April showers

Pizza and Michel Gondry with Peter and Julie.
A lazy Sunday evening well spent.

Bad: nature versus nurture

If I could shuck my jack of all trades attitude and no longer be stifled from ever truly being great at something, I would be a vindictive asshole. I would be more than just good at it. My resentments would not stale. They would rot and congeal in the pit of my stomach like loaded ammunition with my vocal chords as the trigger.

I hate when people self diagnose, yet I can't help but attribute my disregard for other peoples' feelings as some kind of sadistic personality disorder instead of acknowledging the reality that I might just be an asshole. I don't think I am an asshole at the core of my being, but I wonder if maybe some people are just born not good or if bad people are made because I am starting to get the impression that I am just a really shitty person.

I need to watch The Bad Seed.

No. I need to stop procrastinating on homework.

"Because you're ugly."

Dubai aka Atlantis v2.0

It's settled! I'm moving to the future as soon as I can possibly gather the funds to book my flight. Dubai reminds me of the dramatic cityscapes of the cyberpunk genre: supercities graphically rendered with shoddy 1980's architecture software. Then again, until it is fully realized, that's exactly what it will continue to be. I predict that Dubai will be the backdrop of neo-cyberpunk works both literary and cinematic. It's the perfect dystopian wonderland. Lets just cross our fingers and hope this city isn't sunk into the Arabian Sea by its builders' hubris.