I’ve been watching Salad Fingers episodes on and off (mostly off) for at least a year now. My interest began based on the strange hilarity of the cartoons. Now I watch it from a different angle, using in-depth Wikipedia and Fat Pie forum theories on schizophrenia, nuclear winters and gender.

I can see how analysis would ruin the cartoon for someone just looking for a laugh, but Salad Fingers plus crazy theories really fascinates me.

If you want to have some fun with watching SF, a good way to start is by searching ‘salad finger theories’ on Wikipedia.

If its good enough for Maya Angelou, then its good enough for me.

“I am grateful for Bebe Moore Campbell . . . Campbell fearlessly unveils the pain of loss and the ecstasy of love. Add to that courage, and the graceful ability to write very, very well.”

Well put, Maya. Well put.

Why would they fabricate such an unsettling and all-around gross scene and put it in a movie based on a true story?

Who comes up with this stuff!?

The man who works at my local Hollywood Video is very cynical. Every movie you mention to him, he shoots down. He’s a pretty interesting character, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the only film he has ever enjoyed is Cool Hand Luke.

He went on and on about how weird and unwatchable Red Cherry looked, judging by the cover, when I rented it from him. I ignored him, because I like foreign films, and this one seemed unique. Unique it may be, but well-made it is not.

Next time I went to the video store, I rented Cool Hand Luke.

Over time, I have come to the realization that no one really enjoys Moxie the first few times that they drink it. They appreciate it, certainly, but enjoy it? Rarely.

It takes at least a month of steady Moxie drinking to get rid of the rather unpleasant aftertaste that the soda brings. So why do we even start drinking Moxie, without knowing the sweet and root-y taste that can be savored once the aftertaste has disappeared? There are several reasons, the most predominate being the appeal of seeming interesting and cultured. Well, as cultured as someone can look while drinking a soda. The truth is, Moxie is not a very popular drink with the kiddies. The younger one starts drinking Moxie, the more it appears to ones peers that the drinker is unique, with aquired tastes.

There are other reasons, all closely related to the first. Some young people like to reminisce about a time period that they were never part of, and what drink is better to do this with than Moxie? Sure, root beer floats serve the same purpose, but Moxie is easier to come by and travel with.

The last reason is, it makes an absolutely excellent conversation piece. This is why I started drinking Moxie. Both the people hate the drink and the people who love it will fall all over themselves to tell you their opinion on the drink—try opening a can when going out to lunch with some friends, and you’ll see what I mean.

That is why I like people who have consumed Moxie—either they tried it once and took a risk with something that most young people vocally hate, or they put a lot of thought into what sugary carbonated beverage to consume. I like people who consume this often even better, for they stuck with it until the aftertaste was gone, and the delicious treat that is Moxie was discovered.

I love the tracks that I have from this album, but I can’t find Sex Changes or My Alcoholic Friends. Can anyone point me in the direction of a site that I can download these on?

Also, what happened to Ampersand?

It is funny to think about how a book like Kissing Doorknobs changed my life, especially after reading it for class as an older teen just two weeks ago. It doesn’t seem all that impressive now. But it was worth consuming just to read and remember how it looked through the eyes of a ten-year-old with debilitating OCD.

Perhaps it isn’t fair to say that Kissing Doorknobs changed my life; I read it at a time when my life was changing already, through therapy, medication and sheer will power. But while everyone that loved me was willing to help me get better, no one explained and informed me about what OCD really is better than this novel. I learned what I had, and how it looked to the people that loved me, through the eyes of Tara.