I’m such a weirdo. I started writing today. Not necessarily about anything, just writing. The idea, at first, was to create something for Her, but this gradually turned into a mish-mash of oddities and bullshit. Sometimes when I write, and I haven’t in a long long time, stuff just pours out of me. And some of it may be nonsensical. Maybe there’re some larger, concrete themes weaving in and out; I don’t know. In the end, I stared at a situation (not a story, a situation) in front me involving: three friends (one 12 year old boy, one girl in her 20s, and one old homeless man), a small town, a river, troll dolls, dreams, and nightmares. Yeah right. I’m seeing Daniel Johnston this Friday. Galaga? Ehh? Speaking of, I downloaded a pretty shitty version of the arcade classic. The problem is that the fire button isn’t rapid fire. It stops and starts, which isn’t ORIGINAL Galaga. I hope he plays some of his newer stuff in addition to the usual “Casper The Friendly Ghost”. The Giants won, ya ya ya. I can’t wait for the Wild-Wings game tomorrow night. It should be a good one. Snowed today. Thick, fat flakes. I’m still waiting for the next Batman. Bat-Mite, Nanda Parabet, Joe Chill, Death? Wow. I might not caucus tomorrow. Wild game, long drive. And, to speak truth, I don’t mind Hilary or Obama. Who ever wins I’ll support by voting for he/she in the presidential race. For now, I’ll sit back and enjoy the broken blossoms. Almost done with Breakfast Of Champions.