You Are Quite Feeble

Maybe this explains why I have an extremely shaky grasp of almost everything that has happened for the last decade or so. Names, timelines, I'm notoriously useless.

Why Sleep Is Needed To Form Memories (science daily)

1001st post... yeah woo

I went to sleep at around 1 AM last night and woke up today at 8.30 AM. Very, very unusual to say the least.

I took a shower, shampooed, brushed my teeth, and Listerined. Let's just say it had been a while.

Things I thought about in the shower for some reason, and made a brief stop to look for on Wikipedia:

- The Japanese "Rising Sun" flag. It's sort of badass. I've been playing a WWII era game this last week involving a Pacific theater multiplayer stage, where teams are either Marine Raiders or the Imperial Army. Kiefer Sutherland does the voice cues for the Marines; pronouncements like "We are taking this fucking flag!" and "A lot of good men died out there today, all for nothing!" The Japanese voice cues are done in English with a fairly offensive accent.

- The Drumitar.

Interesting facts I discovered within 10 minutes or so:

- Japan didn't nationally adopt their current flag (officially) until 1999.

- Roy Wooten was found guilty of tax evasion in 2005.

I realized this morning that having no sleep schedule whatsoever was also subconsciously giving me license to not do anything I've been needing to do. There is always a mental subtext of "Well, I'll get around to it once I get my shit together. I just need to focus on staying awake right now." Not that I wasn't aware of this before, but it struck me how, today, I will not be able to get away with wasting the next 14 hours of wakefulness. If I had woken up at, say, 3 AM, this would certainly not be the case.

I've had a couple days in a row now of being awake with the sun and getting a proper amount of sleep. Woke up at 4 AM a couple days ago, 6.30 AM this morning. I've been able to get a lot done and eat three normal meals... but there is this weird zone I have been in for the past week or so, where for most of the day I am in this general malaise that can't be distinguished from either the "I just woke up and miss sleeping" tired or the "I need to sleep" tired. Insomnia is not fun.

I bought myself a new desk chair (ugly but ergonomic!) this morning, and it's already doing wonders for my back and posture. I also brought a bunch of old computers and monitors that were sitting around here to Staples to be recycled, for a $10 fee (each part), but took out any useful components and the hard drives first. All before 10 AM.

Really cute girl took care of me at the customer service desk. Mental note to keep that store as a backup if my money runs out and I need to get a crummy retail job. Hopefully it won't come to that.

Next up, I suppose, in the productivity checklist is to eBay all my shit.

- Xbox 360 w/ 20 GB HDD, three controllers. around $300 or so.
- PSP w/ case, 2 Memory Stick Duos, 8 games, car adapter. $200?
- iPod photo (60 GB) with custom Vaja leather case, in-line remote, FM adapter. $150 :'(
- Dreamcast w/ 3 controllers, extension cables, 2 VMUs, 12 original games. $100 :'(
- Sony Ericsson K750i, $100?
- Sony Ericsson K790a, $200?
- Zune 80, w/ custom etching (haha, sorry about all that), $200?
- Washburn electric guitar, Washburn 12-string acoustic, BC Rich Virgin w/ Floyd Rose tremolo, $200-300?

I also spent much of the weekend trying to figure out how to PXE (network) boot my old work laptop, so I can install a new operating system. It's fairly annoying. But if I manage that, maybe another $700-1000 for it.

Good luck, Matt.

Thanks, Matt.



I have started to retroactively 'tag' all of my posts; so far I've gone back to about mid-2005. I suppose some day it could be useful to be able to click on "music theory" or "kitteh" tags and sort through six plus years of intermittent rants that way.

I CAN'T SLEEP. at all.



I'm going to soldier through and pretend I slept. And get the shit done today that I said I would. And not crash in the middle of the day. Clearly my body and mind are prepared to go to war over this. Bring it on, suckas.



"That's so funny, I forgot to laugh."

before: Sarcastic rejoinder pointing out the complete lack of humor in a statement.

after: Commendation for sending an instant message so funny that, in your uncontrolled fit of laughter, you forgot to type in a courtesy "haha" or "LOL".



No Country for Old Men - three stars, probably will go up to four or five if I watch it again. It's so perfectly crafted, as you would expect a Coen brothers production to be... but it's just frustrating. Watch it and get back to me.

