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?

My server’s front web page is getting hundreds upon hundreds of hits. My counter says I’m racking ‘em up. So why does it feel like my server is in a little corner of the internet? Actually, I like it that way. Unfortunately, Google found my site so it may not stay that way for long. Heck, people, it’s only on a cable modem right now! Upstream rates are mediocre at best. Okay, I admit, I submitted my site to Google. Shame on me.

In other news, I bought Avenue Q at the iTunes music store today. Talk about instant gratification! It was both instant and gratifying. I don’t mind having instant downloads even though it may stand against some part of my philosophy; I can justify it by saying I didn’t buy a CD so no plastic wasted, I didn’t drive to a store so no petroleum products wasted. I delayed entropy by saving energy. But most importantly of all, it’s funny and I enjoy the music. So beat that with a stick. Ha.

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.

So I’m walking home EB on Adams from Hoover after dropping off some Netflix films in the corner mail box when I hear a “screeech”—I turn around quickly to witness a crash with a satisfying and disturbing crunching & squealing noise; a dk red Nissan sedan hits the RR fender of a white Geo Tracker as it makes a lt turn onto NB Hover from Adams as the light turns red. Someone else calls 911 and LAFD arrives code 3 a few minutes later. Both drivers are okay and I stick around to be a witness for LAPD after LAFD leaves, but the drivers work it out amongst themselves so no report taken. Turns out the driver of the white vehicle is a teacher who went to USC film school many years ago and has lived in the neighborhood ever since—and says he’s never had any problems in 16 years living in the area (inferring that this is because of the top-rated police force in the area), whereas compared to when he lived in Silverlake his house was broken into three times. At any rate, I do get a couple stills of the aftermath on 5274 for cinematography class. I wonder how they’ll turn out.

As I near the tuition deadline for the Spring 2004 semester, I find myself saying, “I have to register and pay for a class that I’m not going to take because I can’t register and pay for a class that I am going to take.” Anyone who knows the hassles of USC’s D-clearance and registration system knows what I’m talking about.

…can you hear a tire screech, metal/glass cunching/shattering, and then more squealing as an engine revs and fades away, only to rush outside to find no sign of an accident besides the sound of debris on the road as passing cars drive over it.

Second-rate toilet paper: something about it just rubs me the wrong way.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted an update. The Southern California October 2003 Wildfires have come and gone, the weather has turned colder, and Streakers has gone from production into post-production. I will most likely not have time to post another update for quite a while, and I apologize if this one isn’t quite really up to snuff. I’m doing my best, but this blog thing is really last on my priority list.

And that’s pretty much it. Sorry to disappoint. I’ll see you in December, perhaps?