i was listening to the interview i did, and i noticed that i had *no memory* of the questions, or my answers.
i did the interview a few weeks ago, and i’ve been busy since. i was listening to it, and wondering if i would sound like a goomba.
i’m still not sure. gabe sounded great.
i finally saw the fine piece of cinema “there will be blood”, and now i finally understand this milkshake thing that everyone’s been talking about. next time someone says that, i’m going to keep an eye on them and make sure they don’t reach for a bowling pin afterwards.
also, i went to some museums. um… i’m not being too eloquent right now.
go read a book. my blog sucks.