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So, uh, according to the BBC, chimpanzees have been discovered using tools, such as spears, for hunting.

Question:
What should we fear most?
a) Smart monkeys
b) Global warming
c) Artificial intelligence
d) Nuclear holocaust

Carrrtonne

I'm going out to a movie with my parents tonight. I'm pretty sure we haven't done that since like...1996.

Should be fun.

I get a new car on Saturday, one that presumably will start in winter, has a REMOTE STARTER and is generally not shitty. I will miss the old beast, but then I just need to think of the money I lost on new parts and missed work shifts. This will be worth the sacrifice, I think. What am I most excited for though? Why, the slim possibility that there might be a tape deck and I can start making my own tape mixes again. Or, you know, rock the old Ninja Turtles 2: The Secret of the Ooze soundtrack. Go ninja go ninja go!

(At night, I am able to see what I'm supposed to be doing.)

I HATE signing in on the new blogger with the shitty GOOGLE BRAND sign in name. It never remembers me, what's the point of having it BOOKMARKED?!

So Jono decides that today is a good day to go see a psychic. These trips are never good for me, as I think too much and actually take said thoughts quite seriously. After a walk down Jasper I take Jon to the Russian Tea Room, where they do reading and shit. In retrospect I should have had mine recorded, but I think I have a pretty good memory for these things.

High anxiety types are not good people to go for readings. Consider that I spend most of my time doubting something or another that I've done. Everyday is another one where I'm looking back on choices I've made, reliving memory, and always wondering what was the right call to make. Of late, the whole school thing has been a minor worry, mostly because I don't know if I should've been there in the first place. But the nice psychic lady at let me in on her feeling that I'm not on the right path, that I'm not following my heart in pretty much every aspect of my life.
...Seriously? I don't need to be hearing this. She nailed some other stuff early on that was cool to hear in spite of me wearing what I thought was a poker face.
My heart, body, mind, and soul are all in different places, and I can't think of a place where that last one may be. I think it may feel the stress of all the others.

My mom got a new cat for her birthday, by the way. Let's hope for good things.

So, do you believe in coincidence? I can't say that I really do, but my doubts were quashed last night. After my performance, I got stuck watching the next play, unable to get my things from the green room. After I got them I left, but forgot that I drove, so had to go back to get my car. Delays and fate I guess lead me to running into someone I really care about and inadvertently helping save their life.
I I I II I I I III II IIIIII don't know where to go from here.
Nevermind. Forget it all.

I'm confused, and to be honest here, my gut is no real help.

I'm not ashamed to get excited.

What to say?

I just went through Makin' Whoopee Valentine's Eve special. Now, I was planning on making it all nice songs at the beginning and then collapsing into breakup music for the last hour (cuz that's how it always goes, right?) but I was convinced to do it the other way....so people don't want to die by the end of my show. Fair enough.

I'm in a show for the New Works festival. It's so hilariously bad. We've had six rehearsals, total, and are only as of yesterday off book. And we go up tomorrow! And I work tonight! YES! I would feel bad if the script was, like, good at all.

The Band is so good.
My eyes hurt.
I get to go to a potluck tomorrow, yes!
I drink frequently.
Stephen Malkmus has a moustache. At last I am validated.
I need a digital camera (pronounce it dig-it-all, you will ascend.)

Doom is pleased.

Watch:




And the best thing ever:



Everybody laugh.