Why not come back to this?

While looking at my long-neglected Blogger profile, I noticed this long-neglected blog. My friends and I started four years ago as a way to vent about various things. I guess we didn't have a lot to vent about, because we only wrote three entries.

I'm listening to "All Along the Watchtower," originally written and recorded by Bob Dylan. This cover version, however, plays an important in sci-fi television series "Battlestar Galactica" I was pretty sad when Netflix took it off, but luckily I got a chance to watch all of it.

This song makes me feel like something special is about to happen, sort of the same way I feel when I watch super hero movies. I like to imagine that I'm walking home, the streetlights are flickering on and off, suspense is mounting ... but then nothing much exciting ever happens. The anxiety and suspense I built up in my mind isn't real. It's manufactured fear. I suppose I should be thankful for my quiet life.

Super powers include: Ability to spot grammar mistakes from a mile away, ability to touch my my nose with the tip of my tongue, ability to make myself invisible in large groups ...

Just ordinary super powers today.

Still waiting for that radioactive spider bite.