Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I want to be liberated.

(Warning: Links NSFW)

I recently saw something I loved. I went to see Burn After Reading, and I'm just crazy about it. Very funny, smart, and entertaining; it really opened my eyes, and my imagination.

Oh, I'm not talking about the movie itself - although that was great too; I'm talking about one of the props in the movie.

I had never seen one of these before, but man do I want one now.

I want to get ramplified!

p.s. Ooooh ... and I want one of these, too ... wait a second, does that site say they gave those away in Grammy's and Oscar's gift baskets? Damn, it must be nice to live in Hollywood.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Place your bets

The last dry spell was long ... way too long. I crossed the fucking Sahara twice at least during that spell.

I told myself I wouldn't let myself go back there again, if I could help it; but now I'm afraid I may be embarking on a new dry spell. Surely, SURELY, this one won't be anywhere near as long. I think I'd go insane if I had to live without sex again. But sadly, if I were a betting person, I'd say the odds would have to be against me getting laid again anytime soon. In fact, maybe I should take bets, on whether or not I'll get laid again in 2008 ... Anyone? Anyone?

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Moving Along

I guess you could distinguish periods of your life between two categories, if you wanted to: times when you do something so new and different that it moves your life along, and times when life is just moving along even though you're not doing anything new or different.

I don't know into which category I would put my most recent relationship. My first thought was that it was a life-changing kind of relationship, for several reasons, the biggest of which was that it was definitely serious. But after six months, it ended. And while I would hope and like to think that I grew some during that time with him, at the end I can't help but think that well, there's six more months of my life gone. Time that I do not regret, because it was nice; but time during which my life has just moved along, without any big changes, such that here I am again, trudging along as before ... the only difference being, I am no longer just 34 years old; I am now 34 and a half years old.

I wish I had an ending to this post that would seem somewhat optimistic, hopeful, something ... but I don't. But I guess that doesn't really matter; because no matter what I say or don't say, do or don't do, tomorrow's still going to come and go. Time still moves on. I guess maybe the thing to do is to think about whether I'm going to just let time move my life along the same as it is now, by virtue of days simply passing by as I get up and go to work and come home and repeat, or whether I'm going to move my life along myself, deliberately, with purpose and hope ...

... purpose and hope. Those are two very difficult things to find and hold onto in this life, I'm finding.