jumble sale in my headspace

Vermonty Python is the good stuff. Oh, yes it is. Cows, guys. It has COWS.

I saw CARS the other day, and it was clever and sentimental and all things PIXAR. I'm glad I waited for the dollar movie showing, though. It's not deep or very involving. Maybe I'm finally developing the disbelief that's been suspended all these years. Hmm . . . I wonder if that means I'm acquiring taste? Gods, I hope not. I like being indiscriminate about bad movies, and liking things for taste-irrelevant reasons. I don't wanna grow up. :(

In my next life I want to be Johnny Lang. It's not fair when boys are that pretty and then get to be talented and soulful jazz musicians on top of it. Deeply unfair.

I'm still trying to unreel all of the thoughts I have on good people doing desparate things and make of them some comment on societal systems analysis, but my metaphors are being only half-true, which means I may have to either develop a new paradigm to make emotional sense of it, or figure out how to write a post as a flowchart or choose-your-own adventure. Yayfun. Or not, as the case may be.