krisis

Well, suffice to say that i passed out cold directly after making my post last night, which would explain the lack of other posts. I was dead tired after work yesterday, where i burnt my right hand something awful. It feels much better today, but i must have run cold water on it for two hours yesterday before the pain lessened. Gotta do some business, but hopefully will be posting all day. Stay tuned.

So, i am more or less a vegetarian. I was one when i was little, up until five or six, when pepperoni pizza and turkey sandwiches became inevitable. I quit meat again over two years ago, and since then i only know of ingesting a bit of chicken broth, one turkey sandwich, and some errant beef chili. Today i had a lapse. I ate a whole bowl of chicken soup at work today, chicken and all. I’ve always said that the point of my vegetarianism was not to deny myself things i wanted but to force myself to eat with variety. Lately that variety has been lacking, and i found myself hungry with yummy soup in front of me. I ate the soup without guilt, because it was tasty and i wanted it. I have yet to decide if this means i’m totally off the wagon in terms of white meat, but i might be ready to accept white meat broths back into my food groups. I’ll keep you updated.

Today’s categories: burning things other than bridges; building a fire in the snow; omnivores are people too; solitary confinement; and x-ray technology. I’ll talk about at least two of them, i promise.

If i keep talking about how much i love movies that i’ve seen i don’t know how long my ‘i hate movies’ stance is going to fly, so i’ll keep this brief. Dogma was pure gold. Jay and Silent Bob were too gimmicky, but you don’t have to be a seminary student to appreciate the humor (bonus points if you knew the Metatron wasn’t some sort of wurlizer). Alanis Morissette was so perfect i can’t even describe; her alternating looks of age and tolerance and playfullness and joy were perfection. Dogma got a little too full of itself from time to time, but even Affleck and Damon managed to pretend like they could act past the buddy syndrome. Lots of fun.

In proof that good things happen to good people, atlantic records & co have issued a press release stating that tori amos has given birth to her first child, an unnamed and healthy girl. I am overjoyed for her and her husband Mark Hawley and inspired by the momentous event. I’m not sure that the divine master plan is perfection, but there are always reasons to have faith in something.