Juno - five stars. I knew about Ellen Page when she was doing bit parts on Canadian TV. Therefore, she's mine. If we ever have to make a decision about that. I'm just saying. (Juno's ideal father is: "a thirty-something graphic designer with a cool Asian girlfriend who kicks ass on the bass guitar"... seriously, who do you know who is more likely to fit that description some day?)

Next up: Once, Waitress, and The Good Shepherd, which I've had from Netflix since November and have fallen asleep trying to watch twice. Shit, that's what I should have done last night.

OK, my turn:



My cousin and I are going to have our own little "Biggest Loser" competition. He has been at college eating bad food and gaining some weight, and I am working from home; never exercising and also eating poorly on a regular basis.

The carrot at the end of the stick is: the loser non-winner has to wait until September to see The Dark Knight. Actually, this is going to be really painful for my cousin, so he has 48 hours to think of something else. Regardless, my weight-loss journey begins tomorrow. Ticker buddies unite.

I used a bunch of 'ideal weight' calculators on various websites to see what I should be shooting for... and it's kind of surprising. I am getting a basic range from 140-175 pounds (for a 5'10" male). I don't think I've been 170 lbs (the HIGH end of the range) since middle school, and I was a skinny dude for most of high school, even. So I'm not really looking at 170 as a goal (I seriously do not see that happening), but we'll just see how close I get once I make a concerted effort to eat healthier and exercise a few times a week.

I have a disgusting diet right now and I don't really like to... you know, move if I don't have to, yet I stay pretty much around the same weight. So I figure something should happen if I put a modicum of effort into it.

Step one should probably be settling into a normal sleep cycle... I've heard that can make a big difference. So here we go.

I finally put (most of) my portfolio online.

Put it off for months, then work on it for 12 hours straight and finish. Yeah, I've got issues...

http://pxlt.net/

- indexed





...my weblog sucks.

I really want to give this 28-hour day thing a shot. But if it ends up changing my life, I'm going to have to come up with a better story than "Oh, I read about it in a webcomic."

Um, just 12.5 more hours till I can go to sleep.

Then again, I am definitely coming down with something. Maybe this isn't the best time to commence cyclical sleep deprivation.

- Awesomely stupid recap of the Lost season to date.

- I thought the Heroes finale tonight was pretty disappointing (and even pointless until the last few minutes), but I'm still very glad that alissaaa and Paul convinced me to get into the series a few weeks ago.

- On the other hand, 24 has been terrible all year, like, in an admirably consistent manner. Actually, the 2-hour finale tonight was probably the worst episode of the season, and possibly funnier than any half hour of (intentional) comedy programming I've watched this year.

- The Riches continues to be fascinating and funny after 10 episodes, a nice 180 after what I thought was a terrible pilot. It's a crime to have to watch it letterboxed in FX's standard definition (same goes for Nip/Tuck). Sure, Eddie Izzard's genius comes across pretty much regardless of medium, but we can all agree that Shannon Woodward in a tiny plaid skirt deserves as many pixels as possible.

- This Sunday's episode of The Sopranos was probably one of my favorite ever. After pretty much writing them off after some of the weirdness last season, I think they have slowly but steadily built up quite a head of steam heading into the home stretch here. I will really miss some of these characters when they're gone; Dr. Melfi and Tony during their psychobabble sessions come to mind in particular. Meadow and A.J.'s conversations are starting to remind me a little of my own relationship with my sister. Only I didn't try to drown myself in the pool or anything yet, and (I don't think) I sound like that much of a moron.

- The Daily Show has had a couple of tough guests during the last few shows. Don Rickles last week was prone to telling long rambling stories that weren't all that funny, and Jon Stewart kept punctuating every couple of sentences with a forced sympathy guffaw. Tonight's guest was a journalist with an extremely heavy Lebanese accent. I could understand about 90% of what he was saying with great concentration. But I'm used to crazy accents, I'm guessing it was worse for other people to watch. It's probably in extremely poor taste to be complaining about an elderly comedy legend and thick foreign accents, but dammit, it makes for bad TV.

- The Halo 3 public beta has been kind of underwhelming thus far (and of course, I feel OBLIGATED to play since it's only happening for a few weeks). Visually, this can't (yet) be Microsoft's flagship product for the 360. I'm hoping there's a lot we haven't seen yet (even though Bungie announced recently that the game itself is finished and that they'll be in bug-fixing mode until September). Either way, tradition dictates that this winter I will be renting the game and having a marathon session with one or two of my cousins.

