Dave (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dysthymia83) wrote,@ 2007-10-06 22:11:00 |
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Shame On Me For The Blues
Hi there,
It’s a 3 day weekend. I never understood why a piece of shit like Christopher Columbus got his own holiday (if we’re going to celebrate an explorer, how about Magellan...or how about we celebrate “Rent” director Chris Columbus?), but it’s a day off of work, so I don’t care so much anymore, lol. Today I didn’t do much....took some pics on my mom’s digital camera, which didn’t come out too bad considering I am having an acne overload as of late. I spent most of the day watching “Freak and Geeks” on DVD. Boy, an I fucking LOVING this show. I haven’t felt like this big of a douche for not watching a show when it was originally on since I started dating Alysa and she turned me into a “Buffy” fan when I had only see one episode before hand (it happened to be the worst episode of the series, in which Xander falls for a giant preying mantis disguised as a hot science teacher...yes, I still think the episode is even worse than “Beer Bad”, which most “Buffy” fans think is he worst....I guess I just like horny, neanderthal Buffy too much, lol). In a way it’s almost a good thing I am only getting into it now, 7 years after I went off the air, as I was still in high school AS a 2/3rd geek 1/3rd freak and it might have hit a bit too close to home there. Hell, the reason I love the show is because it DOES hit so close to home. So much of what is in the series rings a bell with something from my own life that’s scary....never mind that the show takes place in 1980, 3 years before I was born, moments in this series feel like a pastiche of moments from my, and I assume many other persons’, lives.
The character I relate to most is Sam Weir, one of the geeks, who was actually played by an actor who was really 14 (not like “90210" where some of the actors playing high school students were in their late 30s, lol). He looks young for his age, is short, shy, awkward, and has a deep unrequited love for a sweet girl-next-door type gal, Cindy, who is a popular cheerleader with shadows of something deeper, expressed by her reading a depressing poem during a yearbook club meeting. I’m only 11 episodes into the 18 ep series, and I’ve heard the character of Cindy is revealed as less perfect than she seems, but a beautiful, sweet, cute, adorable girl-next-door who is out of your league yet still is nice to you and talks to you is kind of the archetype for the girls I had crushes on in high school. And, of course, when Cindy tells Sam she likes being his friend because she can tell him anything without being nervous, “you’re like my sister” while she prattles on about the vapid, handsome, popular guy she does like...well that’s like a page right out of my own life. I can’t count how many times I’ve been the guy nursing a hardcore crush but in the interest of friendship, or a naive hope she'll notice that all this time talking to you all comfortable and close is what she was looking for in a relationship with the other guy after all, I’ve been the supporting ear to their expressions of devotions for guys undeserving of theirs. Plus the fact that Cindy is a dark soul underneath the smiley exterior also runs parallel to my attraction for damaged and/or emotionally wounded women. However, that part of me only developed after I myself became damaged goods, which started my senior year of high school. Now, I feel like if a girl were interested in me I should start out with the opening line of the song “I Should Tell You” from “Rent”, where Roger is giving Mimi a last warning before they begin a relationship : “I should tell you I’m disaster....” Plus, the things Sam does to try and make Cindy fall for him are the same things many geeks like me have tried : changing hair and clothes, finding excuses to hang out, getting involved in the girls’ interests while forsaking your own, over-complimenting in a highly awkward and forced manner. And the advice he gets is the same advice I often get : fake confidence....if you believe something about yourself others will believe it too, etc. Actually, it’s kind of sad that these things were as true about me in highs school as they are now, whereas for most people I assume they grow out of this stuff in high school. I mean, so “adults” even get crushes now? Yeah, I know at the age of 24 I am unequivocally an adult, but it just goes to prove my belief that my missed opportunities and regrets about my life, in particular my LOVE LIFE from that era have lead me to not emotionally evolve or mature because I can’t move on having not successfully gained or maneuvered my way through those difficult adolescent situations and rites of passage, and so I am stuck with the emotional maturity of a broody, depressed, emo-ish 16 year old even as my body and intellect stay at normal progression (well, judging by acne and my boyish face and body, perhaps my physical growth is stuck at 16 too, lol). I used to joke that I am like Michael J Fox, one of those guys who will look 12 years old for the rest of his life. Part of my reason for growing my goatee, along with wanting to look like my idol, Ethan Hawke, and hoping it would attract more women in the same way the changing clothes/hair things is done, is so I would look more my age.
