lately i’ve been immersed in the wonderful world of DVDs. i know, i know… come the next few years and they may be obsolete. then this vast collection of pixar animations and spielberg epics and russell crowe featurettes that i have been building up would just have been a sorry waste of money. but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters is that i am enjoying myself in the comfort of my living room with surround-sound and a “collector’s edition” of guy ritchie’s snatch (with accompanying bonus features, no less).

for the last month or so i have been living in a world that is not my own. i have sought comfort in character triumphs and found myself almost teary-eyed at character assassinations. my eyes have been glued on certain hollywood faces and my mind cannot distinguish them apart from the everyday joe. i have become what i most dreaded: the stinky couch potato.

crikey. my inertia has left me inactive and craving more out of my life. so this afternoon, as tried to snap out of my comatose state, i decided to plan a trip for this summer. first-year jitters would then have subsided; i’d have time to pursue the world and make it my proverbial oyster — or was it clam? destination: england. anything less would be uncivilized.

now, if this plan goes through is really the question. i’m known for my failing attempts to reverse the reprecussions of inertia. do i smell a new year’s resolution? never!