Had a small existential crisis / meltdown last night about my job and its pointlessness and the shouldn't-have-been-surprising and very disappointing behavior of a colleague who significantly impacts my day-to-day and potentially my career, started spitballing ideas about what's next, have some exciting ideas. Underscored by today's discovery that this total Goofy Parker I used to know, with whom I had some shocking but hilarious and juvenile (on his part only, natch), er, adventures?, is now a revered authority in his field, a NY Times bestselling author and regularly featured/interviewed on the news, talk shows, etc. I look at his face and he is clearly the same person, only now with disappointingly corporate hair, and for all his fancy grown-up knowledge and expertise all I see is those crazy shenanigans and it is truly literally mentally difficult even to pay enough attention to what he's saying to understand him, let alone take anything he says seriously, through the fog of my memory of the things he did/what he was like back then. Gives me a faint idea of how parents must feel about their adult children and how often they must giggle inwardly at their pomp. Anyway, to return to my original point, I look at people like my brother, and him, and they so directly help so many people all the time, every day, and I want to do that. I do in other ways, outside of work, but those feel kinda like a relative cop-out...

Tickled pink as always to see someone play an unwonted position: George casually punching his teeny glove, acting all "oh, yeah, this? Old hat" at first. Hee

Yup of course I've got Matrix on PIP/swap during commercials. To continue my thoughts of the other day, Keanu cannot even believably drink a glass of water, the poor dear. But so pretty.