What?

Let's put it this way.

FUCK.

Yeah. That about covers it.

So this morning I woke up and could, for some unknown reason, recite in its entirety the poem "If-" by Rudyard Kipling. Yeah, it is one of my favorites, but it has been years since I tried to memorize it and failed. But this morning it was there, so I pulled out my old copy of Kipling and double checked...and sure enough it's there. I can pull the copy out from under my blotter now. Don't need it anymore.

"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master. If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim." - Rudyard Kipling, If-

So Friday night I hung out with my little brother for a bit after getting out of work late and then watched 3:10 to Yuma which I really enjoyed. Saturday night I spent with the kids again, and then I spent a few minutes checking in on someone I hadn't seen in a bit. Got chastised for never calling. Big surprise there. I found myself watching this South Korean monster movie called "The Host" at four in the morning. It was really good too. Sunday was the Scavenger Hunt for Antioch. Its one of my favorite activities because it means I get to screw with people for a whole afternoon and they have a lot of fun. I miss the days when I got to go on the Scavenger Hunt though. Gone are the days of the lot of us dropping trough in front of a police station and mooning the camera. Gone are a lot of days I suppose. Sunday night Michelle and I went to see Cloverfield even though I was absolutely exhausted. It amused me how much it was like a damn theme park ride. I kept waiting for the lights in the theater to flicker and smoke machines to start going off. It wasn't a bad movie. It just wasn't good either. Despite the warning signs, someone puked in the hallway during the film. It sort of does that to you. I headed home and watched Sunshine, which cemented two facts: 1. I have a bit of a crush on Rose Byrne. 2. I have a total man crush on Cillian Murphy. Not in Jake Gyllenhaal sort of way though. You know. I just think he's cool. (Two points to anyone who understood either joke there.) Overall it was a decent weekend.

"Oh. Fuck off. I'm Clive Owen. That's mental." - Clive Owen as Clive Owen in "The Extras Christmas Special"

I've also been reading the Marvel Civil War comics still and plotting a display case in my office for all the statues and memorabilia I intend to buy. I'm dead set on getting a replica of Mjolnir. (Two more points to anyone who gets that.) I've been trying to write my talk for Antioch too. It's not going well. I'm sure it will be fine...because I know I can make it fine. Got a lot to get around right now though, a lot to figure out. Same as always I suppose. There's always a way. But...still.

I wish I had my way.


"I wish I had my way, because everyday would be a Friday, you could even speed on the highway. I would play ghetto games. Name my kids ghetto names: Little Mookie, Big Al, Lorraine." - Skee-Lo, I Wish