A lot to talk about, not much to say.
That's how I feel about life lately, and it's really hard to describe why. There's a whole bunch going on--wedding plans are moving along, work, politics, current events, and just plain old stuff that I keep thinking I might want to write about at some point, but none of it ever finds a voice.
For some of that, it's easy. I don't like to talk about politics, because even though I probably *do* have an opinion, it's not something I feel comfortable holding up to debate. Sure, I have a lot to say about Roe wanting to overturn the Roe v. Wade decision, but how coherently can I say what I mean? And how well can I defend what I say, since ALL of it would be based on how I personally feel about this stuff?
Same thing with Iraq, and how I feel about people calling Bush 'The Shrub,' and comparing him to Hitler, all that stuff. I have opinions...but they're exactly that. *Opinions*. I'll be the first to admit that they're not terribly informed, and I guess the real travesty, to a lot of people, is that I don't care about changing that. The easiest way for me to answer that is to say that my life is a lot simpler and a lot easier, not worrying about that.
(Ah-ha! Here is how to fool the brain into writing! Trick it, say you have nothing to talk about, and just type!)
Anyway, that post was started almost two weeks ago, and it never ended up in the blog. Life is still moving along at the same pace...which is both good and bad, in equal measure. Good that I don't have anything to complain about, bad because it makes me realize just how boring a person I really am. :)
My birthday's coming up this week, and I've already had a couple of people ask me how I feel about that--it'll be my 30th. Here's the thing: I don't, really. To me, it's just another year, just another number. It's not something I use to define myself. When I was a kid, I always acted older than my age...people were assuming that I was in my thirties by the time I was eighteen. I guess it's about time that my chronological age finally catch up to the way I have sometimes presented myself.
Oh, and before you ask, I really don't have much of an idea what I want. My mom's sending me something, but I don't know what that is. For the truly curious and persistent, I have a wish list at Amazon.com. Some of that stuff isn't out yet, some of it's unavailable, but...anyway. I don't post that because I'm expecting gifts--I'm not. I hate posting stuff like this, because I always feel really awkward about it. I just know that at least one person has asked Brett what I want for my birthday, and I don't think *he* knows, either, so...here you go. :)
Other random comments:
Diablo 2 is evil.
Matrix Reloaded...wow. We saw that today, and man. Such a pungent pile of shit that I had to smell my clothes when I left, to make sure the stink didn't follow me. My opinion, of course, but I am so thoroughly unimpressed. I have to see the last one, if only to resolve the storyline, but I won't see it in the theater, nor will I buy either of them.
Saw some trailers for some movies that I'm looking forward to: Radio, with Cuba Gooding Jr. and Ed Harris. Veronica Guerin with Cate Blanchett. Ooh, and we saw the Boob Raider preview, along with Terminator 3 and Pirates of the Caribbean. I still have yet to see some movies that I'd *like* to see, but we're getting there, slowly.
And...that's about it. :)