When I get really old, I am going to be a random kicker. Just walk up to people and kick them in the shins if I think they are jerks. Like people who are rude to bodega owners and shopkeepers. Or people who throw litter. And definitely people who read Ayn Rand.

If all A are B,
and all A are C,
then some B are C.

Like, gag me with a smurf.

The show Heroes has hooked it's grimy little claws into me - I'm addicted, darn it all. So this is like, what, the tenth show I've gotten addicted to in the course of like, a season? I'm such a nutjob. Sigh.

I want to skate on treadmills like OK GO! I do realize, though, that as soon as I attempt anything of the sort on my own treadmill, I'm going to end up in the ER with a broken skull and two broken arms.

So I rented season 1 again of the show Monk. Is it ironic that somebody switched all the dvds around in Blockbuster? I felt insane reorganizing a show about an OCD Detective.