit better when it has grown a bit more, but I’m quite happy with it.

Pictures? I’m sure there will be plenty from the upcoming wedding of and .

Something to look out for, I’ve named this fall (based on what I’ve seen so far) as “Random Grandma.”

Disconnected and boring colors of shawls, sweaters (all big granny knot-knits)
Jumbled messes of large silver and gold jewelry
Baggy Unfit cuts

This fall looks like baby’s playin’ dress-up in grandma’s wardrobe.

I find it fucking hideous.

Designers: FOR SHAME.

I want my Tweed Librarian of ’04 and ’05 back. Gimme the fitted skirt and boots! ARRGH!

So remember, when you see it, remember: “RANDOM GRANDMA!”

So,

In the world of televisual fluff, I’ve been enjoying:

1. BSG – fun, fun, fun. The camera movements do make me a bit sick, but everything else is spot-freaking-on. Of course, I expected to enjoy the hell out of it. I like the moral playground of it all.
2. Project Runway – I’ve given up on the “fashion” aspect of it and am just enjoying the “people” aspect of the show. Since The judges are worthless and the decisions are all up to the producers, I can relax on any feelings of “who I want to win” since the “contest” is a joke anyway. Just enjoying the ride. Oh, though I’m glad that the show has given me fashion people to dislike – I so enjoy a villain. Heidi Klum? Die in a fire, you Kraut cunt. Ah! The Schadenfreude if she should break her face? Delightful.
3. The Venture Brothers: Top drawer. How can you do the high-lowbrow without being pretentious? It’s a mystery!

And Anxiously awaiting:

4. House (next week!)
5. Lost (next month!)

(speaking of PR – did anyone notice that Mr. Kors’s Mum was just as fucking hideous as he? It was like she broke of a piece of her disease and grew it into a little fag version of herself. She must be proud – I know I would be.)

Happy Birthday to

Something side to my last post – about blogging in general.

Lately I’ve come to think about the entire world of posting discussions and opinions as an allusion to a world where we were all telepathic.

That is — the amount of crazy, conflicting things that go through your head at any time would be

1) maddening to the telepath
2) misleading to your “actual nature”

… i.e. You are not your thoughts. A theme of the fiction of telepathic characters that I remember has to do with the training of the telepath to filter out the noise of a person’s thoughts — that the sum of all the thoughts of a person are a incorrect view of their character.

How does this tie to blogging?

Well, How many of us draw an impression of a person on how they blog? What does that actually represent about that person? Does it even matter what a person posits or rants about?

This all becomes more interesting/troublesome as these random bits of information are being used by external parties to paint a digital picture of you and “who you are” (no matter how fallacious that may be).

And another aside: is it that healthy to actually know that much about one another?

I have no real answers, just random meaningless thoughts going through my head.
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Yes, I hate “blog” and “blogging” and such. I’ve given up. *the word itself, not online journaling*