No Music Unfortunately

I am in a campus computer lab right now in between classes wasting time searching the internet. Thought I'd update my little internet baby.

The drive back to school Monday made me think of driving in Duluth in the middle of the Cold War. While Duluth is infinitely more depressing, the sky was overcast and dreary and really really boring. Wish Cindy could have driven back with me. Someone to talk to. If you've never been to Duluth, MN, don't go. It is horrible and I've only ever driven through it. The constant fart smell of the paper mills, the ALWAYS overcast and gray skies; the city has the highest suicide rate in the country, and it is clear as day when you see it. Plus, the roads are ridiculously confusing. Remember those toy car tracks that every little boy, including me, had in the 80's? The winding track that was remote powered or something that you could increase the speed of the little car faster and faster until the car flew off the track and killed everyone inside in a painful and fiery death? Well, aside from the hyperbole, that is what Duluth is like, except instead of just one windy, up-and-down road, there are ten and they all converge onto and away from multiple intersecting points. It may, in fact, be the gates of Hell. I'm looking into it.

I am reading a book on Ebola for a class and it scares the shit out of me. Granted, the book is ten years old -- but no new evidence has emerged to my knowledge -- but we have no idea where this Level 4 biohazard even comes from. The first modern case, in the early 70s, emerged from Kitum Cave in Mt. Elgon in Kenya, but that doesn't mean that's where it hides out since scientists have tried to locate it in there dozens of times. Anyway, the book is about the emergence of the disease and how it showed up in the D.C. area in the late 80's. It is the most horrifying disease I have ever heard of and I hope I never get it.

Why the hell is it so cold out? It is the end of APRIL!

I really have no respect for young people who wear those chunky two-cent digital watches that my grandpa's brother gets for free and mails me from Vegas. I don't mind nice, expensive digital watches, but those cheap ones that once you wear them make the plastic wristband smell like feet are disgusting.

Lately, I've been looking at other people's fingernails when I should be paying attention in class. I've come to the conclusion that I have oddly shaped fingernails and am abnormal.

Starting Wednesday, the Ebert Overlooked Film Festival will be taking up my time. Weds. is "All the Right Stuff," which I've already seen, but liked, and will see again and hear interesting people who made the film discuss it afterwards with everyone's favorite film critic. I hope he brings his wife Chazz again.

Here's to warmer weather.