This is a big morning for WTF?

1 - THIS SONG is going to be on Rock Band. God, I love being a geek some days.

2 - Amazon.com is moving forward with plans to produce its first movie, The Stolen Child, based on the fantasy novel by Keith Donahue. The Seattle-based company optioned the film rights to the book in late 2006 and has since set up the property at 20th Century Fox, with Marc Platt attached to produce with Amazon. According to Variety, Donahue's debut novel revolves around a man who was kidnapped by hobgoblins as a boy and replaced by a look-alike imposter. The book follows both versions of the character as they struggle through their new lives and environments. Ron Nyswaner, who wrote the scripts for Philadelphia and The Painted Veil, had begun adapting the book before the writers hit the picket lines. With the strike over, Amazon is dusting off The Stolen Child again.

So ummm... While I can see the long term goal there... I'm still a little... boggled.

Meh...

There is something about big round numbers that inspires a person to dread and fear.

It seems idiotic that a number like 30 should be so frightening when I know so many people past that number and past 40, 50, 60 and 70 who continue to be vibrant, energetic, active and fascinating people.

Still, I look at 30 and wonder if I'm starting to become less mentally flexible. Am I becoming less accepting to new ideas or new viewpoints? Am I less willing to try new experiences, to go and jump off new cliffs because I can, because they're there? I love structure but I also love knocking them down in order to rebuild them. I love rituals but I love expanding and changing them as well.

Sometimes I wonder all of my ruts and paths are just simply different than the ones others around me are walking in but they're still there. What is the difference between tradition and not being able to look beyond what you've done before? Have I accomplished enough? What have I accomplished? Have I really done anything of lasting importance? I know we can't all be in history books but there is that desire to leave something behind, to be better, to make things better than you found them.

Time to look around and take stock. Time to see where I want to go, what I want to do. Make a new list of priorities and desires. See what more I can do with myself. I'm in a perpetual state of dissatisfaction with myself and my life, except I have no idea what it is I keep striving for, where I want to get, what I want to do. It isn't like I can say, "I want to write" or "I want to be the CEO of a multinational."

All of the things I do come up with seem so very mundane. And that leaves something of a bitter taste behind. I want a life less ordinary, as it were. I want a life less solitary as well, though that somehow seems the more daunting of the two.

I really just don't know.

And so I come back to where I started on this. Meh.