There are things alive in my face.

That's my excuse, don't you know. But I had to say something, and well, I haven't had a video yet. Two things, going into this. Being an agnostic (Motto-We don't know, and we don't care.) I haven't got real objections to religion-it's just not my problem. But with stuff like this...well, this flavor of Christian (Bubblegum) bothers me in that I don't think god's this much of a dick. Really, it's not.

Secondly, once upon a time all of our best stuff was about god. Art and music and literature-some of the greatest honky creations in history were in the name of Christ. And now...all the worst music, movies, television. "Christian". God's not a dick, but I believe it gets a little upset when it's followers use their free will, sentience and imaginations to produce "Seventh Heaven" and Songs for Worship:Country. In that spirit, please enjoy "A Letter from Hell", courtesy of GodTube (I know). I'd like to call attention to Josh's commitment to postmortem correspondence-he keeps writing no matter how terrible his current circumstance. Would that we all keep in touch so well.

Nyquil Sorbet

It might just be the fever talking, but this is one of the stranger and funnier things I've run across lately. Check it out.

Q

Phlegmatic

These are my make-do words, taking up the moments between my last post and a future post in which I will be coherent and pithy. I am terribly ill-I can't remember the last time I was this sick, and it doesn't seem to be moving on. Got out of Blade Runner on Sun. and immediately felt terrible-aches and pains, fever dreams and cold sweats. It's only gotten worse, although I think I've gotten past the worst of it. It's funny-I don't know what proportion of these posts have been written when I was less-than-lucid...but it's interesting to note that I keep finding new influences under which to blog.

Payday.

Back to the prosaic, the political and the peripatetic. Ran across these on Wonkette, and I had to show them off. I like Obama, mostly for his wit and the fact that he likes The Wire, but these are some first-class 1984-esque iconography. Tell me what you think, and which soothing blue variation fits your particular market...

Muharram and a New Moon

I woke a woman from dreaming earlier today (she told me so. I believe her) and find myself similarly pulled groggily from a deep nap to sit, on the last day of my 30th year, and type this out.

I have had a good year, a fine year. A long, full, happy year. Which is odd, as I write this, because by most standards-good, empirical, socially acceptable standards-my life is no better than it was on 1/7/07. I still work at a job that drives me crazy and doesn't come close to paying my bills. I am still persistently, unsuccessfully, lonely. I still fuck up on a regular basis, still fail and frustrate and judge and fear and countless other barriers and barricades I put in my way.

But for all that, it's OK. It really is. I get up every day and can't believe how confident and comfortable and...happy, I am. It's sort of ridiculous, actually. I have a terrible time as it is reconciling my day-to-day with y'all's, but even for myself, as successful as my own long-term gedankenexperiment seems to be...it still feels crazy. But I'm happy. Which, I imagine, is the only really important part.

And, to be fair, it is the lot of you that has contributed to this happy year I'm putting down tomorrow. I wonder, sometimes, whether I'm just lucky to know so many bright, sharp, capable strange people...or if everyone's that way, and you're just the ones I know? Either way, I think the world of each of you, and wouldn't have you any other way.

My birthday's tomorrow. Everyone's asked me what I'm doing...not much, I think. I'll probably get a little drunk, and a little maudlin, and I'll worry a little-with last year excepted, my birthdays are terrible. But I'll be home, and glad for any company. So if you feel like coming by and paying your respects to what will be one year closer to being my corpse...please, feel free.

I am regularly filled with a christ-like love for all creation.