- Anyone ever heard of/played the board game Catan? I've been kind of hooked on the 360 version of it for a few days.

- Everyone knew it was coming, but I'm still very impressed by the details of the StarCraft 2 announcement. The gameplay video, while technically stunning (I always thought that Warcraft III's transition to 3D robbed it of most of its former attention to detail and personality, while this shows just the opposite), also gives a good sense of how the RTS genre is going to evolve.

- I had a quality weekend, even though I got locked out of my house and ended up hanging out in my driveway for several hours playing basketball, practicing my golf swing (no kidding) and finally sleeping in my car while I was supposed to be at following's birthday dinner.

- Big day tomorrow. Huge day tomorrow. Tommy Heinsohn's in New Jersey.

- Yeah, so I should sleep.

I think I'm nearing the end of my rope here. I don't know what I mean by that, but I think-- just in general-- I'm starting to lose it.

I'm on three hours of sleep total for the last three days. Not for any particular reason. Driving is a whole lot of fun in this condition.

I've decided that if I keep writing blog posts, that I will use proper capitalization from now on. I just decided that.

Being as mental as I am, I experience a lot of tiny epiphanies throughout the course of my days and nights. The most significant recently has been discovering a little fantasy realm where I've lived a long life and I'm not afraid of dying. The feeling of calm that came over me probably lasted about 10 seconds or less, but it was definitely the first time I had ever thought seriously about death and felt anything other than a crippling panic. It was completely bizarre. I can't figure out if this was a good thing or not.

I think that I've lost any sort of compass to define 'happy' or 'sad'. As usual there's a hell of a lot of indifference, yet these days it always seems to be accompanied by the feeling of hurtling towards something horrible. But I've always been a paranoid person.

Time to get on another conference call. My company makes the Bluths look like a bunch of Jack Welches.

everything was going fine!

i had woken up at 6 AM for the last couple of days, had breakfast, showered/shaved, generally pretended to be a productive person.

suddenly today i'm feeling a little tired around 4 PM, and i go to lie down for a little while (plus its freaking cold, i want blankets).

next thing i know, i'm WIDE awake and its 1 AM.

incredible-- a TV news outlet has actually decided to cover a story about illegal Republican campaign tactics.

Investigators: Political Phone Messages May Be Illegal In N.H. (WMUR, New Hampshire)

long story short-- in multiple states, the Republican National Congressional Committee has been placing telephone calls with prerecorded messages ('robocalls') to voters over and over again, and at crazy hours (in some cases multiple times between 7:00 PM to 2.30 AM)... but recorded to sound like they're on behalf of a state's given Democratic candidate.

here's the fun part, though: one of the states where this is happening is New Hampshire... the RNCC has admitted to at least 200,000 such calls, and estimates are that probably 1/3rd to 1/2 of those are people on New Hampshire's Do Not Call registry. New Hampshire is one of the few states that will fine automated calls to people on this list for political calls. According to state law, each call/violation carries a $5,000 fine. So it's possible penalties in the hundreds of millions.

unfortunately the real damage may already have been done, as there are already stories circulating where people have been complaining (overheard while canvassing, in letters to local papers, etc) that they'll vote for a Republican candidate specifically because of the other candidate's harrassment. there are just two days remaining for this to become a big enough story for people to wise up... not that other stories about underhanded tactics have really made a difference, though... for instance, many people now know that the GOP has been push polling in several states, but most of the coverage was about it happening in Tennessee; but naturally polls currently show the Republican candidate to be favored. perhaps people just don't care. i guess expecting outrage is asking a bit much.

The GOP's nasty dishonest robo-call barrage (Daily Kos)

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there is not a single kind of outcome for the midterm elections that would surprise me at this point. all i know is, i'm still waiting for the first credible story of Democrats engaging in some kind of egregious voter fraud, harrassment, intimidation or whathaveyou. (edit: maybe this?)

but seeing Gore and Kerry standing around in Florida and Ohio in the aftermath of 2000 and 2004 while the GOP runs tactical circles around them is kind of pathetic. no points for the moral high ground here... maybe they need their own Rove.

