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I've recently come to the realization that I am an 'idea guy'; basically the person who ends up becoming the brainstorming catalyst for other people's projects but is unable to actually contribute on a more tangible level beyond the thinking stage.

This is actually unfortunate for me, for while I seem ripe with ideas and suggestions for other people's happenings, essentially playing muse, I don't honestly see myself ever achieving anything on a personal level as my inspirations only seem to benefit others, and when it comes time to actually put those ideas into play, I am by and large either unskilled, inexperienced, or generally useless.  And it is an awkward feeling to realize you are the 'dead weight' in your own solo-act projects.

It amused me that the casher at Barnes & Noble finished my transaction with 'Have a day'.

Way behind the times, I finally just beat HL2.  Go me.

Mark is easily the biggest influence in my musical pathways.

Anyway, I just bought this off iTunes.

I also find myself debating if I want to try to find a bluegrass album that he introduced me to, either by ordering or checking out my local music shops, as iTunes doesn't stock it -  I bet his Emusic has it, d'oh

Well, two days before Christmas, and I go and break my left arm right at the elbow.

Now, since I do a fair bit of skating, and I'm quite often doing stupid stuff on my board, I'm sure it's not too heavy an assumption to figure I broke my arm in some lame attempt to ollie over a trashcan or slide down some stairs, or something equally out of my league.

But no, I merely was walking through my house in the dark and slipped on a round object, flinging my legs up into the air, and slamming me backwards.  My arm locked before I connected, and all my weight came down on my left hand.  The pain that ensued was actually heard instead of felt, rattling around deep in my skull like when you bite down too hard on some gravel or something hard and unexpected.

Anyway, it really hurt.

I need to figure out if there is a way for me to block out websites from myself, despite being this computer's admin and the 'parent' as far as parental controls go.

I'm realizing right fast that there are certain things I should not be reading, yet I continue to do such.  I'm starting to believe that it is part of the human condition to be fascinated with things we consciously realize are bad for us, be it emotionally or physical.  Anything ranging from simple cigarettes before the addiction, not being able to turn away from a train wreck, to pursuing emotional crisis, and even so far as finding oneself unwittingly drawn to bloodshed and terror.

I guess this is how the news and general media stays popular.

It is important to feel important.

You already know where I'm going with this...