The other character I relate to a lot is Nick, the seemingly happy but lovesick puppy dog who thinks WAY too deeply about the meaning of things and is horribly depressed about his future prospects and the increasing likelihood he will not achieve his dream (the be a drummer, in the show). Plus he tends to get VERY creepy when he likes a girl in the process of trying to be suave or charming or affectionate or loving. There’s even an episode where he talks about a past gf and talks about how he wrote her hundreds of poems. Yeah, I did that back in my Val days. I must have written 200 poems, each one more horrible than the last. I almost cried during an episode where Nick realizes his future looks pretty dark (he doesn’t possess the talent need to achieve his dream and he’s afraid of being forced into a future he wants no part of) and his sweaty, desperate, crying, heartbreaking near-mental collapse hit pretty damn close to home.
But I don’t mean to make the show sound uber-depressing. It is hilarious, and even small things like the geek experience of gym class are so damn true. And the geek sense of humor, largely of imitating beloved pop culture, or the constant pop culture references and discussion in everyday conversations and discourse. Even small touches like an episode where one of the geeks’ fathers is having an affair and Sam talks about how he doesn’t understand because he can’t grasp how a guy can get ONE woman, let alone TWO....how many times have I written that in this very same blog. The show GETS how geeks talk and act and view the world, without needing to amp up the hyperbole too far to reach comic gold. In fact, so much of the show feels so damn true-to-life, and even weirder true to MY life, that it makes it such a delightful rarity. So many high school shows, from 90210 ro “Saved By The Bell” to whatever have absolutely no resemblance to either my highs school experience or my life experience....but this show captures so well, not so much in overall narrative, but in character touches and themes, not only my highs school experience, but almost my entire life experience and my personality SINCE high school. From the humorous moments of not wanting to change in front of other guys in gym, to those moments of despair when we dream of being something greater than ourselves but know deep down “I’ll never be that guy” to falling for a girl you see as heavenly and perfect, who may or may not be heavenly and who may be perfect due to her imperfections but is certainly NOT perfect as no one is, and desperately hoping and trying to “make” her like you....I am going to be sad when the I get to the closing credits of the last episode. I must be the last person ever to be livid that this show was cancelled after 1 season. It’s partly my fault, since I didn’t watch it when it was on, though. Oh, and if Lisa Loeb is my perfect geek girl, and Liz Vicious is my perfect goth girl, than Natasha Melnick as Cindy Sanders is right up there with Michelle McDonald as Becca in “Superbad” and Alyson Hannigan in almost every role she’s ever been as my perfect girl-next-door. Even if she does go psycho in a future episode I haven’t gotten to yet.
There was also a great moment in Thursday’s episode of “The Office”. Dwight and Angela broke up, but Angela was willing to remain friends. This prompted Dwight to say one of the funniest things I have ever heard....I missed the following 3 minutes of the show because I was still laughing over them : “I just want to be friends....with a little extra....and also I love you”. The reason I laughed at this is because it pointed something out : it makes no sense when a girl wants to STAY friends but not date you. I mean, it kind of make sense if you start out as friends and they don’t want to date you (I never tire of quoting Roger Ebert when he pointed out that when a girl tells you she wants to be just friends, what she means is “rather than have sex with you, I prefer to lose you as a friend”), but not if they want to stay friends AFTER you’ve dated...and the writers of the show pointed that out : all a relationship is is a close friendship, with a little extra (sex and other forms of physical intimacy), and also you love them (and not that “love you as a friend” fake bullshit, real love).
On a semi-related note, I have noticed recently that many bands who make their money by releasing a steady stream of almost suicide-encouraging songs always seem to have ONE song that tells people NOT to kill themselves. I guess it must still be because every once in a while a kid will kill himself because of a song, be it Ozzy’s “Suicide Solution” or Blink 182's “Adam’s Song”, and the parents sue the musician. Of the bands I listen to , this includes A Perfect Circle’s song “The Outsider” (even though it is on the same album as “Weak and Powerless”, a wrist-cutting song if I’ve heard one....though not as depressing as “3 Libras”), Staind’s “Waist” (their 2nd album, “Break The Cycle”, was released in the most depressing month of the most depressing year of my life, June 2001, and became the soundtrack for my life when I was at my most suicidal. As a result, it is actually PAINFUL for me to listen to any song from that album...except “It’s Been Awhile” because it reminds me more of “The Butterfly Effect” than my depression, having been used in that film’s awesome trailer), and most recently Three Day’s Grace’s “Never Too Late”, and odd single to follow their last one, “Pain”. I guess all these artists are just covering their asses in case one of their listeners does off themselves. “But we can’t be at fault, your honor, because we made THIS song too, so it doesn’t matter if we use the word ‘pain’ 38 times in our other song”, lol. Personally, I think it would be hilarious if someone killed themselves listening to the song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”, but that song makes me feel HOMICIDAL instead, lol.
