This is the way

I've gone through some of my old entries and moved a lot of them to private, purely based on random whim--not that I've actually used this journal that often. Also, random observations-- I really like run on sentences, probably because I think in one long run on sentence (who doesn't, really). Also, I really am fond of parenthesis, but I was well aware of that fact. Interesting, although not surprising, that I write utterly in a different way here than I do anywhere else. Ah, the benefit of tossing all your grammatical sensibilities and singing really loudly and tunelessly to drown out that inner critic that otherwise follows you around like a nagging husband.

It's amusing to look back over the sporadic entries and realize that past indignation at the state of the world is nothing compared to current depression. We're all going to die, of course, but are we going to take civilization, not to mention the planet (hello hurricanes, I'm sure you're all purely natural phenomena) with us? I think that many people with political power seem to want to do precisely that. A kind of if I have go down, so does everyone/everything else mentality? How very macho. Either that or they are just (also) bat shit crazy. No one could possibly be so purely stupid[?] Maybe that's just wistful thinking, as I'd rather have the end of the world result from crazy evil madmen than from pure stupidity. But that's just me--I like the bang, not the whimper.

Have to work this weekend. Blah. Should be working right now. Huh. Make me.