I want anonymous people to tell me what they think of my music. So far only friends and acquaintances have heard any of the songs, and sometimes it's difficult to tell if they enjoy it, or if they are being polite.

So tell me, am I good or bad?

Here is a link to a myspace page, because I have no idea how to post an mp3.

http://www.myspace.com/alaskalovesyou

A brief explanation would be fun, i.e. "I heart metal and you suck!"

Shoot-outs with the police barely ever make sense in cop shows, or cop movies.

It's not that they always fail to make sense, because I like the movie "Heat" and that has a giant gunfight in the middle of downtown LA (I believe). But the other day, I was watching the TV show "Numbers," and, at least in the TV show's reality, a very prominent business man, or club owner, is confronted by the police and attempts to shoot his way out. From behind a bar. I mean, I just can't understand the character's motivation. He doesn't try to flee, he just jumps behind some liqour bottles and opens fire on two cops. What would he have done if his--admittedly stupid, and rudimentary--plan had succeeded? Someone would surely notice the abscence of the two lead detectives.

But whatever, the show is all kinds of stupid. One character is a genius math professor, except he's never astounded me with his intellect (and, yes, this is an admission that I've watched the show more than once). I don't even think the math makes any sense. I actually don't even think they use math, I think they just use high school level math terminology and then make the
rest up.

Oh well.

I like that show "Bones," though. But only because in the one episode I saw two people were buried alive, in a car, and one of them had to cut the others leg off.

A very delicious example of my increasingly rote mannerisms is my habit of staring at DVDs that I may or may not watch. It usually happens late at night, and it might just be an example of an intense and debilitating indecisiveness, but I'll ignore that in favor of relating a stupid story.

One of my brain's many startling defects is it's tendency take the most bland and boring idea, or word, or thought, and tumble it around until it turns into a stupid little story, or joke (consider the fact that I turned my habit of turning things into stories into a story).

Anyways, I was staring at the DVD case to Jaws, and I thought how simple a pitch that would be to a movie studio executive--or to a publisher, since Peter Benchley wrote the book first (and to be honest, I think he did what I'm about to describe, except with an octopus).

I imagine it would go like the following:

Lowly Director: "Listen, I have this idea for a movie, right? It's about a giant shark."
Movie Producer: "You mean the fish with gills?"
Lowly Director: "Yeah. And it eats people!"

Cut to a few years later:
Director(on the phone): "Listen, I've got this great idea for a movie. It's about a hippopotamus--yeah, the Sub-Sarahan mammal. And it eats people!"

Cut to a few years later:
Director(on the phone): "Listen, I've got this great idea for a movie. It's about bacteria. And it eats people!"

Can you imagine a movie about flesh eating bacteria? For half the runtime it would have people running around screaming, "It burns, it burns! It burns so bad! Can't you see it? The bacteria!"

And this repetition of ideas (or, more appropriately, this stagnation) might be unacceptable in other fields of work. Like a stand-up comic who only did knock-knock jokes. Imagine setting out to see a comic with the dread of knowing every joke would be the same (of course, a more optimistic person might say, "he could tell a 'rat-a-tat-tat joke.'" And whats a "rat-a-tat-tat joke?" rat-a-tat-tat. whose there?).

Or can you imagine a brain surgeon saying, "Well, we were going to remove the tumor, but decided to drill a hole in his head instead. You know. To release the evil spirits."

 It's 15, feels like 5, and I have to walk 2.25 miles. I will be able to see, though. Visibility is 10 miles. 

I want visibility reduced to zero!