Billy and the Boingers

I think I smell. What other explanation could there be? You see, recently I've tried to organize a weekly Lost party at my house only to have one person show up on a regular basis. Now, it's not like I don't really really appreciate that person coming to my house - I really do. It's just that I had envisioned more than one person coming over. Somehow though, it seems like you need more than one guest to have a party.

So then, just earlier this week, I tried to organize a trip to a local Indian/Pakistani restaurant for dinner, but everyone bailed. Sure, it's been rescheduled, but come on. Seriously. This is getting ridiculous.

Of course, I came to the only logical conclusion: I smell. I can't smell me, but apparently I smell. Isn't that true? You can't smell your own scent? Your musk? I'm not sure what a musk is, but I must have it. What other reason could there be for people to continually ditch me? There isn't one.

With the moon on their wings

Things that Jeff has cared about recently:

• Wong Kar-Wai
  I've recently watched Chungking Express, Happy Together, In the Mood for Love and 2046. There's such a pervasive sadness to Wong Kar-Wai's movies. Even when people are happy, there's this sort of cloud of impending doom hovering over each scene that makes it nearly impossible to feel hopeful for the characters. I think he must have lost someone or something early on and that's why he makes film after film the deals with the loss of someone close or the inadequacies of human affection.


• The Giants making a seemingly impossible break for the postseason.
  They're currently six games behind the division leading Padres and as fate would have it, they have six games to play against them before the season ends. Plus, you know, I don't know if you've heard, but uhhh... Barry's back.


• Jen
  But I always care about her. It's funny. When people ask me why I don't have a cell phone I tell them it's because I'm eaither at work or at home, but that's an exaggeration. What isn't an exaggeration is that if I'm not at home or at work, I'm with Jen. And she has a cell phone. Is that sad? I guess not, huh? It should be viewed as true love, right? That I'm always with my fiancée when not at work. I mean, I don't necessarily want to spend every waking second with her, because, oh my G-d that would drive me nuts, but I really am happiest when I'm with her and that means something, right?


• Speaking of inadequacies
  I can't really talk a lot about this subject, but suffice it to say that I get somewhat emotional when watching our national news these days. That's if I can actually bear the news for more than five minutes. I don't know how much my donation will help, but I know that I tried to do something, which seems to be a hell of a lot more than what some people were willing to do.

Hope y'all are doing fine.