Saturday, January 31, 2004
Ugh. I seem to be getting sick. Which is sort of odd, since I've not left the apartment in four days and neither Spooky nor Jennifer are ill. Outside, the temperature is somewhere in the twenties, adding to my misery.
I think Spooky's wrong. Were I one of The Endless I wouldn't be Distraction, I'd be Dilemma.
Last night, we sat through House of the Dead, easily the worst zombie film of the 21st Century. Possibly the worst zombie film of the 21st and 20th centuries. It actually made Resident Evil look good. It's that bad.
I want to lie in bed and read. Shirley Jackson. John Steinbeck. Ernest Hemingway. Harper Lee. That's how I feel.
Maybe I just need to get out of here, even if it is cold enough to raise woolly mammoths out there. Maybe I need to go out amongst the teeming, noisy, dissatisfied press of humanity and stretch my legs. Maybe I'm utterly frelling delirious.
I know you all mean well, bless your hearts, but please, please, please don't send me links to stories about creationists. It'll just make my heart beat funny. Yes, I know what's happening in Georgia. It's nothing new. I used to waste exorbitant amounts of time and energy and passion fighting this sort of willful ignorance. It used to be "my thing," back in the day. But I finally saw the futility of my ways and gave up. If humans want to believe they sprang fully-realized from the mud, the product of some fatherly deity's whim, what the hell. Let them have their silly little fairy tales. Let them cram their superstitions down the throats of their children. Let them reap the benefits of science while denying its most fundamental tenants. They're the ones missing the wonder and the beauty and the sublime grace of the universe. Sure, life would be a little easier for the rest of us if they'd grow up, but they aren't going to, not for a long, long time yet. They're ignorant and that makes them feel safer. The world has left them behind, and will continue to do so. If I could be bothered to give a shit, I'd cry of them. But I can't. I will not fret for them or their children. In the end, I suspect they are irrelevant.
Just don't send me stories about their legislative antics and I'll be fine.
Ryan Obermeyer's doing the cover for The Dry Salvages. I'm happy about that.
There's only about ten and half hours remaining on the "buy it now" and get a little monster drawing offer. Go to our eBay auctions and take advantage of my boundless generosity.
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