virtual reality

so apparently there is a website called secondlife where you can live online. people spend 30 hours a week playing it. I kind of want to go and yet I am kind of afraid. if I am able to achieve my true identity as dark avenging superhero online -- well that sounds addictive!

george knows types who live online. they don't go out cos they're battling the vampire. they pause only for another bowl of cereal or marijuana.

sometimes you gotta change your template

this green template is bringing me down. I must get me a new one. so many choices, each of them wrong in some subtle way. lets see. minima? rounders? ms moto? jellyfish.

spineless jellyfish. ah that takes me back. I've had the chance to observe the young lately. now that I'm not one of them, I can observe, from the outside so to speak. anyway, I'm fascinated yet horrified by what I see. it's not just the ridiculous fashion sense -- I mean oversized sunglasses and anorexia are probably better than the many fashion atrocities of my era of which stirrup pants were the least offensive -- it's the overwrought earnest angsty hormonal self involvement. I accidentally caught about 7 min of THS Lindsay Lohan on E! and thought, wtf?

it seemed the appropriate non-response. watched a movie last night the message of which was live dammit live. the underlying message was, hey living is pretty strenuous why not let us do the living for you and you can just watch. its true watching is more convenient. but then you're exposed to fox news and their obsession with rosie o'donnell.

the truth is infectious

anger is a toxin that dirties the blood but also makes you funny. lately I've come to the conclusion that I have a little too much rage inside me and that it is manifesting itself in unacceptable ways, like being an asshole and spinning out about the dishes. "why do you always have to blame someone?" asked george. why indeed. but secretly