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plus, er, everyone's heard that Saddam's been sentenced to death? and that announcement was made... *checks watch*... what, three days before our elections.

so this trial is held and verdict issued under the authority of a very illegitimate governing body thrown together with jurists handpicked by the US. (let's keep in mind that if they wanted to do it right, they could have tried him in The Hague for violations of international law... remember Slobodan Milosevic? but then again, they invaded Iraq illegally in the first place, so maybe it would have just been awkward at that point)

but would it have been a huge deal to wait until November 8th to announce Saddam's verdict? to at least make it APPEAR somewhat less ridiculous?

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Bush finally acknowledges that, OK, maybe it does have something to do with the oil. yes, I did enjoy Syriana, thanks for asking.

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insomnia's really not so bad. need to buy some melatonin today though.

you know how when people try to eat dinner foods for breakfast, like.. "i'm having a steak for breakfast", people are like "ew, what's wrong with you".

well what if you're eating breakfast around midnight? or, like, if i have a beer now does that mean i'm one of those sad people that starts drinking as soon as they get up? i'm apparently going to Vegas in december, so i think i can start working on my "nicolas cage smashed out of his gourd" impression now.

i just woke up.

it is 11.00 PM and i am starting my day. this has been happening in some form or another for the better part of three weeks now.

i think i need help!!

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hey, rest in peace, Red Auerbach.

(woke up at 4.00 PM. all digestive functions normal.)

Saturday, 8.30 PM - Ken's Steak House.

piece of bread. a Sam Adams. bowl of Lobster Bisque. way too salty. plate of Caesar salad. famous salad dressing aside, totally underwhelming. Fries. Mixed Vegetables. serviceable. Baked Stuffed Shrimp and Filet Mignon (8 oz.), fan-fucking-tastic.

11.30 PM - My apartment.

half pound of Pemmican brand Beef Jerky (original flavor).

Sunday, 2.00 AM

bag of New York Style Mini Bagel Chips (garlic flavored), half gallon of limeade

3.00 AM

two cans of Coke Zero, two glasses of Silk Chocolate Soy Milk.

4.00 AM

1/4 gallon of limeade

(went to sleep at approx. 4.30 AM. all digestive functions not normal.)

i could turn around my world tonight.

this would all be easier if i had nothing to say. nothing to contribute. but there are reams of paper and miles of tape and acres of empty canvas that i ache for, and that's the fucking problem. there's no starting point. i anticipate no final drafts, only endless revisions and total dissatisfaction with what i'd ultimately choose to have thrown out there with a name attached, exposed and bleeding.

conceptually, i can't sit still long enough to prepare any sort of plan. in theory i'm aware of steps that need to be taken; i repeat to myself happy thoughts and chant phrases of steely resolve in my mind. then i look down for a second, catch a glimpse of the metal eyelets on my sneakers and suddenly begin to wonder how they're manufactured (seems like there's a story there), where these ones came from and why exactly the universe has conspired to bring us together at this point in time. allow me a moment with the tiniest frivolity that exists in my life, and the clamor in my head will find purchase; instantly my soon-to-be constructive train of thought that was only 20 seconds in the making (my savior) is irreversibly derailed.

the problem with realizing that there is no god is that you'll never have anyone to talk to but yourself in these vacuous months. it could be argued that i do pray to myself, daily. unfortunately, i don't listen either.

as much faith i have in my world view that this glorious symphony of humanity is merely the fortunate byproduct of a teeming, swampy mess of evolved biochemical accidents, it makes it much more difficult to internally sort out those locally cataclysmic events such as birth and death in any meaningful fashion. i can't go to a funeral and process how i'm going to spend a moment reflecting on the life of another ant whose antennae have ceased to twitch. i mean, 40-year old man hit by bus, whatever.