Tomorrow I’m going to the movies to see “The Heartbreak Kid”. I have to stop by an ATM first though. Usually I only use the ATM at work, seeing as how I work for the bank and it is less likely a fellow employee will snoop on my pin# than some random yahoo behind me at the ATM at the supermarket, but the ATM at work was busted on Friday, so that sucks. I’m also hoping I’ll FINALLY start writing my new short story, now that I’ve ironed out all the kinks in outline form. Aside from that, I have no other plans this weekend except to finish the eps of “Freak and Geeks”, download the crap load of awesome classic rock songs that are in the show, and just fucking relax.
Nothing to report on the crush situation. I think I’m gonna be okay as far as that is concerned, it’s just going to suck trying to find another girl AND make sure she’s someone who would actually go out on a date with me this time, lol. Though it certainly can’t help that I watch movies like “The Lake House”. Why would I watch a sappy romantic drama like that? Well, there was a brief period between 1994-1996 when I had a big crush on Sandra Bullock, but then it died because she made a steady stream of wall-to-wall piece of shit films (“Practical Magic” alone made me want to cut out my eyeballs....and I won’t talk about “Miss Congeniality” if you won’t), and I’m a sucker for time travel movies (I might even rent Bullock’s OTHER time travel film, “Premonition”). While I absolutely DESPISE romantic comedies, mainly because most of them are neither romantic nor funny, I like romantic dramas. It is safe to say the 1997 version of “Great Expectations” with Ethan Hawke is my 2nd fav film (my FAV film, “Fight Club” is going to be 8 years old on October 15th...hard to believe it’s been 8 years since it was released...wow), and that’s a romantic drama. I also liked “The Notebook” quite a bit. But these movies all make me terribly depressed. It’s odd how I can watch gruesome horror movies and not be affected 1 iota, but a sappy romantic film can bum me out for days. Maybe because I’m not afraid of dying, but I sure am terrified of being alone for the rest of my life. It may also explain why I love this new wave of horror movies alot...because they are focused less on death and more on torture....I may not be afraid of death, but I AM afraid of exceeding long bouts of unending pain....it would explain why I love the “Saw” and “Hostel” films, along with the fact that both series of films are deeper and more profound and intelligent than most critics give them credit for and most idiot audience members can see. For every critic who “gets” them, like that first amendment lawyer whose essay on “Hostel Part II” I posted as a bulletin on Myspace and Fubar recently that defending the torture-horror genre, there’s a shitty Lisa Schwartzbaum, who is a terrible film critic even though she is in my fav magazine, Entertainment Weekly, who wrote an exceeding ignorant article about how she refuses to watch torture-horror films. But she lost all credibility she had as film critic anyway, when she gave a D to “Fight Club” 8 years ago. And, like “Freaks and Geeks” or “Fight Club” or “Great Expectations” or any of my fav films and TV shows, I love the ones best that I relate to the most. The moment “Saw” had me was when a victim was a man who cut himself and attempted suicide, and Jigsaw put him in a maze of razor wire telling him if he really wanted to die he just needed to stay put, but if he wanted to live he had to cut himself over and over again to escape the maze.....that would have been my trap, and when I felt like I COULD be a victim, and that I might even DESERVE to be a victim, that’s when the film won me over for life. It hits home. I’ll never be a stud who bangs the hot girl in the cabin and this in danger of a good ol’ machete killing from a guy in a hockey mask, but if a guy wanted to punish people who don’t appreciate life, I’m first on the chopping block.
Ok, I think I’m done for this entry. Not many people read my last two entries, and since this entry is neither depressing enough nor funny enough, and because I spent it talking about TV shows and movies none of you care about, I expect it will be low-read too, so I’ll post some pics in the hopes those raise my readership, since they usually do. Night all.
