A Plea:

Does someone want to hang out with me a little bit today? I'm in a killer funk, and I just think I'll get over it faster if I'm doing something with someone else instead of doing laundry and watching Billy Madison for the eight-millionth time.

Happy Birthday, On the Road

I wanted to sit on the muddy bank and dig the Mississippi River; instead of that I had to look at it with my nose against a wire fence. When you start separating the people from their rivers what have you got? "Bureaucracy!" says Old Bull; he sits with Kafka on his lap, the lamp burns above him, he snuffs, thfump. (page 148)

"Mankind will someday realize that we are actually in contact with the dead and with the other world, whatever it is; right now we could predict, if we only exerted enough mental will, what is going to happen within the next hundred years and be able to take steps to avoid all kinds of catastrophes. When a man dies he undergoes a mutation in his brain that we know nothing about now but which will be very clear someday if scientists get on the ball. The bastards right now are only interested in seeing if they can blow up the world." (page 153-154)

Jack, you changed my life.

Labor Day Bullets

• This has been an emotional day, made a little lighter by lunch with folkyboy and dinner with siercia and scirocco. Thanks, guys!


• My four-year-old friend Hannah Banana read me a story today! It was Hop on Pop. It is the first story she has ever read to me. (I have read oodles to her, of course.)


• I have completed my first political post for Strangeland and it will go up sometime tomorrow. (Since I am working all day tomorrow, and then babysitting all night, it really needed to get done sooner rather than later.) It felt like I was back in school, which was kind of neat. I wonder how long I'm going to enjoy doing research in my spare time and coming up with random political commentary.


• My cats like to go out onto the second floor porch, drop down to the second floor roof, and leap across to The Movie Theif's windowsills. This gives me many, many heart attacks. But they sure like it!


• As odd as it sounds, I'm actually sort of looking forward to going to work tomorrow. I've spent far too much time in the house, which has given me far too much time to sit around, think, and become depressed. At work, it's All Smiles All the Time. And since "Fake it 'til you make it" is a huge part of my mental cheerleading, I'm usually in a much better mood at work than I am at home these days.


• That needs to change. I know that.


• I miss my old, popular, fun-filled life. Big time.