Monday and still here

I say… and you think…

My Week 576 for Unconscious Mutterings:

  1. Person :: of interest
  2. Children :: of men
  3. Tweet :: bird
  4. Points :: score
  5. Grill :: and Bar
  6. Traces :: chemicals
  7. Unsolved :: murder
  8. Lines :: stripes
  9. Fourteen :: fifteen
  10. Coincidence:: I don’t believe in them

Sorta all over the map today. Person of Interest is a TV show I used to watch, big brother is watching you so a couple guys are trying to watch big brother. I think it’s morphed over time, I haven’t watched in a while, the commercials are always super-dramatic.

Children of Men is one of the best movies in the last ten years.

I think the rest sorta explain themselves (I was thinking “keep it between the lines” as I was driving in the slush the other day)

In other news, my little blog crossed over 400,000 lifetime visitors, so if you’re reading this, thanks. You’re one of them.

One pill makes you larger

And another makes you small.

I’m not going to even try to put my thoughts on paper about the recent death of Philip Seymour Hoffman. I found this excellent piece written by Steffani (I’ve been reading her stuff since long before the events she describes here) and, well, it’s fucking amazing.

Stress? We’re supposed to experience stress. It’s expected to cripple us sometimes. We’re supposed to cry, turn to people, act out, be stupid, lose a little sleep. That’s part of being alive. We can’t medicate that out of ourselves. It becomes our art, it drives our dreams, pushes us to do ever more. Pain forges our humanity.

Read the whole thing: What a sad fucking day. What a horrible fucking disease.

I have addicts in my life. It shows in different ways in different people. I myself am guilty of looking for a magic potion to somehow fix things.

Light bulb!

It suddenly occurs to me I should have probably been watching Jimmy Fallon all this time.

Hope the new show goes well.