I hate pretentious poetry, but this really happened a few minutes ago and this is what ran through my head, so here it is.

Dammit. I stepped on a snail today.
He didn't do anything wrong.
I had nothing against him.
I never even noticed him until he was dead.

If I had seen him,
if I was paying attention,
I would have stopped.

But I didn't, and his feeble armor
was pulverized by my weight.
And his brief existence
came to an end beneath my shoe.

Is that what it means to be mortal?
Is this how God feels when he steps on a man?

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God made mud.
God got lonesome.
So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!"
"See all I've made," said God, "the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars."
And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around.
Lucky me, lucky mud.
I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done.
Nice going, God.
Nobody but you could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have.
I feel very unimportant compared to You.
The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around.
I got so much, and most mud got so little.
Thank you for the honor!
Now mud lies down again and goes to sleep.
What memories for mud to have!
What interesting other kinds of sitting-up mud I met!
I loved everything I saw!
Good night.
I will go to heaven now.
I can hardly wait...
To find out for certain what my wampeter was...
And who was in my karass...
And all the good things our karass did for you.

Rest in peace, Kurt Vonnegut.


Today is the sixth anniversary of this blog. This is my 258th post.
As I've been concentrating most of my recent efforts on getting Rantbox off the ground, I thought I would step back and take the time to lay out my plans.

Rantbox is decked out with all the latest blogging tools, and I am focusing the content on a few categories of general interest such as filmmaking, technology, and law. I will keep this blog, my personal blog, in operation as a place to put up whatever comes to my mind that would be out of place on a blog intended for general readership. I would like to use this blog as more of a personal and creative outlet.

Here are some of things I will continue to post here:

  1. Poetry, as always.

  2. Excerpts from my Dream log. I've only just started keeping a Dream log and I think I can pull out some interesting stuff.

  3. Updates on personal film projects. I will also keep posting Catman do news to the Catman do Blog.

  4. Anything else that I deem too personal for Rantbox.

So, think of this blog as my metaphorical right brain, and Rantbox as my left.

Six years is a long time, and I've changed a lot since I began. (I was twelve years old when I started this blog!) Not everything I write here is particularily significant or insightful, but it forms a series of snapshots of the interests and concerns that were at the front of my mind. I hope to continue this practice in the coming years. In some ways, I see this blog as a collection of small fragments of my life and the time in which I was living. It's not much, but at its best it can become a window into a time that has since passed.


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