I’m spent

I could post ebuliently about the great evening I had with a new friend.

I could post about baseball, the Padres, and the passion of the Bhagwan.

I could post about allergy season, and the resultant, near absolute pain I’m in most every day.

But I can’t. Not after the craptastic, craptacular, crapfest that I saw at 11:15 yesterday morning, at the Pacific Place theaters, upstairs, theater 8.

It is now the Movie That Shall Not Be Named. I’ve made my PG comment about it on Wolfgang’s space. If I let myself, I’m likely to write for hours on this subject. But to do so instills not an irrational fervor, but instead a very rational fear in me.

And Fear leads to Anger
And Anger leads to pain
And pain leads to suffering
Which is the path to the Dark Side.

And….Only Sith deal in absolutes.

George, there’s a very old, and very important rule in writing. Show it to someone else first. Someone who will tell you no.

But don’t come sell crazy around here. I’m full up.

Prick.