more journal

In keeping with my effort to make this a bit more reflective and in-depth rather than having a "Today I Went Shopping, It Was Fun" journal, I have not added an entry for nearly a week. This is because in the last week I have not had many opportunities to be either reflective or in-depth. Continued battles with the multitude of viruses that appear to have taken hold of my laptop have also been a bit of a drag too. I tell you if I had as many worms as this Toshiba I'd be in serious trouble. I often marvel at the efficiency of this Japanese technology, both for its processing power and the number of other computers it must be having sex with in order to become so debilitatingly riddled with TCP/IP bourne ailments.One recent experience perhaps worthy of a little cogitation (or not) was seeing the appalling 'Life as a House'. Returning the tape to Blockbuster, I was overcome with confusion as to exactly what sort of journey Sam (Hayden Christensen) took during this plot (that was, at once, contrived yet derivative) but obviously I was not nearly as baffled as whoever wrote the fucking thing. I have not in my time encountered any seventeen year old who is paid for sex with middle-aged men found by their classmate pimp (who fucks his female best friend's mother), has forty-eight piercings and blue hair who then takes a shower (literally) and appears immediately sans-piercings and claiming to be straight all along...but then I must have had a sheltered upbringing. Oh, and he helps his dad build a house as well. Fabbo.