May I speak cryptically? I have this thing I am supposed to do for work, but there are these other things that I also wanted to do. I thought I could
pick which ones I would get to do. I was wrong. Now, don’t get confused — I can do all of these things. There isn’t enough time in the day, however, so I
end up having someone pick which things I’ll do. I didn’t know it was happening. But it is. I am not upset, but I do kind of want to have some
semblence of control given the fact that I do not trust everyone’s judgment. Some people make judgments based on hearsay. I make them based on fact.
It’s not about what I heard about someone else that matters. It’s about what I know that matters. There was about a three month span of my
life where I thought I was going to be a movie critic. My reviews would start off dealing with what I heard about the movie and then culminate in my
giving the facts about it. That’s how we all experience most movies. We see marketing. We hear stories second hand. Then we see the movie. Why
shouldn’t a review be the same way? Anyway, no funny one-liner at the end of this paragraph. Okay, fine. Is it possible to be totally partial?
Why do people who know the least know it the loudest? Why is the word abbreviation so long? And my personal favorite fortune cookie:
He who smiles in a crisis has found someone to blame.


I took 40 pictures of myself so I could have a recent photo online. 39 of the pictures sucked. I had to take out my contact lenses because they looked
pastey and were creating this freaky shadow effect on my eyes (from the flash). Here is the 39th of the 40 pictures.
I think I need a stronger jaw. Hmmm. I also need a haircut. I’ll opt for the haircut. It’s cheaper and less painful than plastic surgery.