Hmmmmm.

One of the guys in the office is eating something for breakfast that smells, to me, convincingly like a giant fart. It's disgusting, and I wish he'd hurry up and eat the goddamn thing before I puke all over my keyboard.

I need to find new car insurance, and figure out how I'm going to buy my textbooks, and get my car registered, and my license renewed, all with the $20 I'll have free from my next check.

Oh, if only I could teleport, I'd pull a David Rice (if you actually understand that reference, congratulations -- either you have really good taste. Or, perhaps I strong-armed you into reading Jumper by Steven Gould).

Ok, now for today's dumb tests. Why do I keep doing these?

Which David Bowie are you?

Cool.

I'm going to be a Beta-tester for an upcoming online Starfighter sim game. Woohoo!

Hey! Miles Cochrane!!

Just wanted you to know, if you're still reading this, that I miss ya, ya big lug!

I hope you're surviving the nasty Blizzard back there -- I heard today Buffaloe is under 7 feet of snow. *shudder*

I'll email you when I'm at home, grovel for not being better at staying in contact...

Be well.

Our fears define us.

I just realised why I love "Rent" so much (the musical, of course).

The author (whose name, I'm ashamed to say, I forget... Terri, gimme my damned CDs back! :) ) managed to instill in two hours the fears, hopes, and pathos of my generation. A generation that grew up in the shadows of Nuclear War and AIDS, a generation which has buried far too many of its own far too early. Those fears have shaped us, molded us. They define us.

And yet, he also captured the hope that defines us, as well. The songs range from the disturbing "Glory", in which an HIV+ young artist pours his soul out, singing of how he wants to make one work of signifigance before he dies, to the bitter "Living in America", a pretty vicious indictment of what's wrong with our culture, to the hopeful final number, "No day like today", a song of love and hope for the future.

Good stuff. Listen to it. But first, either go see it or read the libretto -- the show's biggest weakness is that without knowledge of the plot, some of the songs lose their power. For example, "Will I" (I think that's the title) makes little sense unless you know everyone singing is dying.

Amusing, but dumb.

Here's Roswell, New Mexico from the air.

Looks better on TV.

And another one gets me

Vanilla Sky is not what it appears. At all.

( Do not click here if you have any desire to see the movie )