It was just a couple of months ago that you all wanted to get out of the house, stinkbugs, but now you want back in? Make up your minds!

Reinvigorating and refocusing. Dropped in the ocean by the Human Torch. Ready to restart my war against the pitiful, surface dwellers. I love the idea of the amnestic Sub-Mariner regaining his identity and purpose upon being chucked in the ocean. That's always the first thing that pops in my head whenever I get back on the horse; whenever I move into the manic phase or whatever it is that happens when I stop being depressed. I mean, I really don't feel much of a connection with Namor and his hatred of humanity (well, maybe a little). I was always an X-Men fan; the big, dysfunctional family fighting for a better world. People struggling to be heroic, fighting among themselves but always pulling together in the end to stop the threat; bonded together by love! I haven't read a new X-Men comic since reading a single issue of Grant Morrison's New X-Men run. Do the X-Men still love each other? Is that still a defining characteristic? I hope so. Anyway, what I was trying to say was I started a deviantART (am I supposed to spell it like that?) page.

Today is the fifth anniversary of this dream, a personal favorite: We were watching Charlie Rose in the living room. Charlie was interviewing a younger version of himself. The sound was off but the body language between the two of them was something remarkable. Towards the end of the interview, to illustrate some point, the younger Charlie produced a long, white feather and proceeded to tickle the face and neck of his older self.

We were singing a karaoke duet of We Go Together from Grease. My partner was doing the words and I was doing all the "chang chang changitty chang shaabops" and such.

If you're going to add harmony it might as well be soaring harmony.

I'm wearing my Green Lantern t-shirt one last time before the movie comes out. Yes, I'm one of those assholes.

I feel like a bean on the edge of a breakout.

Beer and watermelon right before bed might not have been the best idea.

My current fixation is giving all the songs in my iTunes the correct release date so I can, at some future date, listen to my entire music collection in chronological order.

The party ended after 2:00 am. We didn't get to sleep until 4:00 am. I didn't notice the cut on my hand until I woke up. Did I make some sort of blood pact with someone?

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Heard at Banksville Plaza:

Dad: You mean in the bar?
Kid: Yeah.
Dad: Greedo.
Kid: Yeah! Dad, you're Greedo...

They walked passed me and I didn't get to hear the end.

When I have my MacBook

When I have my MacBook open on my lap and I'm texting with my little phone open I get a feeling of vertigo...

Things of interest I found

Things of interest I found while sorting the pile of papers on my desk: Shop 'n Save receipt with "your exit is closed!" written on it. $40.