AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

8/28/10

dear (______):

Dear Matt LeBlanc,

You were pretty fucking awesome in the Lost in Space remake (still one of my top five favorite Sci-Fi adventure flicks of all time plus the soundtrack killed too). I’m sorry things didn’t blow up for you over the years. Of all the Friends cast members you deserved a lot more than what you got. I know you know Jennifer Aniston is fucking over rated. Just wanted you to know that you’re not the only one who knows she’ll eventually go the way of Sarah Jessica Parker and be prominently featured in family guy skits about cuckolds, frigid vaginas, and bald tires. Lost in Space > her collective body of work. Just wanted to say thanks for the memories, dude.
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