Crap! I’m covered in crumbs.

I’m sitting here trying to read about important foreign policy events that have absolutely no effect on my life yet which fascinate me to no end (go ahead…ask why Indonesia is at a crossroads), and I’m simultaneously trying to figure out a good way of reconciling the ID tags of the near 6000 mp3 files I have (if anyone has some suggestions I’d love to hear them) and I’m also bouncing back to this trailer I saw last night

http://themenwhofell.com/trailer.php

for a movie shot in Tucson and I’m trying to figure out if their lighting is really that good or if it’s just figment of the quick cut editing, and as a background hum to all that crap I’m pondering why trying to change your way of thinking, your internal thought process, and from that changing your life and from that being a better less schmucky person, is so…fucking…difficult.

And I look down to see that I’m covered in muffin crumbs.

I was focused, man! My mind was on fire with possibilities and I ain’t got no time for eating like a human being, for using a plate or using a napkin or even eating over a table instead of my own stomach as I sit here on this couch.

It’s Chris…it’s got to be. I’ve been working around this guy…

[I'll insert a picture here when I'm done with the collage. Collaging is my new hobby.]

[update: The image is done. You'll have to click on the thing to see the bigger version. It's worth it I think.]

…far too long and now look at this horrible mishapen wreck of a human being I’ve become where I sit in coffeehouse, surrounded by hot college girls, and I’m covered in fucking muffin crumbs like one exploded on my plate.

[note: A muffin not a hot college girl...although...if anyone should become suicide bombers it should be those college girls who talk like...I was like...and she was like...and I like liking...damn that pisses me off when I'm trapped next to one of those conversations. So, while I would typically argue that suicide bombing is silly and counterproductive in botht he short and long run but it would be pretty cool if some of their pretty little heads popped open like pinatas on a fat kid's birthday as a political protest for the inequities of the distribution of power. "Oh my god...I'm so like..." [BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!]

Maybe if the pretty girls did that people would start paying attention to the problems of the day. No one gives a crap if some ugly Arabic guy blows himself up. No one wanted that guy around anyway.

But now imagine if hot girls, maybe they’re wearing bikinis before they push the button, pull the chord, or tap dance their final show (which would be a great way of triggering a bomb). That starts happening and soon, in weeks if not days, the times would be a changing.

Why? Because gusy want to fuck hot young girls and if they all dissapear then what are they going to do? Lose a few billion Arab men and the world would say, “Huh? Did you hear something?” Lose a few dozen models or cute college girls and the entire fucking planet would go into a frenzy of life altering change.

It’s time th hot girls started giving back to the nice people and start blowing their pretty little heads up for the good of humanity.]

Okay, I guess this whole enlightenment thing isn’t working out nearly as well as I had hoped. But it’s a valid idea that I think we, as a people living together on this crazy interconnected globally communicated planet, need to explore.

My point still is that I was sitting here lost in thought, covered in muffin crumbs and that’s not cool in any way.

And now there’s a house on fire across the street, it’s smokey in here and I didn’t bring marshmallows. Did get some okay stock-type photos fo fire and police vehicles, just no toasted marshmallows. Damn!