2004-05-11 - 4:20 PM

Sunday night, went with Andrew over to Dan's house. Dan of "Fucking spawn-camper" fame. We double-dashed, we haloed, we melee'd. Yeah. We gamed a lot. He painted his windows black, to block out the unholy scareball. His mom told us about this weird sub-species of chimp that's never been documentaried (I'm just making up verbs as I go along, it's fun), because they love something up every 15 seconds. Others, legs, trees, piles of leaves, their hands... And how do you FILM that?

Trey Parker once said that he invented Terrence and Phillip because someone accused his flagship creation, South Park, of being nothing but a bunch of poor animation and fart jokes. You know. So he could go "No... THAT'S just bad animation and fart jokes."

Kinda makes you wonder.

Last night I was sort of bored, tired, lonely... So I got up and went for a walk. It was just around dusk, a soft warm wind blasting through the reds and purples and pinks and oranges of the setting sun. There weren't any clouds, but it smelled like rain. I quietly went back inside, yanked a cigarette out of Matt's room, ending my month and a half streak... Just this once, though. It was a moment, an hour-long wild and crazy and soft and profound moment, that just called for it. Just required it.

So I walked, and got a burger down on campus, and ambled back up. Still warm, 70's, 80's, about 8 or 9 at night, the sky wasn't a rainbow wash anymore, it was a deep, insane sort of indigo blue. I called Eddie, we went coffee snobbering at the Xchange. It being the beginning if finals week, it was a curious blend of students and snobs. Either they were there because caffeine makes information taste better, or they were trying vehemently to look as though they belonged there.

I swear to god, Coffee Snobs. They try to be subtle about it, maybe venturing out in a turtleneck and ordering something with at most 4 qualifiers (extra foam, 2 pumps butterscotch, you know, whatever), sitting on the couch and being quiet... But you know, in their heads, they're leaning against the bar wearing sunglasses that don't block out any sunlight whatsoever, a drooping leather jacket over colorful skintight clothing and boots made out of some animal on the endangered species list, incapable of any form of non-drink-ordering communication other than a head-bobbing, alluring-smiled "ciaaoooo..."

Did you know caffeine in it's pure form is white powder? Makes sense, probably how the whole fascist subculture started.

I'm just sayin'.

-Alex

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