rejectomorph | Broken

Now being inclined to doze off frequently (perhaps this will provide me with an excuse to begin drinking coffee regularly once again), I experience the nights as a series of fragments. I think this might have a long-term influence on my perception of reality. I've been accustomed to long, slow passages of time and now must adjust to quicker chunks. I'm finding it odd so far, and haven't figured out how to put those chunks together into a coherent whole. Maybe I never will.

Confused. Here are some chunks of Internet:

Fans of lurid paperback cover art might enjoy this international collection of covers from books by David Goodis, the still fairly obscure mid-20th century writer of crime novels on whose "Down There" Truffaut based his noted movie "Shoot the Piano Player" and who wrote the novel "Dark Passage" on which the 1940's Bogart-Bacall movie was based. I've actually got a couple of these books, moldering away in a box in my garage.

From

gutbloom, a compendium of information both well-known and obscure about the state of California, most of which I can affirm is mostly true.

From Pravda (so you know it must be accurate) comes an interesting article about the therapeutic value of S&M (yes, I know that isn't exactly what the article says, but that's pretty much what it implies. Expect increasing popularity for what Alan Watts once called "vestigial clerical garments" in the former Soviet Union.)

Somewhat more serious; Wal-Mart's prescription drug discounting deconstructed (with asides on why the mass media still bite.)

Enough for now. I feel another doze coming on.