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Children of Men

Me & The Girl recently went to see this film. I… Have… No… Idea what the title is trying to convey. For some reason, I seem to be very slow at getting these types of things. Like, real slow at getting these types of things.

I liked the movie. It’s dark, and it’s depressing in a sense. But it’s ultra-realistic, and even though the idea of the movie isn’t necessarily set against the backdrop of war, there’s plenty of violence. Hell, even if you are against the premise of the movie, I think everyone should see it so that they can get a feel for how raw and undignified war and violence really are. Bullets care not who you are, they are completely indifferent at every step, in every direction. Basically, imagine someone you know and put their face on these bodies, then see how you feel about a War in Iraq. That does not benefit or safeguard you.

I have ideas about what really transpired. It’s too long and detailed to put here, plus I don’t want to have to put *spoiler alert* and ruin peoples experience. Go see it for yourself, then we can talk about the meaning of the movie. Maybe you can enlighten me. meh.



I’m Filthy
So it’s been what, a month with the Dyson? And I’ve cleaned and I’ve cleaned and I’ve cleaned, and every time I do, I pick up so much filth off the floor it amazes me. Not long ago, I I decided that after I had gone a pass over the carpet and picked up the “typical” amount, I would lather rinse and REPEAT the process, and see how much of what was in the “Typical” container-full was old, as in still there from our Kirby Days.

And I got almost nothin’. Meaning that this filth I have been pulling up weekly is now what we’re actually putting in the floor ourselves. Gross. I have no idea where this stuff comes from. My guess is the windows. And So Cal. This place is gross and I can’t wait to leave.

Spring can’t come soon enough.



Size DOES Matter
So if you pay attention, you’ll notice that the last couple of blogs have had a smaller type print. Why? Because, as I was reading through some of my old blogs, I noticed that the content was being unfairly condensed. Huh? Well, I was keeping some important sentences out, because the posts were looking long. But in reading them, I realized they really weren’t. And I figured that it had a lot to do with the size of the text I had chosen: 14pt. So now we’re moving right along with 12pt.

Oh, and I have a 9” rooster.

C’mon, you knew I couldn’t let that one go without some sly comment, right? Right?

Oh well. Peace.