So, you’re thinking about seeing Cloverfield, are you? Well. Let me give you some advice first. If you answer Yes to any of the following questions, it might not be the movie for you to see on the big screen:

1. Are you thinking about going with a group of guys who are very excited about seeing the movie “Cloverfield” and want you to tag along even though you’ve never seen the trailer and only have a vague idea of what the movie is about, and frankly it doesn’t excite you that much anyway, but you think you should see it because, LOOK! the guys are so excited about it!
2. Did playing Duke Nukem 3D or Doom II in high school make you nauseous?
3. Has watching somebody’s shakily shot home video ever made you a little queasy?
4. Does never, ever having an explanation for a movie’s only antagonist seem wrong to you?

If you find yourself nodding inwardly, or outwardly if you’re one of those types, to any of these questions, maybe you should opt for PS I Love You or 27 Dresses. I wish I had.

Time to take a Gravol.

So, this is a little unconventional, but I had my ded ppl circle last night. This, once a week, consists of a few people getting together and, under the guidance of a few other people, practicing mediumship. Weird?! Tell me about it.

I’ve been in a circle for a year now, and I can honestly say, it’s different. A year ago, I wouldn’t have really expected myself to be able to tell someone else what their dead grandparents looked like, liked to eat, what the house they lived in looked like, how they died, and a long list of other things. With certainty that I’m right about it. I’m as shocked as you are. Maybe more.

I can’t really explain it, except to say that even though you may never, and probably will never believe me, you will someday. When you are dead.

Anyway, last night I came through pretty solidly with more proof of identity than an actual message. It’s identifying a person that I prefer anyway. I find giving someone a message on how to be, or live their life, or change themselves… not so much challenging, but easy to make seem fake. It might not be fake, but it’s the part that has the least integrity for me.

And that’s where I stand on that. Sorry for the abrupt ending. It’s not everyday (yet) that I write about my escapades with the dead on the interwebs. Plus, I’m sleepy. (Segue into cool link…) How sleepy are you? Find out with the Tiredness Test.

I really have nothing to say other than that, work is a ridiculous thing. I’ve been out of the house since 7 AM and just got home. Only 90 minutes of my day (plus a little transit time) was spent not sitting at my desk at work. That makes me seem like a really important worker person, but I get paid like a peon… so the solution to this problem is… yoga AT work. That way, I could still be there right now!