Stagnation?

The last six months have been ecstasy for my muddle mind. I've gained a clarity where the world is not longer intimidating and my anxiety doesn't shut me down. I'm busy with playing rugby, volunteering at WORT, learning to cook, and planning to find a cheap flight to Amsterdam in February. Yes, Amsterdam is cold in February but a downright Caribbean heatwave compared to here.

Which reminds me a my favorite quote: "If you ever feel a sense of great of contentment, don't fret; it will pass." I don't know where it comes from, but it fits. I'm 35, so I'm creeping towards middle-age. Would I be happy married with kids? Sure. Would I be happy married without kids? Maybe. Would I be happy not being married? I don't know. Right now I'm perfectly happy on my own but the last five years have flown by, so whose to say the next five won't.

I definitely won't do anything for the hell of it, but sitting around my my thumb up my butt would make the choice for me. God knows I won't be a middle-age white guy sitting in front of his tv in the suburbs, watching the latest crap fest. But will I be happy by myself?

I don't know.

Random Babbling With Some Purpose

Those of you who have been (un)fortunate enough to be around me when caffeinated or, even more so, caffeinated and slightly drunk know my propensity to talk a mile a minute and switch from subject to subject. Although and I neither caffeinated nor drunk, I still have that mindset now.

Ye Be Warned.

So the past 3-4 months have been the most anxiety and self-doubt free months I've ever had. Strange really. I can't say anything really phases me anymore, at least not deeply. Such a vacation it has been.

If you want to catch a couple of movies, see District 9 and 500 Days of Summer. The former is a social commentary on racism & immigration. The main alien in it is the most humane CGI character that you'll ever see. Imagine Jar Jar Binks.... this alien redeems that. I didn't get too excited about the last third focusing on the main alien and main human, but that was more a personal preference of mine. It doesn't take away from the film at all in general. The second focuses on a brief romance or fling between two people. It roles through the light and fun of the start of a relationship to the bitter end, then resolve. There's a couple things the guy did that wasn't how I'd handle things, but it gave food for thought.

Ted Kennedy is dead. Next.

I'm working on a playlist called "Pornicopia". Yes, it will have one porn song in it, but mostly it's a collection of new music and some old that I've been listening to recently punctuated by audio of movies and such.

Rugby is going well and last night's practice burned my lungs. We're ultimately preparing for the international tournament in Minnesota next year. No broken rib, concussion, severed foot, or carotid artery will keep me from it.

Shaun moved out and into a new place with his girlfriend. It is strange to both Naida and me that he's not around. Tim has moved in a is a good presence. Unfortunately, his cat, Sophie, is very territorial and my cat is a complete wimp. We're working through the drama using gates and spray bottles.

Um, that's it.

Muddled Mess

I can't put a narrative my dreams last night, so here's the corporate solution: Bullet Points!

- I was talking to my maternal grandfather.
- Jake "the Snake" Roberts was wrestling Hulk Hogan. He pile drived him on some big cushion thing a few times, then on the regular mat. He got his snake out, too.
- Kids were all facinated by the snake and ran over there. Jake put the snake back in the carrying case and some little midget kit was in there with a helmet and a battle axe.
- There was some South Park episode to do with Star Wars.
- I was in a valley, trying to solve a murder. It was more like a game than an investigation. I caught the murderer because she gave me an improbable travel time.
- A gun fight broke out between (I think) mercenaries and hunters. I had to slide down some mud into Chicago (all twenty square feet of it). I learned that 3 million of Chicago's residents lived on a boat in the lake.

So there you have it.

Sixty-Four Years

Sixty-four years ago, my country unleashed a new weapon upon Hiroshima. This was in addition to the fire bombing of Japan that the army had carried forth. There's a reason that all Japanese cities are made of new buildings. The fire bombing caused more carnage and disaster than the two hydrogen bombs did.

The difference is that the development of nuclear weapons changed the nature of what Theodore Roosevelt called "the big stick". With North Korea, Iran, Pakistan, Burma, and India all getting or developing nuclear weapons and many more having large stock piles, the world has an uneasy truce.

So I hope what Obama and the Hiroshima mayor wants, does happen.

Uh, Yeah

Gein's Revival

Yep, something in the beer in this state:

LANCASTER, Wis. (AP) -- An attorney for a 23-year-old man accused of trying to dig up a dead woman in Cassville to have sex with her says his client only wanted to wanted to pose her in a "non-sexual way."

In opening statements, defense attorney Suzanne Edwards described Nicholas Grunke as a shy virgin who longed to have a girlfriend. When a 20-year-old woman died in a 2006 motorcycle crash, Edwards says Grunke wanted to "set up a little fairy-tale scenario."

Grunke is accused of attempted third-degree sexual assault, attempted criminal damage to a cemetery and attempted misdemeanor theft.

Prosecutor Tony Pozorski argued that Grunke intended to have sex with the body.

Pozorski argued that Grunke, his twin brother Alexander, and friend Dustin Radke were involved in the alleged scheme. The prosecutor says a van found near the scene contained shovels, a wrecking bar and a box of condoms.

Pop! Goes the Fetishist

Some people have interesting desires:

A Duluth man with a history of burglary to satisfy a self-professed sexual fetish for slashing large rubber exercise balls has been at it again, according to a complaint made public on Thursday.

I guess he was going for the double pop:

Court documents in the earlier cases indicate that Bjerkness told Duluth police he slashed the rubber balls to satisfy a sexual urge. He said he popped some of them with his hands. Experts in the field said that Bjerkness has a fetish or unusual attraction to inflatable exercise devices.