Hi there,
It’s a 3 day weekend. I never understood why a piece of shit like Christopher Columbus got his own holiday (if we’re going to celebrate an explorer, how about Magellan...or how about we celebrate “Rent” director Chris Columbus?), but it’s a day off of work, so I don’t care so much anymore, lol. Today I didn’t do much....took some pics on my mom’s digital camera, which didn’t come out too bad considering I am having an acne overload as of late. I spent most of the day watching “Freak and Geeks” on DVD. Boy, an I fucking LOVING this show. I haven’t felt like this big of a douche for not watching a show when it was originally on since I started dating Alysa and she turned me into a “Buffy” fan when I had only see one episode before hand (it happened to be the worst episode of the series, in which Xander falls for a giant preying mantis disguised as a hot science teacher...yes, I still think the episode is even worse than “Beer Bad”, which most “Buffy” fans think is he worst....I guess I just like horny, neanderthal Buffy too much, lol). In a way it’s almost a good thing I am only getting into it now, 7 years after I went off the air, as I was still in high school AS a 2/3rd geek 1/3rd freak and it might have hit a bit too close to home there. Hell, the reason I love the show is because it DOES hit so close to home. So much of what is in the series rings a bell with something from my own life that’s scary....never mind that the show takes place in 1980, 3 years before I was born, moments in this series feel like a pastiche of moments from my, and I assume many other persons’, lives.
The character I relate to most is Sam Weir, one of the geeks, who was actually played by an actor who was really 14 (not like “90210" where some of the actors playing high school students were in their late 30s, lol). He looks young for his age, is short, shy, awkward, and has a deep unrequited love for a sweet girl-next-door type gal, Cindy, who is a popular cheerleader with shadows of something deeper, expressed by her reading a depressing poem during a yearbook club meeting. I’m only 11 episodes into the 18 ep series, and I’ve heard the character of Cindy is revealed as less perfect than she seems, but a beautiful, sweet, cute, adorable girl-next-door who is out of your league yet still is nice to you and talks to you is kind of the archetype for the girls I had crushes on in high school. And, of course, when Cindy tells Sam she likes being his friend because she can tell him anything without being nervous, “you’re like my sister” while she prattles on about the vapid, handsome, popular guy she does like...well that’s like a page right out of my own life. I can’t count how many times I’ve been the guy nursing a hardcore crush but in the interest of friendship, or a naive hope she'll notice that all this time talking to you all comfortable and close is what she was looking for in a relationship with the other guy after all, I’ve been the supporting ear to their expressions of devotions for guys undeserving of theirs. Plus the fact that Cindy is a dark soul underneath the smiley exterior also runs parallel to my attraction for damaged and/or emotionally wounded women. However, that part of me only developed after I myself became damaged goods, which started my senior year of high school. Now, I feel like if a girl were interested in me I should start out with the opening line of the song “I Should Tell You” from “Rent”, where Roger is giving Mimi a last warning before they begin a relationship : “I should tell you I’m disaster....” Plus, the things Sam does to try and make Cindy fall for him are the same things many geeks like me have tried : changing hair and clothes, finding excuses to hang out, getting involved in the girls’ interests while forsaking your own, over-complimenting in a highly awkward and forced manner. And the advice he gets is the same advice I often get : fake confidence....if you believe something about yourself others will believe it too, etc. Actually, it’s kind of sad that these things were as true about me in highs school as they are now, whereas for most people I assume they grow out of this stuff in high school. I mean, so “adults” even get crushes now? Yeah, I know at the age of 24 I am unequivocally an adult, but it just goes to prove my belief that my missed opportunities and regrets about my life, in particular my LOVE LIFE from that era have lead me to not emotionally evolve or mature because I can’t move on having not successfully gained or maneuvered my way through those difficult adolescent situations and rites of passage, and so I am stuck with the emotional maturity of a broody, depressed, emo-ish 16 year old even as my body and intellect stay at normal progression (well, judging by acne and my boyish face and body, perhaps my physical growth is stuck at 16 too, lol). I used to joke that I am like Michael J Fox, one of those guys who will look 12 years old for the rest of his life. Part of my reason for growing my goatee, along with wanting to look like my idol, Ethan Hawke, and hoping it would attract more women in the same way the changing clothes/hair things is done, is so I would look more my age.
