and various weirdness

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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