Today is 9.1.2. To elaborate: it is the 9th cycle (4 week increments!) of the year 2012. The 1 stands for week 1, and well, the 2 is because I am still adhering to American calendars and honouring Monday as day 2 of the week. I believe it was in 2007 that I first concocted the notion of chunking up the 52 week year into 4 week increments, which ( Read more... )

so, last night instead of watching Nights of Cabiria (which I did take to my sister's house) we watched Woody Allen's Bananas (1971 ( Read more... )

I think it is the alcohol. In fact, in this case, the moment of melancholy WAS triggered by alcoholic memories. As Wes and I were driving about, he commented about one time a girl at KFC remarked about how smart he was because he knew the exact change before she clicked the button on the register. It got me thinking about how he vomited that night ( Read more... )

Another year over, and a new one's just begun...
-John Lennon, "Happy Xmas (War is Over)"

Author's note:I spell-checked, jused italics and bolding, and even went back and did a cursory editing. I do not normally do any of that. Symptoms of this include using the lj-cut, deleting contractions (it's nothing against them, I just did not want any in ( Read more... )

This should be short and sweet, in contrast to my usual entries. I'm feeling a bit melodramatic right now, so I'm sorry if I ooze pretentiousness or anything else. I believe I'm having an episode ( Read more... )

Today is mum's birthday ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, in the land of the past, I was better-behaved. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I was a mensch. Yes, it is true that many bad moments accompanied my manic highs; but more was accomplished. I was not rushed by anything. I could synthesis at my leisure, and continue to avoid issues of religion, sexual orientation, and ( Read more... )

I think I finally get it. I hope I finally get it.Thursday, while I was in Santa Clara visiting Jesika, Emily Moon was put to sleep. For those who don't know, or don't remember --as she has hardly been mentioned, especially by name in this journal--she was my cat from 8th grade until....well, until June 30th. That cat was something special. She was ( Read more... )

Well, um, yeah. wow, I feel too good to type; typing feels so violent right now, but so methodical and peaceful if I am light in my touching ( Read more... )

I'm updating with Dark Side of the Moon; this should be prolific, it won't. I have developed restraint over the last while, however, I constantly misuse it. Like to-day, when I decided I did have to beat-off my stress. Oh, how the bowling alley causes my sexual frustration to mount. *clears throat* that's not why I'm writing, however ( Read more... )