I saw a man running on the outdoor track today wearing PINK CAPRI PANTS. Yeah, that was my reaction too.

On a different note, KATE, I know this week's been sickeningly long and crappy for you, so if there's anything you need (i.e. food, encouraging words, rat spinal cords) I am at your service...well, except maybe for the spinal cords. But I'm sure I've got some traced dendrites somewhere in my room for you...;) Love ya!

Crotchless pantyhose...I have now seen it all. Or have I?

After reading the movie review posted on Ray's blog, it kinda got me thinking about the whole concept of feelings and love and all that good stuff. Even if it is true that feelings merely come from fluctuating chemicals in the brain, I don't think feelings suddenly become something that you look at with a scientific eye, necessarily. I mean, you can't ignore a feeling of sadness anymore than you can ignore your spleen rupturing.

To get a little more specific, I think the concept of love is a lot like religion. Sometimes you take things with a grain of salt, and sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and have a little faith. It's not supposed to be about science and biology, at least for me. It's about taking risks and seeing where it takes you as a person. Ideally the outcome is a positive one, and generally I think you get what you put into it. But like I said, that's just me. I don't have any great answers about any of this, all I have is what I believe and what faith I've put into the whole milieu, which is thus my point.

Well now that I've thrown out my scrap for the day, the chemicals in my brain are telling me it's time to eat.