We are not so strange in the morning

I have been up since 4:30am. Technically, I have been up since 3:30 when Stella the cat crawled into bed with me, nestling herself against my chest.

Listened to psychedelic furs' "love my way" twice on my way to 30 Rock before my iPod told me to fuck off by shutting down. Maybe it was because I heard it at the screening for Starter for 10 last night. Set in the 80s, a girl in the film claimed to have lost her virginity to that song. I lost it just after watching Office Space. No music and he wasn't cool enough for that kind of elegant melody anyway.

so swallow all your tears my love and put on your new face. you could never win or lose if you don't run the race

I luv that line so much that I have probably blogged about it before but whatever.

In the video, Richard Butler's face emerges from sepia-colored clouds to deliver the line which reminds me of an article I read this morning, Faces, Faces Everywhere about how the brain recognizes and processes facial data.

So does that explain why I see my parents' faces in my cats--Because of the fact that my brain is bombarded with their stimuli that it continues to perceive that stimulus even when it is not present?

So we don't really see the face of Jesus in a pierogi?

Atheist fucker, Richard Dawkins is proven right again by the Science Times section!

My amenable nature was put to the test at the Tick Tock Diner at 6:30 this morning. What's a vegan who wears leather and loves fur to eat when everything is nothing but milk and eggs?

coffee, dry rye toast and oatmeal.

Not quite the makings of a Fugazi album title but damn near close.

What song would I have used if I lost my virginity to the soft-spoken, impeccably mannered Ralph Fiennes in a Qantas airplane?

"Whip in My Valese" by Adam and the Ants