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in a sense, i'm resigned to the fact that i'll have no chance in this life without quieting at least some of the activity that tends to drown out more 'normal' thoughts. and, in a sense, i'm sure i'll be 'happier' that way-- happier when i really start to fit in. i'm not trying trying not to wax poetic about a functioning existence. sure, i may feel alive right now, but i'm positive that i can mentally castrate myself and manage to stay in my lane until my mid-life crisis hits.

actually my impulse is to complain that what happens now is unique, and the reason people tend to recognize that there's something off about me. i like that, but it's quite literally ruining my life. and more importantly, i'd be disingenuous if i claimed that i could even begin to process all of the garbage that clouds my thinking.

therapy has confirmed my worst fear and greatest hope-- i am different. this is not what happens to everyone. these blips of random lucidity that spike through my psyche and scatter all meaningful thought can be a beautiful thing, but they obviously leave me functionally and perceptibly inert when it comes to almost all of my real-world interactions. i admit that there's an influential part of me that enjoys this idiocy, but too much of me dreams of blowing my brains out instead. for once, there'd be total silence.

ironically, my condition assures that i'm way too obsessed with calculating appearances and angles and concocting elaborate and heart-wrenching denouements in my head to actually go through with it. and the bitter realist in me is well aware that i'd have, at best, a glorious four or five minutes of fame to pass for a grand exit. the optimist in here feels very strongly that its better to hold off and work on earning the whole fifteen.

i was up until 5 AM last night, playing NBA 2K6 on my new xbizzy-three-sitty. how i got to work on time (and not to mention, how i'm actually being productive) is a total mystery. no caffeine all day today either...

god, where do i start.

( life with the xbox 360: day 1 )

what perfect timing, school starts next week!

i don't know. i just don't really enjoy this time of year all that much.

probably because my 'looking back on the year that has been' tends not to be a good time. i've made lots of horrible decisions during the past... oh, i don't know, decade or so of my life. honestly though-- 2005 hasn't been bad. some obvious highlights:

1. my job

- i enjoy what i do, and it forces me to stay organized (and medicated... not mutually exclusive, as it turns out). which definitely carries over to other aspects of my life. and i also happen to be an excellent operations manager. there's little question that this is practical training for whatever i end up doing as a career.
- it's challenging enough that no one who actually knows what i do can say i'm here for the wrong reasons.
- i'm making craploads of money, but my salary is right at industry average and i do much more than my job description (and have agreed to expand my responsibilities for 2006).

2. school

- i long ago disabused myself of any preoccupation with a timeline. but at the same time i'm finally doing this with a goal in mind. i feel like i'm in the right place, and i'm in a program that's designed to help me succeed.

3. my living situation

- many of us know that it's not fun moving back home when you've already been out and had an apartment to yourself. well, i've done that i think three times now, i can't exactly remember. so it was imperative that i got out as soon as my life was fairly stable again.
- megan and i are good roommates, it's lucky for me that she came along when she did. and bullied me into getting a place with her. we are both perfectionist/neat freaks somehow trapped in the bodies of total slobs. our apartment can be amusingly disheveled at times, especially for two people who normally possess impeccable taste and a keen sense of aesthetics. for instance, yesterday afternoon we added a dining room to our apartment. for the five months prior, it had been an impregnable repository for giant cardboard panels. also, my tumultuous relationship with Madison the cat has been a constant source of entertainment; i've already decided to get a violently bipolar kitty of my own when i move out.
- i come home to a massive tv, a purchase that took nearly two years to research. i own the most gorgeous guitar i've ever seen. i could go on, but i won't (this journal tends to become a running tally of my materialistic conquests as it is). suffice to say that it's nice pretending that i'm rich. however, i have not had to borrow a dime from anyone this year.

4. my mental state

- none of the above would be possible unless i had adopted an entirely new approach to my life. and i dont think that's overstating things. i realize that saying all this may not mean much when considered in the context that i have never been beset by any great personal crises. actually, quite the opposite... all of my prior failings have been entirely of my own design. still, obviously this shift is a big deal for me. there are lots of angles i've adopted to further understanding as to why i've come to this point and why it has necessitated this path. ultimately i have redirected my massive ego towards a more productive thought: it would be a fucking shame if any more of my talent was wasted by continuing to dick around.
- for the last few months i've been one of the most hard-working people i know. that's mind-boggling stuff, if you are even vaguely acquainted with me.
- all of this has contributed in no small part to the utter lack of personal drama in 2005. i enjoyed the hell out of that. (that being said, i wouldn't mind ringing in 2006 like i did 2005.)
- i'm steadily becoming much more comfortable and acquainted with what some other people would call my spirituality. i'm not really referring to existential questions of creation, or my purpose. i don't see that as a useful discussion yet. rather, for me, 'spirituality' is the area of my understanding that deals with things like whether i need to be externally propelled towards virtuousness. or how i go about developing a framework for evaluating the interaction of people and those resulting concepts like 'love', 'hate', and their respective emotional tributaries. i'd like to think that, right now, there is no one from the past or present with whom i would have serious qualms about taking out to dinner. i still have 'reasons' to harbor ill will for others, but these days i'm more inclined to come to some sort of conclusion about who they are, who i am (or was), and how that has affected whatever happened between us.
- i am not even close to coming to terms with the fact that the arrival of my new personality has been loudly accompanied by my new dependence on prescription drugs. however i'm too busy actually living my life to sit around and think about it too much. don't get me wrong-- i am well aware that there are profound philosophical implications of all this (for me), but i have yet to sort it out. sometimes i do miss having night after night of insomnia listening to the racket of dueling streams of consciousness in my head... and it's pretty funny that i have artificially been unable to experience 'sadness' for more than a year now. but i think that's only fair considering that it was the emotion that dominated my existence for roughly 10 years prior to that. i've alluded to the fact that i can't pick out particular names and events in time from the year 2000 to 2004 (e.g. i don't remember the names of any of my college professors)... this year i felt like i was awake, for the first time in a long while.

