The power just went out in Warner-Robins, Georgia and so the Internet is now not functioning in the place where our fellow i-chatter is now located. Lights back on. Well, that was exciting. See what passes for excitement here – pathetic. Oh well. Watched Breaking Bad tonight – episode 4 – and I really wish this show had been on for a couple of seasons so I could watch one after another on DVD. It looks like Walt will be having chemotherapy and cooking more crystal meth. In the preview, Jesse was complaining that it wasn’t as clear as the first batch. Perhaps this is because Walt does not want to have his meth be the same all the time so the cops won’t think it is from the one source. Or maybe I am wrong.

Last night I tuned into AMC and started watching Letters from Iwo Jima – so far, so good – then I remembered why I had not seen it before – it is in Japanese with English subtitles all the way through the movie. I read well and fast, but shoot, it’s a pain in the neck to have to flick your eyes off the actors to read what they are saying for around two hours. Look somewhere else, blink, realize the subtitle is obscured by the scenery in the film and it is all over. I didn’t make it for the two hours; I fell asleep and woke un during the encore presentation. I turned the TV off.

Would it be such a crime to have the dialogue dubbed in – or at least read as in narration? Mr. Eastwood, sayonara.

I think writing thoughts down, just not thinking them, is a good exercise for your brain. At the very least it can be an indicator of mental decline: Whoa, this sentence makes no sense; AmeliaJake is losing it. Of course, you yourself have to notice this if no one reads the damn blog. But that’s another plus for writing; nobody reads this stuff but it looks okay in a nice template and kind of makes you feel that you have done something.

Ideally, you should only write when you have something worth expressing. However, it is fun to see the little posts pop up on the computer screen, so you write about something – anything. That doesn’t make it interesting, but it does make your mind scramble around. This wouldn’t be a problem if something happened everyday to you that people might be curious about: falling off a roof, meeting a wolf, getting your foot caught in a register, meeting the Queen. But here you are in your dull life and so you just get your kicks from putting a noun and a verb together with an adjective and, if you are daring, an adverb. That’s okay. Nobody reads this stuff.