"The violence is as hard as the women are beautiful and when it comes time for the naked knife-fights - look out!" - from the Amazon page for the Pinky Violence Collection

Sometimes I draw diagrams of my entire life. Sometimes I do. Sometimes I use a white board. Sometimes I can do it all in my head. Today it was post-it notes on my PC monitor, and now those post-its are in my notebook in a condensed-but-still-coherent facimile of the original format. This is what my recent work experiences have taught me is a Heavy, Heavy Green Response to stress. I think the problem is that as I roll along, I accrete miscellaneous tasks that I keep doing and doing and doing and then sometimes their general unconnectedness just throws me for an anxious loop and I need to stop, step back, and look at the structure again. God my life is so much like screenwriting it's actually nauseating.

When the Show Tent Came to My Town was all right but not as good as the movies yesterday. Japanese boys are fucking hilarious in those tiny little athletic shorts. The only thing the flick made me realize is that I am really, really bad at picking up on obvious plot twists. This movie had a new girl arrive at a prep school, who just happened to arrive at the same time as a local carnival, and yet when they reveal in the final reel that SHE'S THE WOLF GIRL!!, I actually hadn't seen it coming. What is wrong with me? Have I not seen enough movies yet to know that the new kid is always the wolf girl??

Hey there's an official site for Penelope! And a pretty lousy trailer.

Actually looking very much forward to Drive tonight, and I've got a wicked dragon roll craving on right now so I'd better get to that.