Clareified

Saw this on Saturday:

Who comes up with this stuff and why isn’t it me and why am I not being paid obscene amounts of money to do it?

I’ve actually been posting pictures more regularly.
Like this one:

Poor thing, no one told her that she wasn’t wearing clothes.

Heroes returns TODAY! I, like the retarded geek loser that I am, have been chilling on the official Heroes myspace page all morning.

I wanted to steal the countdown clock, but it wouldn’t let me.

Oh well…hopefully Audrey dies on 24 tonight because it’ll take a pretty spectacular 24 to not mightily pale in comparison.

Oh, and what’s that Nickelback song playing in the promos…I should buy one of their albums one day, I always like their songs.

Me: Two dinners are better than one, no? I know I’m no good at math, but that seems right.
Karol: Better is the key word. Two is certainly more than one.

but Castro lives!!! HOOWWWW?????

Congresswoman Millender-McDonald dies.

Chugarte wonders if the Governator will appoint a Republican to the seat.

Oh, Ros…nine years on a hit sitcom and now, this? What’s that about the mighty?

THIS is a is Anti-Christian.

Happy Holidays.

That “remember whens are the lowest form of conversation” really stuck with me. Even after I went to bed for my “first sleep of the night” and woke up again in the middle of the night, it was the first thing that I thought of. And well, it took all of a minute of thinking to hit upon exactly why.
I was taking pictures last night at a party, when right in the middle of a birthday video I was making, my digital camera flashed a “memory card full,” alert, before shutting down. I then spent the next half hour on a sticky couch in the back of a dark bar deleting pictures from 2006. That was then followed by my DVR telling me that it couldn’t tape tonight’s Desperate Housewives because it was out of space. Twenty minutes of deleting old episodes of the long canceled “Malcolm in the Middle,” and I still hadn’t accepted that I have a problem.
That’s right. Tony Soprano is my Dr. Melfi.
I have a pretty good memory. I figure it’s some combination of my undiagnosed OCD which tends to replay things I hear and see repeatedly in my head and my penchant for writing down all the minutiae of my life in some form other and saving everything under the sun.
But lately, I’ve started to wonder whether all this memory is healthy.
Did I really spend my week printing out emails? From 1999?
Seriously?
Yes. Yes. I did.
No one life needs this many memories. Especially for a young, hip 27-year-old.
Time to put the past behind and make room for the memories to come.
And so it goes.
All of it.
Ok.
Most of it. I’m not crazy.
Well, not completely crazy.

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