Ramblings, ignore this post.

Muah ha ha ha ha! I feel evil. This week has been sinfully sexcellent. Though I've actually committed no sins. Unless smoking a little p o t is a s i n. Which I don't think it is. Oh crap, and well, a little of the ol' one hand dance. I'm fairly sure that's a sin. If not, then the 12 year old boys I think about while I do it certainly make it a sin. If not even that, then well, that's fucked up.

Is anyone else as excited as I am for the new Johnny Cash movie?

Been listening to him non-stop all week in preparation for this event. Ok, not quite non-stop. Been listening to Fiona Apple too. Her old stuff. I don't know if the new stuff is any good. She's coming to town on the 22nd and I actually considered buying a ticket. I decided to pass, but damn, she's fucking good. I think her intro to Criminal is one of the best opening lines to any semi-recent song. "I've been a bad bad girl." The tone/volume/etc she uses for that line just immediately engages you, or I guess me. I won't go into the rest of my "insights" into Fiona Apple. I just think that line is on par with Kafka's opening line in the metamorphisis: "As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect." Or "vermin" or "bug" depending on the translation. That is one of my favorite opening lines in all of any literature, that I've read. Yes, I am comparing Fiona Apple to Franz Kafka. Wow. Maybe I do need a good slapping. How did I get from Cash to this? I'm going to end this now.