Red Letter Year -

I've always wondered what it would be like to stalk someone.  Sick, yes I know, but still I think about it.  What is more human than thinking about sick things?

I had a dream last night that I shaved my head, which was sad because I'm having fun with the whole purple hair bit.

There is a banner on my page as I type for another stupid movie with a bunch of blonde bimbos going through some sort of trial or life lesson bullshit while covered in makeup and driving the nicests of new cars.

I'm a bit dis-enchanted with things as of late, can you tell?

My father is so bull-headed---if he wasn't my father I would most likely admire this trait in him.

I was trying to explain the concept of framing to him yesterday over the phone---see, I recommended he read Whose Freedom? by George Lakoff recently and he said he did....but he didn't.

I can't have conversations with that man about anything other than the humorous or mundane.

But then again, he's a comic (and an art teacher) so I can only expect so much.

My parents are saints, they paid my cell phone bill for me.  Fuckin' L, those Verizon fuckers cut me off because I owed them 22 dollars, and then they charged me 15 to turn it back on....

We spent the rest of the call hammering out a new bit about the Dr. Suess-asutra.  You know, the fox is IN the box, the lorax love position, thing 1 and thing 2 do whovilles to you.....it sounds much funnier than it looks in written form I tell you.