This is not profound but the thought that everyone on this planet is insane nags me.

I include myself in this insanity too. It’s not like I’m thinking, “Man, those people are crazy!” Just today I was sure I had lived a moment of shooting the soonending film. It was so specific I could have imagined I had dreamed the future a few weeks ago.

Today I had the time and I was wandering through a variety of story accumulators like Fark, Digg, Slashdot, and metafilter and others like Cinematography.com and almost everyone except David Mullen (who shoots the Polish brothers’ movies and, to my mind, shot the spectacularly beautiful Northfork and is such a wonderful polite and helpful person on cinematography.com that he must be some sort of saint) is blinkered philistine pig ignorant fucked up crazy!

This bothers me because I’d like to be able to have happy thoughts about humanity what with being part of it and all. To stop pondering death and destruction the way I always seem to do in my quiet times, to remember only the good and cast away the bad.

But then every single time I encounter people, including myself, I wonder aloud how I can contact the aliens to get me off this crazy thing.

If you read what people write as a form of discussion you wonder how they have the energy to keep up the hatred and vitriol or how they can keep up the energy to mash everyone’s faces into the dirt.

I do that silliness too. I spent half the day complaining bitterly about the form of the lights rather than simply solving the problem.

Was I wrong? Yes. Did we waste a huge amount of time to make something ugly? Yes. We’re both right and wrong and I’m pretty sure there is no hope lest the Jesus, Mohamed and Buddha all come back tomorrow with some seriously big sticks to kick our asses with.

I for one would welcome a beating with a “Reality Stick”(tm) if it would clear up my head for a minute or so.