I have returned from a long trek to the new home of my friend Tavy. We watched a French film entitled Jeux d'enfants (translated to "Love Me If You Dare.) I'm not sure how to describe it.

The director must have thought to himself "I really loved Amelie, but what if instead of using her whimsical creativity to help random people, she just tried to completely mind-fuck one person over and over again?"

If you've wondered that as well, then I recommend this film. The cover makes it look like a romance and the tagline claims it's a comedy, but don't be fooled.

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Last night I went bowling with Breanna. This afternoon, I attended my first class at bartending "academy." This is the way my life goes.

Her mother is opening a restaurant and asked me if I would like to bartend. I'd mused about bartending several times before but I hate being in situations where being friendly can be misconstrued as tip-mongering. But I can't say no to random opportunities that fall in my lap. I can say no to random opportunities that require long-term planning, but the best bet is to agree before I realize all the reasons I shouldn't be doing something.

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As I was driving the long stretch of freeway home after dinner at Tavy's, I realized that I miss studying philosophy. I used to be all for crashing into the undergrowth of moral uncertainty and then using different compasses of reasoning to see where I'd end up. Completely hypothetically, of course. Er, mostly, anyway.

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I must go and study my drinks. Let's see, a grasshopper is 1/2 oz of white cacao, 1/2 oz of creme de menthe, and 2 oz of creme. Strain through ice and serve with a smile so wide it could be confused with baring your teeth.