So, a journal. I didn't plan to start one. I don't plan to update it. But I felt like typing. Can't say why. My capacity for reason is half dodo bird: half the time it's gone and no one can say where it went or when it's coming back.

Been here a week, and already made a wonderful mistake. I decided to look through another's favorites. Half an hour later I completed an increasingly rushed browse with a dozen tabs open. Spent the whole night looking through each of those.

I say it's a wonderful mistake because I found pages and pages of great stuff. But nothing got done. My laundry's not clean, I snacked instead of ate, and I did NOT finish all my replies here. That last one really bugs me. It feels rude to leave them unanswered. I know my faults, so I should've planned better so they wouldn't get the best of me. No upload tonight for me. And tomorrow, I finish up my replies BEFORE I click any shiny obje... uh, links.

Cynical... No idea why I'm feeling cynical. For some reason I was thinking about diamonds. I couldn't help laughing inside. I know women--some in my family--who insist on diamonds, and only the best. It improves their social status. They brag about them. And they look down their noses at girls who prefer simple gold, silver, or even cheaper "costume jewelry", which is often far more colorful and expressive than a cold, hard, colorless, lifeless diamond.

But I was laughing because diamonds AREN'T lifeless. They're made of carbon, which makes the building blocks of life. Not just plant life, but animal life. These women tout their vegetarian lifestyles. (I don't fault them that. I prefer vegetables to meat myself.) Not for animal rights or the environment, but for their health. Okay, well enough. But an environmentalist vegetarian could educate them how much waste animals produce throughout their lifetimes, before they go to the chopping block.

Really, this is hilarious to me. So, people are animals too. Human daily stool weight is a little less than a pound. In a year, a human... We'll keep this relatively clean. In a year, a human produces roughly twice their body weight in fecal waste. If they die at 50, the weight of their body will only equal 1% of the fecal waste they have produced in their lifetime.

Dinosaurs. Huge, enormous herbivores with extremely high-fiber diets. Imagine how much they must have pooped, and that stool always trampled into the ground. Then the carnivores ate them, and their body weight became more stool. Carbon in, carbon out. Carbon in the carcass and carbon in the stool. We say our natural resources are made of millions of dead dinosaurs. But what did dinosaurs REALLY produce more? Dead dinosaur bodies or dinosaur poop? We're not running our cars and heating our homes with dead dinosaurs, we're doing it with their fossilized feces. And vast fields of uneaten prehistoric vegetation, obviously.

Coal, diamonds, even the carbon in these pencils with which I draw, all the same. Lord, I'm drawing with dinosaur poop. I should entitle my next work "Dinosaur Poop on Paper". Okay, that made me laugh more, but that's not why I was laughing earlier.

Diamonds! Dinosaur poop! They demand it, they brag about it, they flaunt it, and for the love of all that's holy they wear it in PUBLIC. With CHILDREN watching! So the next time one of these women gets your goat, ask her how much that triceratops turd on her finger cost. And the next time you're shopping for jewelry, buy plastic. Cheap, colorful, expressive, 100% dinosaur-poop-free plastic.

For those of us using dinosaur poop pencils as an artistic medium... Even plastic pencils have graphite "lead". Sucks to be us. We're screwed. Just don't rub your fingers in it too much, especially if you use the graphite powder.

We're still breathing dinosaur farts, too. But you probably don't want to think about that too much.