theres something about taking a shower in complete darkness. fumbling around for the soap. closing your eyes, opening your eyes, wondering if your eyes were still closed.

maybe ill take a shower right now. or in a minute.

you people, assuming there are people who read this other than me, know just about nothing about me. and i enjoy this. but do you? im open.

my hand spans universes. when i make a fist, boom, there goes a galaxy. but see, i was actually aiming for galaxy quest.

cmon folks.

i refuse to watch stuart little on the grounds of i read the book as a child (talking about a good old eb white fan back when. trumpteer swan. you know what im talking about.) and the movie could never touch the book. never. ever. ever.

i dont want to watch the grouch, for something of the same reasons (the cartoon cant be touched, even by carrey) but i will. lets just hope cindy lou is a passable cindy lou.

i need to go to a creek. do some beneficial wading. i need to bring along a fine fellow friend or two.