This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.

This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time. … Why are you reading this??! Go. Live! Love! Jump in a stream! SOMETHING!!!

Heh. So it’s late, and I’m getting … strange? Well, I don’t typically get “strange” due to sleep deprevation. It must be due to some other form of deprevation. Like interpersonal contact and connection. Or something. God only knows.

I watched THX 1138 (3/5 stars)(George Lucas’s directorial debut) tonight. On balance, it was just plain strange. The special effects were nothing short of incredible for its time, but the story and characters, well, just didn’t come accross as well developed.

So it’s Monday morning right now. What have I done since I woke, some 16 hours ago? Not a lot. I had lunch with William, Autumn & Co., killed time around the Quad, and then killed some more time around the quad. I also watched Traffic tonight, which I very much enjoyed. I probably would have enjoyed it even more if there had been subtitles for the Spanish portions of the movie. Oh well. You get what you pay for, I suppose, and, well, I downloaded Traffic. So there you go!

Right now I’m in the middle of the process of ripping Ken’s CDs. He has like 85, and they’re all in good condition, which makes for high quality rips. I need more hard drive space!

I have nothing to say. I’m off to go read some Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Goodnight.

Oh, What A Wonderful World

Pulled from CNN.com earlier today:

Saturday, December 11, 2004 Posted: 10:18 AM EST (1518 GMT)
McDONOUGH, Georgia (AP) — A 14-year-old boy accused of bringing a pipe bomb to school wanted to sell it to pay for Christmas presents, but several classmates thought his $35 asking price was too high, the principal said.

Strange dreams.

I dreamed last night, which is in an of itself noteworthy– it’s exceptionally rare for me to dream. Well, more accurately, it was this morning that I dreamed, sometime between 9:00 when I woke up in Ken’s room and wandered back to my bed and 12:00 when I got up. But anyhow… In the first dream I had constructed some sort of cannon that could shoot bullets or small bombs. It rolled around on two wheels, kinda like a golf bag. I know that I had some sort of companion throughout the dream, but his identity was merely the murky quintessence of a friend– not a specific person. In the dream we went from place to place and shot things we didn’t like. I blew up a couple expensive cars and shot down an airplane among other things. Somehow we ended up shooting things in Ann Bertagnolli’s house (she’s my T&C Fellow, whom I’m fond of), except it wasn’t her waking house. Eventually we were caught, or rather my friend was caught and I found myself running…

The second dream was every bit as nonsensical. I was in a grocery store with three identityless friends. I don’t know why we were there, but I remember that I cut open a watermellon, but when I finished cutting it was a cut two liter bottle of watermellon soft-drink. I went back and got another watermellon and then there was some sort of VERY strange three person (two males one female) Blue-man-group-esque entertainment on the stage and then I went to go pay for my watermellon, and the cashier asked for my I.D. and I didn’t have it and then I woke up.

Yeah.

Anyhow. Last night, rather than Ocean’s Twelve, I ended up going to see The Motorcycle Diaries. I’m really speechless to describe or react to the movie. All I can say is that it’s a wonderful and amazing story– possibly one of the best movies I’ve seen. Period.

I think I may go ride my bike– it’s going to be getting into the mid-50s today.

Well, I’m off. Ta ta!

Texts & Critics Rant

I just finished my last paper for Texts & Critics. Heh. I was so incensed by the prompt that I ended up writing a six page rant on the class as a whole. It was beautiful:
http://www.eateggs.com/school/2004.12.10%20T&C%20Rant%20paper%205.doc

For those of you who have the class, you might enjoy the read. If you don’t, don’t bother.

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In other news, it’s Friday afternoon. I thought it’d never come. I’m going to go to a end-of-year party for my job for a little while tonight, then probably go and see Ocean’s Twelve and Sky Captain.