The other character I relate to a lot is Nick, the seemingly happy but lovesick puppy dog who thinks WAY too deeply about the meaning of things and is horribly depressed about his future prospects and the increasing likelihood he will not achieve his dream (the be a drummer, in the show). Plus he tends to get VERY creepy when he likes a girl in the process of trying to be suave or charming or affectionate or loving. There’s even an episode where he talks about a past gf and talks about how he wrote her hundreds of poems. Yeah, I did that back in my Val days. I must have written 200 poems, each one more horrible than the last. I almost cried during an episode where Nick realizes his future looks pretty dark (he doesn’t possess the talent need to achieve his dream and he’s afraid of being forced into a future he wants no part of) and his sweaty, desperate, crying, heartbreaking near-mental collapse hit pretty damn close to home.
But I don’t mean to make the show sound uber-depressing. It is hilarious, and even small things like the geek experience of gym class are so damn true. And the geek sense of humor, largely of imitating beloved pop culture, or the constant pop culture references and discussion in everyday conversations and discourse. Even small touches like an episode where one of the geeks’ fathers is having an affair and Sam talks about how he doesn’t understand because he can’t grasp how a guy can get ONE woman, let alone TWO....how many times have I written that in this very same blog. The show GETS how geeks talk and act and view the world, without needing to amp up the hyperbole too far to reach comic gold. In fact, so much of the show feels so damn true-to-life, and even weirder true to MY life, that it makes it such a delightful rarity. So many high school shows, from 90210 ro “Saved By The Bell” to whatever have absolutely no resemblance to either my highs school experience or my life experience....but this show captures so well, not so much in overall narrative, but in character touches and themes, not only my highs school experience, but almost my entire life experience and my personality SINCE high school. From the humorous moments of not wanting to change in front of other guys in gym, to those moments of despair when we dream of being something greater than ourselves but know deep down “I’ll never be that guy” to falling for a girl you see as heavenly and perfect, who may or may not be heavenly and who may be perfect due to her imperfections but is certainly NOT perfect as no one is, and desperately hoping and trying to “make” her like you....I am going to be sad when the I get to the closing credits of the last episode. I must be the last person ever to be livid that this show was cancelled after 1 season. It’s partly my fault, since I didn’t watch it when it was on, though. Oh, and if Lisa Loeb is my perfect geek girl, and Liz Vicious is my perfect goth girl, than Natasha Melnick as Cindy Sanders is right up there with Michelle McDonald as Becca in “Superbad” and Alyson Hannigan in almost every role she’s ever been as my perfect girl-next-door. Even if she does go psycho in a future episode I haven’t gotten to yet.
There was also a great moment in Thursday’s episode of “The Office”. Dwight and Angela broke up, but Angela was willing to remain friends. This prompted Dwight to say one of the funniest things I have ever heard....I missed the following 3 minutes of the show because I was still laughing over them : “I just want to be friends....with a little extra....and also I love you”. The reason I laughed at this is because it pointed something out : it makes no sense when a girl wants to STAY friends but not date you. I mean, it kind of make sense if you start out as friends and they don’t want to date you (I never tire of quoting Roger Ebert when he pointed out that when a girl tells you she wants to be just friends, what she means is “rather than have sex with you, I prefer to lose you as a friend”), but not if they want to stay friends AFTER you’ve dated...and the writers of the show pointed that out : all a relationship is is a close friendship, with a little extra (sex and other forms of physical intimacy), and also you love them (and not that “love you as a friend” fake bullshit, real love).
On a semi-related note, I have noticed recently that many bands who make their money by releasing a steady stream of almost suicide-encouraging songs always seem to have ONE song that tells people NOT to kill themselves. I guess it must still be because every once in a while a kid will kill himself because of a song, be it Ozzy’s “Suicide Solution” or Blink 182's “Adam’s Song”, and the parents sue the musician. Of the bands I listen to , this includes A Perfect Circle’s song “The Outsider” (even though it is on the same album as “Weak and Powerless”, a wrist-cutting song if I’ve heard one....though not as depressing as “3 Libras”), Staind’s “Waist” (their 2nd album, “Break The Cycle”, was released in the most depressing month of the most depressing year of my life, June 2001, and became the soundtrack for my life when I was at my most suicidal. As a result, it is actually PAINFUL for me to listen to any song from that album...except “It’s Been Awhile” because it reminds me more of “The Butterfly Effect” than my depression, having been used in that film’s awesome trailer), and most recently Three Day’s Grace’s “Never Too Late”, and odd single to follow their last one, “Pain”. I guess all these artists are just covering their asses in case one of their listeners does off themselves. “But we can’t be at fault, your honor, because we made THIS song too, so it doesn’t matter if we use the word ‘pain’ 38 times in our other song”, lol. Personally, I think it would be hilarious if someone killed themselves listening to the song “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”, but that song makes me feel HOMICIDAL instead, lol.
