Starting off my "I'm going to quote books that I like just because I can" week...

Two days later, we were on our way to the Hutzle Union building to renew Mills’ campus parking sticker when suddenly she chirped, "Hey! It's the Happy-Clappies! Let's go give 'em a spark!"
As you have no doubt deduced by now, Miss Dodd had a rather thorny view of religion, which was best summed up by the fact that she got thrown out of vacation Bible school at age eleven for making a St. Sebastian toothpick holder in Drafts.
Every now and then, walking past Old Main, one would spot the Campus Crusaders, a flock of prematurely Redeemed Souls who felt it wasn't enough that God was your Creator, he also had to be your Pal.
"Look at them. It's illegal to be that happy."
A chunky girl in a red plaid skirt who appeared to be completely normal walked up to Himillsy and asked, just a little too loudly, "Did you know that Jesus loves you?" She handed us a pamphlet with a cartoon drawing on the front of the crucified Savior, bleeding like new dungarees in the wash. He looked ecstatic, as if he'd just won the Lottery. Hims took it and used it to fan herself, even though it was just below freezing.
"Of course, dear, and we're just dying to get married, but Mummy is dead set against it." Hims leaned into her, very conspiratorial. "He's N.O.K.D., and if we elope she'll cut us off."
Our little Merry Magdalene didn't seem to understand. She turned to me, on to her next mission, and said, now a tad unsure of herself, "God loves you too."
"Obviously," I said. "I’m white, I have a penis, and fabulous taste."
Himillsy's surprise had just the right note of archness. "Darling! A penis? Really! Why didn't you tell me? Whose is it?"
"Not sure. I haven't opened it yet."
"Oh come, let's do!" she said, taking my arm. "You must really rate! All I got was a slash that smells like carp and leaks blood every month!" She winked at the girl- whose face was as blank as her checks to the Church.
We skipped away, arm in arm. Hims looked back to the group, right before we made the corner, and shouted, "Praise Him!"
- The Cheese Monkeys, by Chip Kidd.

I watched Waking Life yesterday. It was a-fucking-mazing. The weird thing is I remember seeing adverts from it when I was a kid, and thinking even then that it looked like a good film. I didn’t realize that until I was about an hour in. It was a very nice realization, like when you find an old notebook at the back of your closet and discover that over the years your signature hasn’t really changed that much.
I want to see more movies like that, I think.

I had a very good dream last night.