Lack of Color

Alright, so I watch The O.C. now and, contrary to my initial opinions on any series sucking that takes place in Orange County, CA but that doesn't showcase ska music at all, I like it. My reasoning is simple: everytime Seth Cohen comes on, it is like I am watching a Jewish version of myself. Really, it is fascinating. He's Matt junior with an afro and better writers.

Society should change so that I can hang out and travel now and then just work once I'm on the downward slope towards the afterlife, which I really hope has cherry-flavored Pez. If it doesn't... maybe I'll try to figure out how to make that 100 virgins thing happen for me. Beats a lack of Pez candies, right?

I'm ready for a new tattoo. Read Catch 22, digest it and then you'll know why I want the red running figure from the book cover on me in a permanent fashion. Yossarian away!

In my class of 11 people, there were two attractive girls on Day 1. Now, there is just one. WTF, mate indeed.

Sometimes I think that I'll never accomplish or do anything even semi-extraordinary. It's depressing. "Big plans, big crash-- why be different when you can't be yourself?" says Less Than Jake. They got me pegged, even back in the 90's I was all show and no go.

The song "One Tin Soldier" is amazing and really should become the national anthem of Sealand (note: One can learn all about amazing Sealand, which is not at all like Sea World, in an earlier post of mind-- just peruse past subject titles and you'll be $).