So many people that I want to kill. Maybe I won’t… no, I definitely will.

Sometimes, people do things that make me shake my head and wonder whether life is worth living. Then there are people who make me realise that not only is genocide a good thing, but there should be fukkloads more of it. Of course, there is bad genocide. And there is good genocide. As an example of the latter, I offer this article.

I think I have the shits.

So, on the advice of a good friend who is now a neighbour, I went to a local rental video outlet and rented a foursome of films on BD. I will talk about what happened with the outlet in question later. For now, I want to talk about something that I think a lot of so-called creative artists need to learn.

It stopped making sense to me.

When I was younger, I was somehow, in a subtle way, encouraged to think that my life would continue along a path that was really more destiny than direction. That I would just live the same kind of ordinary, everyday life that I had observed people like my parental units living, and on and on it went.

Reading. Why I love and hate it.

As I believe I have made clear before, I was a hyperlexic child. That is, my command of the English level was not merely years but almost a whole decade ahead of where it should be, and remained such until mid to late adolescence, when others began to finally catch up.

I smell really bad

Alright. This is the third time I have attempted to write this little document. I seem to be getting no further than declaring that the medicine I have been prescribed in an effort to prevent me from “losing my shit” so often, to use one euphemism is, honestly, not working.

Music and culture war, part one of many

I cannot remember whether it was last night or sometime today, but I had the occasion to read this post through a Fudgebook link.

Like eating a mountain one spoonful at a time

The things that we do can be broken down into three basic categories. Things we do because we need to, things we do because we want to, and things we do in spite of need or desire. Often, these categories are nebulous, overlapping, and changing with great frequency.