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So I watched a documentary yesterday.  This courtesy of my lovely friend Shannon.  Let me just say that I’m not really a conspiracy theorist.  Though I am a little wacky, I’m not exactly nuts.  Not like Mel Gibson nuts anyway…that fucking wacko.  But no, I like a good information spin all the same.  So I thought it neat when this film on 9/11 was pointed out to me (warning: it is long).  It reminded me of this short flash film a little (no warning: it’s just a few minutes long).  And however nutty they may sound from time to time, they bring up good points.  Naturally it’s all mostly stuff that we’ll never get answers to, but that’s why we have imaginations, right?

So good lord this was a long weekend.  I’ve not been so happy to get back into the work-week in a long while.  Of course, I start work on The Music Man this week, so free time is a commodity I won’t have to worry about having for the next month.  At least I will remain quite occupied.  Sometimes I find it to be a bad idea to leave me to my own devices.  Things end up skinned or painted.  I did buy two new guitars last week.  Awesome, huh?  One of them will replace my current one.  So…need to buy a guitar?  Hehe.  I still want to sell my Telocoustic and pick up a full dreadnought style acoustic in its place too.  Giving me disposable income is a worse idea than giving George W. a microphone.

I have learned that I have a fetish for eating my own words.  One really good example is that I said I would never start one of these bedamned MySpace pages, yet here I am, blogging, like a giddy, thirteen year old, emo schoolgirl…okay, bad example, since I’m twenty-four.  But I found myself caught in the net again with my cellphone.  When I got it, I was going to get text messages turned off.  Why use text when I can hit the “talk” button or get online?  Sadly, I shelled out the extra $4.99 a month for 200 messages.  It was a tide that I could no longer fight.  And frankly, I have discovered a certain usefullness with them.  God I hate technology.  If my phone starts looking for Sarah Conner I’m really gonna go live in a cave.

My office plant has officially been stricken with my black thumb.  It took far longer than expected, but I have prevailed.  Maybe fake plants are in order.  I should probably never have kids, because you know I’d just end up taking off for the weekend and forget to water them or something.  Besides, if I ever had kids, they’d end up with hooves.  Maybe I’ll adopt a monkey.