March 15, 1999. Monday.
Well, I never got to finish
yesterday's entry, so I'll do that now. I had a rather treacherous
drive back to DC last night. It was a rather snowy, slow drive. Before
I left, I stopped by Wal-Mart to pick up some pictures. While I was
standing there at the counter, an old, disgrunteld, crotchety man walked
up to the counter, pen in one hand, film envelope in another. Addressing
no one in particular, he asked, "What's the date today?" It kinda
reminded me of the scene in a Christmas Carol.
Anyway, he kept asking "what's the date?" He was cleary very agitated.
"You people should put a calendar up here so people know what's going on!"
he exclaimed. Buddy, if you don't even know what fucking day of the
week it is, I don't think a calendar is going to help you figure out "what's
going on." Can you believe this shit? This guy can't even look
at a paper or turn on a TV or something to attempt to find out "what's
going on," and he think's it's someone else's fault? C'mon
now. I can't believe he was actually able to use a camera, let alone
finding out about the magical process of developing film. But
sadly, this guy wasn't the stupidest person I've seen trying to develop
film. At least this guy realized that it wasn't like magic or something.
A few months ago I saw some guy completely befuddled because he dropped
off his film a few days ago and couldn't find it. After about 10
minutes talking to the guy at the counter, the counter guy asked him, "What
was the name on the envelope?" Know what the guy said? "Envelope...?"
I mean, Damn!
Anyway, i almost ran into
a truck sideways yesterday. I had to pass him because he was throwing
slush all over my windshield, so i thought fuck it and went for the
pass. Of course, there was an inch of slush on the ground and only
a very thin groove in the slush to safely drive through without sliding.
And of course i slid out of the groove and toward the truck. After twenty
seconds of slipping and sliding I finanlly managed to pass him. I
guess i was on a pretty steady adrenaline kick during the time i was in
peril, because as soon as I was out of immediate danger, my pulse sky-rocketted
and I couldn't breath. But it was good to know that my body is still
functioning properly in many regards.
Along the way, several movies
came to mind. One was Fargo, a good, if overrated, movie.
But it was an early point of mutual interest for
Rodzilla
and I, so it holds particular sentimental value. Especially the scene with
the Japanese guy. I rememeber watching it with her last July, after
a few months of noncommunication. I don't know about her, but it helped
make things a little less weird by reminding me how much fun we'd had before.
Getting back to the point, the deserted road and the low visibility reminded
me a lot of the movie, cos there's some scenes that were just like that.
There was also a car right behind me that did a 360 in the road. That was
actaully pretty cool. I don't know if the driver was doing it on purpose,
because it looked like he was kinda having fun with it after a while.
A fews mile down the road,
I saw a rather surreal sight. On both sides of the highway, in the
median and the shoulder, the roadside was littered with cars. Some
had had pretty serious wrecks, others just skidded off the road.
I reminded me a lot of that scene in Gone With the Wind where the
camera pans over the battlfield, covered with the dead and wounded.
I've never actually seen the whole movie, but that scene is pretty famous.
For you kids out there, it also reminded me of the episode of The
Simpsons where Homer picks up a free trampoline and all the
kids come over to use it and after a while they all get injured in accidents
on the tramp. It's a funny parody of Gone With the Wind
as Marge surveys the damage, especially how they make the Simpson's backyard
so enormous.
I had a series of weird dreams
last night. One actually involved my roomate Berry.
It was weird. Anyway, I also had a long series of deceptive dreams
about grad school. during the course of the night, i had many instances
that told me that I had been admitted. But each time I was weary
that it was all a dream, so I kept looking for proof. It was my first lucid
dream in a while. But in the end i lost, and was convinced that it
was real. Of course i was in the shower when I was overcome by profound
dissappointment. I hate this kind of dream foreshadowing. My
mind has a terrific sense of irony. Like last night during my 4-hour drive
back, it finally stopped snowing and started raining. "Great," i
thought ," at least now the snow will melt. Finally, some luck."
Just as i finished this thought, what happens? I gigantic flash of
lightning blinds me for a second. Can you believe that shit? So I'm
t thinking that this dream means exactly the opposite of what it was portraying.
Fuck.
-----> Insert "Ides of March" warning
here<---------
I just got word that it's supposed to be 70 degrees
here by Thursday. Hallelujah. Of course the Eeyore in me says : "Of course,
the warmer weather will make you really uncomfortable since you have to
wear sucha ridiculous shirt and tie get-up everyday. Sigh....
I'm using
Claris Homepage to edit this. I'm already finding it annoying. Let's hope
it has some redeaming
qualities. It's very, very annoying and
is making this sort of a chore.
Anyway,
I'm on the phone with Nora right now. She's "doing something she's
not supposed to be doing."
She's kinda copping and attitude. No she's
gone.
In Entertainment News, I got the new Jellybricks
cd from my brother this weekend. I would recommend it if you
like pop/rock music. It's supposed to be
at you local Tower Records, so give it a whirl.
There was
something else i wanted to get out of my head and onto hear, but i can't
remember it right now,
and this program is giving me a fucking headache.
I shoulda know better than to use something that Claris made.
Even though I'm a Mac guy. Maybe if i were
an even bigger dork than i am, I'd know these things.
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