Feburary Is Unconcerned.

So, while my computer does some math I thought it was a good time to restart this crappy blog.

I've started and stopped this word-toilet, probably two or three times now, and I'm still not sure why I continue to hack at this poor, dismembered, ill considered, dead horse of a blog.

Yesterday two of my co-workers came up with a movie concept and decided to pick everyone's brains for story ideas. I liked where they were going with it so I dropped a few things past them. For the most part they seemed receptive and that was that. Making a movie seems like a good idea.

...uh, I just re-read what I wrote and I've concluded that I sound like a retard. I suppose that's just something I'm going to have to live with. I type...and think like a retard, which I believe is the definition of being a full fledged handicapped person. Hurray, what a breakthrough.

My blog has not direction. This feels like I'm talking to myself but less fulfilling cause I have to slowly type out all of my words and re-type to correct errors. The worst part is that now it's plainly obvious to anyone that reads this that I have only the vaguest sense of grammar and much worse handle on the English language. Oh, and this is fun. I love the little red line that the blog program includes when you fuck up a word. The only problem is that, say for the word "english", I have to sit and ponder the nature of my mistake. "Hmmm, what's wrong with this word?" I type out variations of the offending word regardless of how confident I am that that permutaion is wrong. I do this all in the vain hope that the line will disappear but that stupid line remains. Inevitably this cat-and-mouse game begins to bore me so I opt for the Deus Ex Machina of dictionary.com. The mystery reveals it self as: English, with a capital "E". Yeah, that's efficient.

Being a newly diagnosed retard I'm confident that I'll fail to learn this lesson which dooms me to a future of frustrating troubles with English.

Tonight I have the choice of hanging out with Ad-X, Haily and Haily's step-sister or spend a quiet evening with the Cavelluci's. I have two more hours to decide. Well, I know what my next post will be.