I want something else. To get me through this. Life. Baby.

After returning my rental car to Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport (the Jackson part was added (see October 2003) to honor Mayor Maynard Jackson, who's dead now and was also the first black mayor of any southern city ever.), I took MARTA to Arts Center, and imbetween the College Park and East Point stops I saw this ad:

There are just too many variables involved in a scenario where a person is geeked in a dirty bathroom losing their virginity for it to be presented as such an unequivocally negative experience. It's like these guys were like, "OK, time to make a decision! What's more important? (1) Perpetuating creepy ideas about the impossible magic and romance of losing one's virginity (Which I believe is the scenario that this ad is trying to offer as the alternative to getting fucked while bent over a toilet bowl (Sounds pretty hot, right?). I could be wrong though. I have been before.) or (2) Making a flashy ad that does little other than trigger former meth-users and terrify children in an effort to aid in harm reduction?" EASY! FLASHY IDEAL-COMPROMISING AD WINS!

I mean, it just seems kind of counter productive. Unfortunately, I'm plagued with an impulse to assign almost everything with the same level of importance, and therefore, am deeply disappointed by this anti-drug effort which uses humiliation of other non-drug related deviations to nonsensically associate the perverted with mortally unhealthy.

So, like, am I supposed to think I'm not gonna look super hot smoking meth out of a broken light bulb at the Texaco station before I go to the punk show? I mean SERIOUSLY! THIS PHOTOGRAPHY IS GORGEOUS! It doesn't even make me think about drugs at all, it just makes me wonder which advertising agency is responsible for the aesthetic and which one of my friends they ripped off to achieve it.

In conclusion:
DRUGS ARE NOT THE ANSWER, BUT POOPY GROSS PUBLIC BATHROOM SEX MIGHT BE.

There have been a bunch of commercials on TV for it too. The organization responsible for this anti-meth campaign is called The Georgia Meth Project. You can see more of these crazy intense ads on their website. I highly recommend it. No pun intended.

all the library hauls so far

join us in our quest to gain knowledge fashionably!

if...

if we must assume that everyone is on MDMA on UK's SKINS, then we must also assume that LA ROUX is the most pleasurable music to listen to at this very moment in SAN FRANCISCO.

Sara Biegelsen's Directorial Debut!



...and BP's oil spill from space!

the great equalizer

I believe that Leonardo DiCaprio is one of the best criers ever.



Maybe that's why I woke up this morning from a terrible nightmare during which my son (played by Leonardo DiCaprio) had been quite obviously fatally wounded by what I assume to be a nuclear explosion. Half of the skin from his torso had been melted off, exposing his ribs and intestines. He was screaming, "Why does it have to hurt so bad? Why does it hurt so bad?" I held him while a doctor poured isopropyl alcohol onto his insides.

When I woke up from the dream, I felt like I'd had an inappropriate sex dream, not that I'd dreamed that a close family member had become a victim of war. Looking back now, I'm pleased to have experienced an enjoyable sensation, but disturbed by how little I was affected by the gore my unconscious so graphically depicted.

Anyways, since this dream had an erotic rather than a fearful/sorrowful effect, I stood a fair chance to have felt pleasantly introspective, enjoying my thoughts and the lovely weather, seeing brighter colors than usual... That is, if I hadn't also woken up with a huge and painful infection in my mouth.

I'll be visiting the Urgent Care area of SFGH tonight or tomorrow, as this infection seems worse than others and no one seems to think it's funny when I say, "Haha! I'm thinking of going septic." Which I guess makes sense once I think about it. I'm terrified that I'll wake up with a an abscess in my brain tomorrow.