Scrap Paper

I'm writing this long hand in my notebook, something I never, because all the computers in my house are all tied up at the moment. Most of the time I feel like writing on scrap paper is the best, or possibly most honest way to write something down.

There is documentary on, which is tying up my laptop at the moment. It reminds me of how famous people and extraordinarily successful people are just people. Most of them aren't any more interesting than people you may know. Reality television has shown me that there is no correlation between how intrinsically compelling someone is and how attractive someone is. Just because someone is nice to look at does not mean they are good to watch.

Andrew, Brad, and I went to the polka gig tonight and I should have a video of it up tomorrow. For now, sleep.

Speak easy,
Neil

Wild Things

This is the newly released trailer for Spike Jonze's film adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are. When I was a little kid I remember reading a lot of Maurice Sendak's work, including In The Night Kitchen and Chicken Soup With Rice. The former was a piece of work that I enjoyed but did not fully understand; a sentiment that I still hold to this day. It has been many years since I have read Wild Things and all that I remember from the book is...well, don't really remember anything from the book. I recall a boy in drab animal themed pajamas, Max might have been his name, and some interactions with monsters, but not much else. The film version looks tasteful, and

Earlier this evening I was thinking about the difference between people and humans. People are the self aware beings that share toys and kill themselves because they are depressed. Humans are the carbon based life forms that grow hair and take naps. Chimpanzees and comatose human vegatables are examples of the two polar ends of the venn diagram that do not overlap. Sometimes I wish that humans were not so human. It may be easier if we can choose to be one or the other. Dogs always seem content because there is nothing else for them to be except to be dogs. I usually wash my hands after touching a dog. They are not very clean animals.

Speak easy,
Neil