my memory is not the greatest, but i don't think i've wronged... or generally pissed anyone off this year. my respective relationships with my parents and my sister have not been this good in many, many years.

i don't remember being overly upset with anyone in 2005. there were definitely a couple of short episodes when people have been in my car and have criticized my driving, i'm still (overly?) sensitive about that. but in general, i'm a big cuddly purple dinosaur these days.

i think the saddest day of my life will be the one on which i realize that the world has finally passed me by. that somehow i've failed to keep up. i hope that day is yet a long way off, but i'm constantly besieged by new avenues of learning... some scholarly, some trite. but no single one more important than the other. i'd rather be passably knowledgeable on five subjects than an expert on four.

new logo for SBC (after acquisition of AT&T properties including branding):



i approve, very much. not yet sure what the one-color version will look like... dithering to suggest the sphere? or flat w/ outline?

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what have i been up to?

1. work
2. school... exams in the next couple of weeks
3. tv

catching up/keeping up with Firefly, Sleeper Cell, Nip/Tuck, How I Met Your Mother, Arrested Development, Grey's Anatomy...

4. movies

i've had one of my netflix movies for literally three months, mailed back all three today with a resolution to get back up to speed and start to get my money's worth (i'm still on the $18 plan... i'm an idiot).

Following -- yes, this movie was the namesake for simon's wacky lj persona. premise gets set up pretty quickly, then it was a chore for me to stay interested... but it does pick up and quickly starts to smack you around with Christopher Nolan's trademark disregard for the rules of chronology and good sense. i didn't love it, but it was one of those enjoyable *gotcha* stories with the added twist of the jumps in time (very cleverly done in parts).

Ballistic: Ecks vs Sever -- reviews for this movie were almost universally harsh, but i figure i sometimes like cheesy action movies, i am definitely a lucy liu fan... sealing the deal was its inclusion on an Engadget list of 'all' the movies based on video games (i later found out that this movie actually does not qualify). so. it was pretty boring. some assassins... faceless evil corporation... ex-government... something... trying to kidnap/protect some kid... world needs to be destroyed. or saved. something. the only worthwhile thing to come out of watching this movie was discovering a new song that was playing during the DVD menu sequence. ("Smartbomb" by BT)

South Park: Season 1 (disc 1) -- should this be in the tv section? its only four episodes. netflix kills me with this one disc stuff... and i am not tying up my queue for the next several discs just to finish watching this season. but yeah, south park is awesome.

next up:

The American President (highly recommended by my psychotic roommate)
Laurel Canyon (kate beckinsale is hott it stars Castor Troy's brother from Face/Off, enough said)
Serenity, release date is Dec. 20 (see #3, above... this is the conclusion of the Firefly series)
Mighty Aphrodite (mira sorvino is hott this film represents a milestone in woody allen's storied career. also, one of my professors long ago showed us a part of the movie featuring the Greek chorus, i was sufficiently intrigued.)

5. sleep... rarely

( obnoxious ooh-lookit-my-new-tv rant )

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prove me wrong:

best commercial ever - PSP - Portable Nut
best music video ever - Michael Gray - The Weekend

i'm awake right now because i couldn't remember the name of a website i used for a couple of weeks back in 2003.

good night.