"I don't want to live on this planet anymore."

Sometimes I feel like Professor Farnsworth.
"I don't want to live on this planet anymore."

I've got friends online who are conservative who are receiving death threats just because they're conservative, even though they support various social issues that have been labeled liberal. People ask if if I'm liberal, because I "seem so liberal." I say no, I am not liberal, nor am I conservative. I have views that are liberal and views that are conservative, but I do not support either party, because people on both sides terrify me for various reasons. Sometimes for the same reasons. I'm terrified of humanity right now. People on every part of the political spectrum are tearing each other apart just for having opinions, attacking straw men, launching ad hominem attacks, and I don't even know what to say. I don't think anything I say will matter anyway.

Salt lamps are pretty

My head hasn't stopped hurting, even with Flexeril, stretching, a neck massage from Adam, and finding things to laugh about. I'm so tired.

I'm watching the "Clash Of The Titans" remake for the second time. I missed the first twenty minutes again, but I don't know if that matters. Anyway, Cleolinda was right. This movie is bizarre. They took so many creative liberties with Greek mythology that "creative liberties" now feels dirty. I'm going to pretend that this is a pretty, silly, crazy action movie that randomly leafed through a CliffsNotes On Greek Mythology booklet while drunk and stoned and then decided to see how many famous actors could be crammed in. I don't know why they want to do a sequel.

Adam came home with a Himalayan crystal salt lamp. It was five dollars at the Ride Aid in Dupont Circle. I always wanted a Himalayan salt lamp. This one is awesome and heavy, and is sitting in the bedroom glowing happily.