I think my ability for rational thought has officially vanished. I’m on day three of the “writing the final project binge” and all I can think about is Macbeth, V for Vendetta, and that ole sly dog Guy Fawkes. And I think I’m more than slightly in love with Guy Fawkes by the by. Which is odd because, you know, he was a terrorist (and is 500 years old, but whatever) but he was fighting for what he believed in and that’s hot. Granted he was going to kill lots of innocent people in the process, but what’s innocent anyway?

Did I just say that? I think I did. See, rational thought. Out the window!

Here’s a question, though; what do people think about V, from V for Vendetta? Terrorist? Hero? Savior? All of the above? And if you are a cop for a corrupt government is it more or less ethical to kill you? These are the issues kicking around in my head right now. Unfortunately I am incapable of musing on an answer since, like I said, rational thought, not so much.

I abuse the comma. That’s right, abuse it. And I like it!

I’m no longer even linking my thoughts and that’s scary. You shouldn’t be subjected to this. Especially when I’m just killing time and have absolutely nothing of substance to say here. Except Guy Fawkes…he was hot. All holding out against torture and stuff until they broke him. That’s a man that’s wounded deep down, and I, I just want to make it better. I want to heal him with my vagina. I mean, isn’t that why all women go for the wounded guy? We think we’re going to give them magical sex and then suddenly they’ll be healed, but it was because of us and only for us and weren’t we that special woman he’s been waiting for to make him whole?

Yes, I’m throwing up a little bit in my mouth too, but it’s true. We want to fix someone and we secretly hope they’ll fix us. Except that no one can fix you but yourself and isn’t that just depressing. I don’t want to fix myself, I’m tired. I’d much rather Guy Fawkes (or Gerard Butler playing the part of Guy Fawkes) fix me. Of course, Batman would work too—again with the acting outside the government. Subversion is sexy. I seem to have this thing for guys that are prone to physical violence. I don’t think I’m going to examine that aspect my personality just yet. I’m quite sure that’s something I should repress—and repress I fully intend to do, like a champ. At least until I find someone that will only hit me when I ask for it.

And now that I have successfully weirded you all out I sign off. Obviously I need to repress my scary self a little better.

You all need to go here http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16429930/ and here http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16981527/wid/11915773?GT1=9033 as soon as possible. The first is an article discussing the groundbreaking news that girls who read articles about dieting develop more food-related problems later in life and the second is information on an increase in child obesity related surgeries. Apparently, the surgeries are now safer and so it’s okay to stick your fat kid under the knife—might as well nip that weight problem right in the bud right?

Again, I’m not advocating an unhealthy lifestyle—but I am advocating non-mutilation of our children’s bodies. At times gastric-bypass surgery or the stomach band might very well be a responsible necessary decision for an adult to make after serious consultation with a doctor. But, for a child? Obese or not is “corrective” surgery for an obese child the best way to improve the child’s situation? How about taking your kid for a walk everyday, playing catch, hide and go seek, tag, and monitoring what sorts of food they eat? I mean if your child has that serious of a weight-problem then don’t you, as a parent, carry the responsibility of teaching them good lifestyle choices? And isn’t the message of “if you don’t like yourself just have surgery” not the best option?

I’m no Doctor Spock here people—I don’t have kids and I certainly am not a health-nut advocate, but…please. First we mutilate the bodies of our retarded kids and now we mutilate the bodies of our ugly kids.

Oh brave new world and what wondrous beings are in it.