Tomorrow I’m going to the movies to see “The Heartbreak Kid”. I have to stop by an ATM first though. Usually I only use the ATM at work, seeing as how I work for the bank and it is less likely a fellow employee will snoop on my pin# than some random yahoo behind me at the ATM at the supermarket, but the ATM at work was busted on Friday, so that sucks. I’m also hoping I’ll FINALLY start writing my new short story, now that I’ve ironed out all the kinks in outline form. Aside from that, I have no other plans this weekend except to finish the eps of “Freak and Geeks”, download the crap load of awesome classic rock songs that are in the show, and just fucking relax.
Nothing to report on the crush situation. I think I’m gonna be okay as far as that is concerned, it’s just going to suck trying to find another girl AND make sure she’s someone who would actually go out on a date with me this time, lol. Though it certainly can’t help that I watch movies like “The Lake House”. Why would I watch a sappy romantic drama like that? Well, there was a brief period between 1994-1996 when I had a big crush on Sandra Bullock, but then it died because she made a steady stream of wall-to-wall piece of shit films (“Practical Magic” alone made me want to cut out my eyeballs....and I won’t talk about “Miss Congeniality” if you won’t), and I’m a sucker for time travel movies (I might even rent Bullock’s OTHER time travel film, “Premonition”). While I absolutely DESPISE romantic comedies, mainly because most of them are neither romantic nor funny, I like romantic dramas. It is safe to say the 1997 version of “Great Expectations” with Ethan Hawke is my 2nd fav film (my FAV film, “Fight Club” is going to be 8 years old on October 15th...hard to believe it’s been 8 years since it was released...wow), and that’s a romantic drama. I also liked “The Notebook” quite a bit. But these movies all make me terribly depressed. It’s odd how I can watch gruesome horror movies and not be affected 1 iota, but a sappy romantic film can bum me out for days. Maybe because I’m not afraid of dying, but I sure am terrified of being alone for the rest of my life. It may also explain why I love this new wave of horror movies alot...because they are focused less on death and more on torture....I may not be afraid of death, but I AM afraid of exceeding long bouts of unending pain....it would explain why I love the “Saw” and “Hostel” films, along with the fact that both series of films are deeper and more profound and intelligent than most critics give them credit for and most idiot audience members can see. For every critic who “gets” them, like that first amendment lawyer whose essay on “Hostel Part II” I posted as a bulletin on Myspace and Fubar recently that defending the torture-horror genre, there’s a shitty Lisa Schwartzbaum, who is a terrible film critic even though she is in my fav magazine, Entertainment Weekly, who wrote an exceeding ignorant article about how she refuses to watch torture-horror films. But she lost all credibility she had as film critic anyway, when she gave a D to “Fight Club” 8 years ago. And, like “Freaks and Geeks” or “Fight Club” or “Great Expectations” or any of my fav films and TV shows, I love the ones best that I relate to the most. The moment “Saw” had me was when a victim was a man who cut himself and attempted suicide, and Jigsaw put him in a maze of razor wire telling him if he really wanted to die he just needed to stay put, but if he wanted to live he had to cut himself over and over again to escape the maze.....that would have been my trap, and when I felt like I COULD be a victim, and that I might even DESERVE to be a victim, that’s when the film won me over for life. It hits home. I’ll never be a stud who bangs the hot girl in the cabin and this in danger of a good ol’ machete killing from a guy in a hockey mask, but if a guy wanted to punish people who don’t appreciate life, I’m first on the chopping block.
Ok, I think I’m done for this entry. Not many people read my last two entries, and since this entry is neither depressing enough nor funny enough, and because I spent it talking about TV shows and movies none of you care about, I expect it will be low-read too, so I’ll post some pics in the hopes those raise my readership, since they usually do. Night all.
