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So I posted a link about hating SXSW yesterday, and many of you attempted to view it. However, because of changes in the way that Flickr handles "adult content", you can no longer view that kind of content without logging in, making Flickr basically useless to me. I need a photo archive that anyone can look at with a simple click.

I could unflag all the adult flags on my shots (maybe), but I've already been warned once that if my pictures are mis-flagged, I'll lose my account. So it looks like I might need to find another solution. One that allows me to post whatever the hell I want without being restricted by community judgement. I don't actually have my own hosting service yet (believe it or not), but now might be the right time to set one up.

Hating SXSW is too important to be restricted by the lowest common denominator.

I'm enjoying my second bowl of organic popcorn cooked on the stove in a pot. Microwave popcorn has been such a part of my life for so long now it didn't really even occur to me to question its benefits. However, not only does my organic stove top popcorn taste better and produce zero garbage, but it also has, over two bowls in a row, produced a *100%* pop rate.

Not a single kernel wasted!

Welcome to Scott's Self-Pity Week! Having just gotten dumped by his girlfriend of four years, Scott will spend this week wallowing in depression, watching horrible relationship movies, listening to Tori Amos and generally feeling sorry for himself! Let's get to the bottom of this hole as soon as possible so we can start moving the other way.

It's going to rock!

Sunday is already off to a good start, with both weather and general circumstance conspiring to assist! It's been cold, pissy, and grey outside for several days now, a perfect setting for our last late-Valentine's Day-and-fourth-anniversary dinner, the last time I'm expecting to have contact with her for some time. In addition, not only do I have a fever from some kind of stomach virus, but almost every muscle in my body is sore from the First Road of Shao-lin Ground Monkey, a form taught by Grand Master Sin that involves a lot of hurling oneself onto the floor from a standing position for no apparent reason. In addition, I've been able to thoroughly re-enforce my black mood and hardened outlook on life by watching Sin City, which at this point seems like one of the best movies I've ever seen. All the vicarious violence and cynacism doesn't hurt much, either. At least, it doesn't hurt me. Many of the characters in the story would feel differently. At least, they would if they were still alive.

I've always been a sucker for love stories with awful endings.

Which brings up to plans for tomorrow! Although I expect a brief respite from misery and woe while watching the Sex Workers Art Show at the Texas Union down on campus (something, we'll note, that would NOT have been held on campus at A&M), I intend to jump right back into the thick of things with Leaving Las Vegas, one of my *other* most favorite love stories of all time! In addition I'll spend time badmouthing my ex to myself, refusing to take any responsibility for whatever I did to contribute to the "failure" of our relationship, and maybe writing something profoundly negative about love for submission to the Voluptuaries, a writing group I just joined.

Stay tuned for more crap later this week!