argument i had with my conscience this morning.

my conscience takes the form of jeannie from hair.

Conscience: i can't believe you're doing this. you're letting the system get to you. you are willingly thinking like a robot.
Me: school is supposed to teach you how to think like a robot, so when you get a job that requires that, youll know what to do.
Conscience: so thats what you want? you want to rot away in some mind-numbing job your whole life?
Me: no, i want to be able to change the world somehow.
Conscience: you cant fix the system by participating in it.
Me: yes, you can. look at harvey milk.
Me: ok, bad example.
Me: but still. its easier to fix things if you know how. you cant fix anything by sitting around doing nothing.
Conscience: being happy is not nothing.
Me: saying that its ok to sit and be happy while other people are suffering is just selfish.
Conscience: there is no hope for you, straight kid.

thank you, mr cat

“Be Who You Are and Say What You Feel Because Those Who Mind Don't Matter and Those Who Matter Don't Mind.”
somehow, i cant help thinking that this snow day is no coincidence. i cannot help but think that somehow, The Great Cat planned this, that he wanted this to be a day for the children to play. mr. seuss wanted his birthday to be a time of celebration, not a blue monday. i like to think that if we look hard enough, we can find rings of pink in the snow, and thing 1 and thing 2 throwing snowballs at each other. this is a magical day.

thank you lola for the information that today is his birthday.

thank you, edward scissorhands

and the deliciousness of the flakes of ice cascaded down from the smooth white sky. and i prayed to the mother in thanks and she prayed to me in the beauty of winter...

schnee 雪 снежок nieve 눈 hó salju sne neige

my little bro's post

my favorite best friend is ben 10

it was a lousy TV, but it made a lovely breakfast.

what if you were cruising down the Free Way in an indigo car at -90 miles per hour and you ran into a beam of light?