Bowling for Columbine

‘Haven’t had so much fun since Roger & me. I feel sick. Beyond the obligatory shame, I retain a fading nostalgia for my teens. I’ve long lost any shock value the Anarchist’s Cookbook once held. I take too much for granted. Good for Michael Moore. Good for all of us.
A quick note: I was thoroughly disheartened when I read the Christian Science Monitor’s review, which was so impressed with Marilyn Manson’s articulations. What were they expecting?
Also, (and most appropriately) I saw Mr. Scott at the O.P. tonight–from the usual distance. What a trip.
Anyway, it was good to talk to Kellee this morning. Mostly, we outlined, traced and compared notes on Mom’s history of letter-bombing–which is just where I’m at right now. I’m really glad that she listened. I hope she has a better idea of where I’m at. She’s always loving, even if from the distance.
Back to matters at hand: MT is all out of the box at this point. I spent plenty of time scrutinizing and configuring ch’mod permissions and paths. In addition to these special little moments, I’m riding on about 4 hours of sleep right now. (Big surprise.) I’ll initiate the retool tomorrow.
Holy shit. I’ve just learned that my morning’s DNS update request has already been facilitated.
It begins.