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Yaar! The Procrastinator Theatre works! If the PIT continues to generate revenue like it has this weekend, it should more than double last year’s revenue! I just need to learn to curb my pop-corn making impulses… tonight is the second night in a row that we’ve discarded a huge amount of popcorn… mostly because I’m over-eager to make it! Oh, but it’s so easy, and such a pleasure. Tonight, our concessions stand made more money than we made on ticket sales! As it should be! Hurrah!

On a different note, some retrospection has once again reminded me that I’ve made a tremendous ass of myself to a number of people. If you haven’t already received a personal apology from me for such occasions… just remind me, next time I see you, to provide such an apology. I don’t mean to. It’s just that, some times, I loose my sense of perspective, and so juvenile and punitive things. It’s not that I have an excuse; I don’t. But, all the same, it happens from time to time, and I know I owe some apologies.

So, I’ve effectively blown off the first week of school. But, fortunately, there’s still time to redeem myself, as the Procrastinator settles in to a more established rhythm.

Anyhow. I might as well say that I’m thrilled with the Procrastinator: it resembles something of a bona-fide second run theater, at present. I feel I’ve hired some solid staff, and I think it’s going to be a great year. God, and everything has gone smoothly. I can’t believe how smoothly it’s gone… But, again, I’m thrilled by it. Thrilled.

Well, that’s all for tonight. It’s approaching 4:00, which means it’s time for bed. Tomorrow’s another exciting day!

Gaa! My classes this semester SUCK! I have one good professor (or maybe I have a few good profs, and one great prof). One. Yaar! I mean, most of them are pretty accomplished (books published, one former CEO of FedEx Asia, one adjunct professor at Berkley…) but … I mean, maybe they would be better if my classmates were better … could teach the classes at a higher level … something. I guess I am at Montana State University, but…

I’ve realized over the last few days that the Procrastinator (shiny new website: montana.edu/procrastinator (put together by Carter)) is my top priority for the coming school year. But it’s also my second top priority. (In the past four days, for example, I’ve given the PIT a sixteen hour day, a thirteen hour day, and today a twelve hour day…) Then school settles in somewhere around third priority. There’s NO reason for me to not get a solid 4.0 this semester. Then recreation / the house / Green Club / dating fills somewhere in the fourth priority area…

Ha. As an amusing side note, I’ve dated two girls in my 21 years of life … and I have classes with both of them this semester. Heh. Go figure.

Nyaar.

Did I mention? Before I left for the Winds / Tetons, I got my motorcycle working? And, did I mention, that before I left for the Winds / Tetons, it broke again? I don’t even know what could be wrong. I haven’t had the heart (much less the time) to investigate. I think I’m just going to winterize it, and think about it next spring. Then probably spend all of next summer fixing it again… hopefully fixing it right, this time… Why didn’t I just buy a Honda? Talk about a source of angst. Angst!

Two … two two two. (Sorry … internal train of thought, there.)

I almost told someone to have a good weekend today. Today, being Tuesday. I guess, somehow, in the back of my mind, it feels like it’s almost the weekend… Maybe that’s just the result of two eighteen hour days on campus…

Well, I think I’m going to go to bed. And I’ll probably set my alarm for late. If I sleep through Econ 302… who cares? And if I keep sleeping, and don’t make it to Econ 301… who cares? We’re just doing math review right now (not that my math couldn’t use a little review, but…).

That’s all. I can’t even think or something funny to add in conclusion So I’ll just let my words trail off to an angsty oblivion…

Ah. First day of classes. Mmm. I’ve been on campus since 8:00 a.m. this morning … and it’s 2:30 now … a.m., that is. This damn Procrastinator Theatre is consuming my life! Yaar!

On the positive side, though, I certainly fleshed out my knowledge of residential and commercial wiring systems … 120v … 240v … single-phase … three-phase … L14-30R plugs vs 5-15R plugs. You know. The usual. Oh, and I built a really sweet shelf / counter thing, out of the wood that my popper was shipped in (yeah… my popper came on a wooden pallet, in a crate. Had to get facility services to come pick it up from the SUB and drive it across campus, right down the middle of the mall, with a Gradall. It’s like a 200lb popper… retails for something like $4,000 and draws an obscene amount of power. Finally figured out how to power it, though (by splitting a 50amp 240v outlet). Just need to go to ACE tomorrow (ah, they know me by name!) and buy more obscenely overpriced connectors ($20-$30 for just a silly little connector!) tomorrow morning (say around 7:00 a.m.).

Oh, and on another positive side, I’m almost done hiring staff for the coming year. I’m really excited about the group of guys I’m going to have working for me: they’re all (seemingly) solid and bright. And they’re all film students, too, which I think is appropriate.

Anyhow. I’m going to go home tonight and sleep for a couple hours.

Because that’s how I like to start out a semester: pulling an almost-all-night-er on the first day of classes.

Rock it.

Not a classy pirate, mind you…

Yaar! First day of class… going to be a long semester. One, possibly two interesting classes … must motivate self to go. Do it, Mark. Get up in the morning. Go to class. Do it to it. er…

Spent some time in retrospection yesterday and realized: Damn, it was one great summer. From first to last, the summer’s been full of fun and laughs and adventures and activities. I’m really quite glad that I didn’t do anything worthwhile this summer. It was a wasted summer, yes, but as Berty (can I call Bertrand Russel … Berty? Sure!) points out: time one enjoys wasting isn’t wasted at all…

So yeah. Now I’m back in class. And blogging, because it’s really quite boring (don’t you HATE how the first day of class is always a waste … let me show you pictures of my dog … tell you about the time I spent teaching in Beijing … blah blah you-probably-can’t-read, so I’ll read-the-syllabus-for-you blah. I hate it… don’t waste my time. I’m paying for this. Don’t give a shit about your dog. Yaar…)

Driving back to Bozeman tonight, I came across a forest fire, outside of Sheridan. Like any rational person, I drove straight toward the fire. The result are some rather colorful photos.

By the time I made it half-way to the fire, though, my battery died, and I discovered that I didn’t have my spare. Yaar!

From north of Sheridan, looking back in the pitch-dark, the hillside looked like the fires of Mordor–glowing yellow and red in the night, billowing smoke, flaring as though to fill and consume the sky…

Feel free to browse through them at
http://picasaweb.google.com/markegge/20080812FireyPhotos