september

The internets have abandoned me, but I have returned.

Some updates:

Took my old computer apart, and inherited another. I use a laptop running Win98SE for school. People give me weird looks behind their chrome Macbook Pros, and wonder "What is that?!" I'm sure when Win98 was new that they were probably just leaving the 6th grade. I'm collecting old DOS games to ease the tension. Play Nethack. Google it. My telepathic caveman died on the 7th level.

I'm becoming more irrelevant everyday. No one understands my jokes at work, and they probably see me as a modern version of a village idiot. I'm waiting for the deus ex machina to come down from the ceiling to fix the situation, and save me from ending my own life.

School is going along. This semester isn't as hard as the last few I've had. I should probably be reading a book right now. I've got like 12 I should be reading. I read during my lunch breaks, and when I'm zoning out in class.

Autopilot: When everything is replaced in a blur and loss of any recollection of time and space occurs. It happens when I'm driving... I come home or arrive at school and don't remember how I got there. Autopilot hits when I'm sitting in class, staring at something and realize that class is already over, and I don't remember anything.

I've picked a topic for my thesis. I'm going to study the southwestern expedition of Francisco Vasquez de Coronado. When I told Nat she told me that I was boring. Come on! They made it to freaking KANSAS! Nat rolled her eyes. Right now I'm trying to find some sources to help me research the topic, and form a thesis that I will work on for the next year or so.

There's a new sandwich place a block away from our condo. They opened up about a week ago, and the buzz was that they were pretty good. I demand quality from any sandwich so we had to go down and try it out. I ate a prosciutto and provolone on ciabatta bread. It was great. We walked to reduce our carbon footprint. Somewhere across the infinite expanse of space I thought I could hear a polar bear laughing at us.

We're planning a trip to the Dugway geode beds. In a couple of weeks we are going to the middle of nowhere to dig up geodes and crack 'em open. I'm sure garit knows how geodes are made: there's a little button on the side of his hover_science_jector that creates them. When pressed it ejects a perfect HD geode by the power of science. They melt in your mouth, not it your hands.

Am I taking crazy pills?! Am I the only one that sees the word GIMMICK stamped across Sarah Palin's forehead? Its like a bad movie and Macaulay Culkin is there, and you know that all logic left the room, and you leave the theater thinking, "I paid $8.50 for that?!". Yes! You did!

People talk too loud.