September 25, 2004

  • Today, I will move slowly. I won't have a choice. I went to sleep on the couch while watching 'Russian Ark,' and woke up three hours later, unable to get back to sleep. Since then, I've been moving around the house like molasses on a cold morning.

    Last night, before 'Russian Ark,' I watched Margaret Cho's 'Revolution' show. Her comedy is all about what naturally comes out of the mouth of someone who is 'difficult.' Like she says in her act: She goes there, despite social convention. I think her act isn't an act, and this is just her. If she were to come over for BBQ, she'd say shit like this.

    Which is great. She manages to, for instance, tie women's media-fed negative self-image to an all-persimmon diet she was on in order to look slimmer, to an episode of pooping in her pants while driving around. Funny as hell, and just enough preachy spin (and self-deprecating self-defecation).

    But meanwhile, I'm bleary-eyed and unable to fully wake up or go to sleep. Sometimes when I'm in a state like this, I feel as though I'm in solidarity with the rest of you Earth humans. From the look of things, many of you out there are wandering around like zombies, even after coffee, so moments like this are a rare glimpse into the inner workings of the typical mind.

    He said. Har.