12 monkeys is on tv. i’ve seen it before of course but it’s still entertaining. when i was younger, i was fascinated with the thought that maybe i was insane and didn’t even know it, because my entire interaction with the world would be filtered through my insanity and would seem to make sense to me, the insane person. later that sort of got transferred to the classic cartesian dilemma - what if everything i think is real is not, in fact, real. how can you determine what is true and what is false? decartes used the example of an evil demon making you believe only in lies, but it could be anything - the matrix’s premise is another example. so anyway. movies with that theme sort of appeal to me, and plus brad pitt makes an obscurely appealing lunatic. i never did understand why the plural of the word monkey isn’t ‘monkies’, however.

i was going to go to batcave tonight, but i’m just not up for it i don’t think. too expensive, too crowded, too much of a pain to get all dressed up and make the trek into manhattan. i have some work to get done on my dad’s site and on pa. so i think i’ll hole up and talk to killfile and such and whatnot. ta.

i am insane, and you are my insanity.