The Returning Resident Renewal program here at USC (sounds like some kind of recycling program) is as convoluted and bureaucratic as anything else the university has to offer. I was hoping for a better (subjective term around here) apartment next year. I ended up signing a contract for the exact same room that I have now. But hope is not lost—the reassignment procedure begins on the 31st. Bully!

Composer Alan Williams was tonight’s guest in David Bondelevitch’s Directing the Composer Class. I, as the PA, ran the board from the control room, of course. Nice guy, he’s done a lot of stuff, especially Imax. The IMS TV paled in comparison to the 140mm projection system we’re supposed to use with his music, but it still went okay. 🙂

I encountered the Presidential motorcade twice today. Once at about 1700 and the next at roughly 1830. Both on the same street, Adams. Once going to the Shrine—apparently for a fundraiser—and another leaving it. That Bush fellow shure creates one heck of a mess wherever he goes. There were several hundred protesters there tonight. What were they protesting? Who knows. Maybe the traffic jam he creates whenever he goes somewhere. 🙂 Sheesh.

Okay, I’m in that strange place right now where you’re too tired to do anything, not tired enough to go to sleep, too hungry to not eat anything, and not motivated enough to make anything to eat. I thought I could come to me home on the web and make an entry about it but expressing my mental state is only exasperating the situation so I think I’ll go now. :)

I shot him because of the glare of the sun on the hot sand. 😄

Okay, and excuse me if I’m blunt, but what the hell is up with those freaky animated rodents on Quiznos commercials? It looks like something out of a poorly implemented underground flash animation webring. Okay, there, I’ve said it. I’ve gotten it off my chest and I feel better now. Your thoughts on these freaky rodent things?

So dB’s 473 class and I are watching the complete Empire Strikes Back last night and right when the mynoks start flying around the Millenium Falcon in the asteriod this huge ol’ moth starts dive-bombing us. Now I usually don’t mind most insects, but moths just creep me out. They’re stupid, ugly, clumsy, and this one was biiiig. It settled down after the action sequence, though, possibly having been riled up out of support for its larger space based brethren.