Tonight is one of those nights where I would really like to write something, but I don't have a single idea in my head to write. Its too bad. There's lots of nights where the ideas are floating around like schools of fish, but I'm just too lazy to put them down to words. Those nights aren't too bad, at least for me, because the ideas are there and really what do I care whether they're here or there. But these nights, when I'd love to put them there, but I can't because they just aren't here, well then that's too bad.

So instead I'm sitting here watching the Red Dragon, and I think I'm going to switch the channel cuz its freaking me out and Ralph Fiennes just took off his robe and showed this weird-ass dragon tattoo on his back to Phillip Seymour Hoffman and oh - that's the last straw - he just ate Hoffman's tongue... yikes! Time to turn the channel.

That's not inspiring at all. That's just wiggy. I think the most inspiring thing I heard on TV tonight was buddy on the trailer park boys reminding us all that Christmas is not about gifts and stress and any of that crap but instead about getting drunk and stoned with your family. That's the true meaning.

and that is life.
- posted by Sigurd12/25/2004 10:41:00 PM