i am not worth knowing right now. everything i can think to put in this summary is negative, a reflection of my environment. i'll put something better here once i scrape the filth out of my life.

parasites masquerade as friends, and when you see the leeches sucking blood and try to peel them off, they squeal and twitch and moan for more, like they have a right to dominate and steal your life. NO MORE.

I am down the rabbit hole, curiouser, and curio�ser

learning and teaching.

chess. knitting. procrastinating. blundering. sharing information, random or relevant. witty replies--instants after the moment has passed.

i'm smirky and unaware.

i have too many favorite books, if one could be said to have too many of such a thing.to name a few

books: the neverending story, michael ende; people's history of the united states, howard zinn; the dark tower series, stephen king; dead souls, gogol; the odyssey, homer; screwjack, better than sex, fear and loathing on the campaign trail '72, and hell's angels, hunter s. thompson; crime and punishment, fyodor dostoevsky; atlas shrugged and the fountainhead, ayn rand; fast food nation and reefer madness, eric schlosser; the lorax, dr. seuss; a prayer for owen meany, john irving; trainspotting and porno, irvine welsh; anything by william gibson.

favorite moves: you know the one where you act like you're yawning and put your arm around somebody's shoulder? classic. oh, and another favorite move would be guile's lightning kick from street fighter II. that shit dominates. what's that? oh... it's not... okay. whoops.

well then, movies: requiem for a dream, storm of the century, nightmare before christmas, reefer madness, brazil, donnie darko, bus 174, fog of war, apocalypse now. and some scary movie about a killer who removed his victims' eyeballs, i rented it on a whim many years ago, loved it, and promptly forgot the title. bonus points if you can tell me.

pen and paper count as one, vegetables, children, satisfaction, and ambiguity counts for two

being social... how, tomorrow, i'll stop being an introvert, tomorrow i'll pick up the phone and call so-and-so. tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.

i miss believing in jesus. life was easier when i was saved.

it smothers gods of fire, it dulls the bolts of zeus. it gnaws the bones of baal's goats, it chews the druids' runes. it spits and splits the words of christ, it boils buddha's belly for stew. zoroaster reigned, once, now bookworms eat his essence. Time devours gods.

you think. do you think?