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help build the wall I would think that from the shortness of yesterday's entry, it should be fairly obvious that I fell asleep as soon as I got home this morning. Whenever I do that I feel strange trying to write an entry about what happened the day before, because all of the fine details are lost by the time that I wake up in the afternoon. For me the whole mood of the day has changed and whatever I say about it is a slightly altered version from the truth, so I usually end up writing something a little more generic or topical instead and yesterday would be a great example of said technique. Okay enough with the vague explanation. Before I got home this morning, I stopped to get my car washed for the first time in months and I have to say that I am very happy with the results. My car definitely needed it. Normally I am very good with my car and I try to baby it as much as possible. However, the last few times that the temperature rose above the freezing mark, I never made it to the car wash. So for weeks salt and road grime would build and fade on the sides of my car, but today I finally put an end to it or at least until it snows again. I'm not sure why, but lately I've been getting back into Pink Floyd and their movie The Wall, which I think is pretty funny. More often than not I laugh at the cult surrounding the movie. So many people see is as some grand statement on life, but whenever I find a Wall zealot with this belief, I like to tell them that the movie should be called The Nazis Killed My Daddy and start to laugh. I also think that it would be horribly funny to do a performance piece based on the movie, a one man act where I mime all of the songs. Oh, there was a time when my friends and I would sit around and get high while watching the movie, but things change over time. Yes, there are parts of the movie that I still appreciate, but it doesn't affect me that much anymore and I'm not sure that it ever did. Nor did I do anything as extreme as the girl that my brother knew in college. It seems that she liked the movie so much that she shaved her eyebrows after seeing the film. Of course I often see art as walking a fine line between having genuine emotional content and just being an elaborate hoax.
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