the weapon was drain-o

My mother was scrubbing the kitchen floor on her hands and knees with a pail of aqua and 3 ounces of bleach when her water broke. Later that evening I came along. 3 days late and post tubage-tie. I wonder what it all means?

I know I've been in film school for the past 3 and half years but today was my first time seeing David Fincher's Fight Club. I guess I never got around to popping it in... But today I had this urge. Mind you, I'm only part way through, but I just needed to pause to get this out.
I finally understand why it gives so many film-geeks such a boner. I mean, it blatantly ruminates how human beings who really want to feel and live seek out and embrace kind of a hope for tragedy. I dig where this is going.

I was browsing passages from the book from which the film was adapted and wanted to share this one in particular:

The mechanic says, “If you’re male and you’re Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?
...
How Tyler saw it was that getting God’s attention for being bad was better than getting no attention at all. Maybe because God’s hate is better than His indifference.
If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
We are God’s middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention.
Unless we get God’s attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption.
Which is worse, hell or nothing?
Only if we’re caught and punished can we be saved.
“Burn the Louvre,” the mechanic says, “and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.”

– Fight Club, page 141

x's and o's bros,
Lola Anarcha N.
If I were a form of vandalism I would be: spray-paint on a playground.
God bless America.