Pen to Paper

I realized something this afternoon.

I’m laughing more than I was a year or two ago. I used to do this quiet chuckle, but more and more lately I’ve noticed that I’m full on laughing.

I like that.

A pop occult take on Terminator 2.

Trigun meets Michael Bay’s Children of Men.

Monty Python meets… something. I don’t know.

Watching Youth in Revolt tonight, I had a thought. You know how whenever you see police putting someone in the back of a squad car on TV or in movies, they guide the back of the suspects head so that they don’t hit it on the door? That way they can’t be accused of brutality or negligence or whatever.

I got to thinking that if I’m ever being put in the back of a car, and I have enough presence of mind, I should go ahead and head-butt the roof of the car. Just for spite.