"Moon" was a great movie, even My Mom Thinks I'm Funny enjoyed it.

Tonight, on my way home, I found myself and some friends walking behind a sizable group of hooligans. You know the type: loud ("...as a motorbike, wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight"), crass, obnoxious, rude, and generally unfriendly people, far too caught up in their own hive-minded arrogance to be of any use to anybody, at least for the night. At one point, they stopped to yell obscenities at some girls and verbally abuse a hipster with a skateboard. As we passed them, they took his skateboard and threw it into the street. We followed in front of them for a block, and just as we crossed the street, they were apprehended by two cops waiting for them around the corner.

Thank you universe, turns out you do play by the rules sometimes.

My very basic belief in life is that it works on a simple feedback-control system. You do bad things, bad things happen to you; you do good things, and good things happen (or at least, bad things don't happen to you. As much.).

Sometimes, I think we loose track of that. I mean, aside from being (unhappily) single, life's been fairly good to me, I suppose. Here's to hoping that the universe will fix that problem once I've got the rest of this stuff figured out.

Pug Party

In the spirit of the dog that milked a goat, here is a dog (possible the same dog!?!?!?) pushing a "baby" in a stroller.