my name is whatsit

say what you like: i like Jason Lee. judging by his work, i would have to say he was probably heading more or less in that direction anyway; still, i have to say it: Kevin Smith helped raise a monster. but somehow i could never get into My Name is Earl. that was back home.

here, where i've fallen pell-mell (a word i don't think i've ever used before but thought i'd try out) into the mass hysteria that is AI, i've found the show provides a nice garnish to my weekly mindless-media diet, something i look forward in the thin drowsy space of week-ends.

which was all fine, until i remembered i'd said this.

Wouldest thou lose thyself and catch no harm,
And find thyself again without a charm?

Bunyan, Pilgrim's Progress

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what the hell was i thinking? i tell you before you have the chance to say it, before you even realize that's what you were thinking. perhaps, now that i've said it, you never will.

what i don't tell you is that i ask myself the same question everyday, and what i mean is not necessarily what you have in mind.

what the hell was i thinking? i tell myself everyday. of what i did, of what i do. even, i suppose, of what i say.