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Strange Days

I’ve got a lot of stuff floating around in my head at the moment, and I’m not likely to get the time to sort it out in the near future.  I’ve got a big project going at work (more on that later) and there seems to be a continuing series of things popping up to impede my efforts to finish it.  (OK, I’m stalling, and not terribly graciously or creatively, at that.)

The Head Rat had a couple of projects for me yesterday.  I spent an hour at the Farmer’s Market.  Given how hot it’s been here, the tomatoes are still surprisingly good.  I also spent a few hours cleaning out the DVR.  One of the nice things about having a DVR with a large hard drive is that you can record a lot of programs you wouldn’t ordinarily get a chance to watch.  The downside of 200 hours of recording time is that you end up recording a lot of crap.  I got rid of quite a bit of it yesterday.

One of the ideas floating around in my head is developing out of a conversation I had with Rat Jr. yesterday.  Let me preface this by saying that I don’t do horror movies.  I have a hyperactive imagination and don’t sleep well as it is, so I don’t need nightmares compounding the problem.  Yes, I’m a wimp.  Life goes on.

Rat Jr. was telling me what a cool movie she thought Saw was.  That bothers me.  I (who admittedly have never seen the movie) told her I though it was disturbing that she thought the movie was so cool.  Her question, and one I haven’t worked out an answer for is this:  Why is it that I find the idea of a person putting another person in a situation where they have to cut off their own foot if they want to live vile, degenerate and evil while I find Denzel Washington’s charater in Man on Fire sticking a bomb up a villain’s rectum and blowing him up admirable?

Like I said, I’ve got to work on that one for a while.  In the mean time, it’s back to work on my contingency plan for what my organization will do if half the population gets the Avian Flu.  (No, really.  That’s the project.)

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