"Insane people are always sure that they are fine.
It is only the sane people who are willing to admit
that they are crazy."
-- Nora Ephron

Overheard on the radio:
Happiness is not about getting the things you want,
it's about wanting the things you've got.

Processing,........Processing,.......
Ok, Let's just pretend that to be absolutley true.
I want to have a D in Humanities Music. And it's really ironic that I've always wanted to be flat broke over the holiday vacation. I really want to have 4 cats scratching and pissing and humping on the hood of my truck every morning. And that expensive box of b/w glossy photo paper; I've been having a secret craving to forget it's open on the table ruin it all by turning the lights on. Life is great. Just look around Drew. You have everything you've ever dreamed of and more.

yeah, you still don't work do you.

Hello, is this thing on?

change is good

Ever taken one of those college courses that is a waste of time and brain energy? Or better yet, have you ever breathed air? Humanities Music, a college course offered at Henderson State University that consists of 9 weeks of cramming unimportant minute details about early European music into your head so you can regurgitate all such useless information on a cheesy scantron bastard of a test and THEN, 9 weeks of watching early rock n roll VH1 specials. And of course, noting any insignificant details during the film that will no doubt be included in the post-movie "insult to my intelligence" quiz. Ahhh.. And to top it all off, the proffessor is a rotton bastard; one of those: absolutely no talking; attendance is 75% of your grade; all you students and even the University are against me so I'll make it harder on all of you;
kind of proffessor. It's been a swell class. Just swell.

But yesterday, I received a rare nugget of philosophical wisdom from the opening credits of yet another badly-dubbed VH1 special.
So I'll just script it out for you.

screen fades to black;
fade in audio from the Shirells "Will You Still Love Me Tommorrow" song.
The tune is catchy...reminds me of earlier times when music was pure and rebellious; long before rebellious main stream music was an empire-building tool for the corporate man.

The song builds.
A quote; white font; something from Plato; begins to fade into view amidst the music.

"When the mode of the music changes, the walls of the city shake."

So true. So true. correction: "true dat" (heard from behind)

...and you stink. Go take that weekly bath and go to bed. (note to self: quit letting the voices in your head direct the typing)

The woodstove is burning hot over in the corner like a big metal box with burning logs in it. I sit. There is a full page printout of text in the chair next to me that is completely unreadable...stupid inkjet. (Insert witty remark about empty ink jet cartriges after sleep.) Hmmm This whole blogging thing will be an awkard change. I don't know i'f i'm cut out for this kind of commitment to something that is so .....daily and personal. I can remember it like it was yesterday; (it WAS yesterday you idiot) "Blogging is going to be cool. Wow. Look at me everybody. (who's everybody?) "I can't wait to get started. Wow." Cold reality setting in: This might take some thought and effort. Maybe I'll go back to watching TV like a normal Mc-citizen. much easier. Should I incorporate the blog into the other page , or maybe a separate entity unto it'self. (wow that sounded scholarly)
These are decisions to be made. For whoelse will make them for me....oh the stress involved. What if....what if I fail.....DEAR GOD! Oh the humanity! (Note to self: you're an idiot. It's 1:53 am; you have finals tommorow; and you're sitting here typing to yourself)

Yes my son;

In time we can be put on drew's pathetic webpage. Then they will know.

yet, does it work?

whoa, a blogger