Last night my iCal said this: "Dinner with Kate - bring guns." But no, it all worked out fine. I didn't have to murder her at all! In fact a lot of things that have been left undealt with for far too long (hey check that out, I made up a word and used it in a sentence at the same time!) got brought out and sorted out and put away. So that's... well that's just solid, is what that is. The wheel never stops turning.

I can't tell you how good it feels to be walking around in pants that aren't so oversized that they're hanging down to my ballsack right now. It's like a whole new me.... in pants.

My telly sources inform me that Star Trek: The Next Generation premiered a mighty 20 years ago today... two thirds of my life. That's just goddamned insane. If you want to go back and read some really, really bad writing on the subject, I reviewed the whole show back in '02 when the DVDs came out, starting here. But otherwise there's little to say beyond the obvious fact that this series, probably more than any other, turned me into who I am. Not a direct line, certainly, but for formation of the psyche you can't do much better than being the television obsession of a 14-year-old boy. Besides, remember Data with that beard that one time? That was crazy.

OK, the number of lower-than-z-grade acquaintances, i.e. people I maybe met once, who are seeking my friendship on Facebook are making me feel like a very rare baseball card that everyone wants to collect just to say that they have it. Only in my case, the gum is apathy.

I'm hoodied up, very focused, and calm.