Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Extra! Extra!
Tales from the Real now has its own webpage, so you can see all the parts together. Sorry about the ads -- someday they'll restart Blogspot Plus and I'll be able to host the page here.
Tales from the real, pt. 5
Also, I wrote a haiku:
Hello, truck driver!
Please refrain from hitting me
while I cross the street.
But wait! There's more! I finally sent my resume to somebody last night, so maybe I'll get a job soon. Now I just need to send it to more somebodies. And if I get the job in Marina del Rey, I found the COOLEST apartment -- or should I say aboatment? I think living on a sailboat would be keen, don't you? So cross your fingers.
Current Music: The Shins, Chutes Too Narrow
Current Mood: sailboat!
Tales from the Real now has its own webpage, so you can see all the parts together. Sorry about the ads -- someday they'll restart Blogspot Plus and I'll be able to host the page here.
Tales from the real, pt. 5
Also, I wrote a haiku:
Hello, truck driver!
Please refrain from hitting me
while I cross the street.
But wait! There's more! I finally sent my resume to somebody last night, so maybe I'll get a job soon. Now I just need to send it to more somebodies. And if I get the job in Marina del Rey, I found the COOLEST apartment -- or should I say aboatment? I think living on a sailboat would be keen, don't you? So cross your fingers.
Current Music: The Shins, Chutes Too Narrow
Current Mood: sailboat!
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Well, today was my 22nd birthday. I got flowers from my mom and Lori's mom, which was very sweet. Although, Lori's mom also gave me a $100 bill, which I haven't the faintest idea how to thank her for. "Thank you" would work, I guess. It's just ... wow. My parents gave me that much. Um, yeah. Anyway I lounged around and finished reading my book, Magician's Ward by Patricia Wrede (I started reading it when I was 10 and just got around to finishing it -- I like to take my time with these things), and then Lori's mom, who was visiting for Lori's gallery opening yesterday and softball game today, came by to take us to the beach. We rode the roller coaster (the "West Coaster," ha ha) at the Santa Monica Pier and then drove out to Melrose and went to what we thought was an Italian restaurant. It had a red, white and green awning, and it was called "Antonio's." Sounds Italiany, yes? But the flag colors and name are shared by both Italians and Mexicans, so we had really good Mexican food instead. Mole! I can't believe chile-infused chocolate sauce tastes so good. It's just wrong. And then we wandered over a few blocks to the tiny park where Lori's church softball team was playing the team from the natural history museum. It was soooo nice there. The sun was setting, so the heat slacked off a bit (above 100 today) and there was a breeze, and soccer children and their moms everywhere. Lori got a run at the very end of the game, so that was exciting. And now I'm home. Ta da!
it's pronounced MO-lay
it's pronounced MO-lay
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Just when I think I'm doing fine ...
I went to Starbucks for something cold to drink because it's hot outside and I was feeling kind of blah, and I decided to be daring and order a new "cafe vanilla" frappuccino. The store was packed, mostly people studying for exams I guess. Anyway the guy put a white drink on the counter but didn't say who it belonged to, and it just sat there for five minutes until he came back, looked irritated, picked it up and shouted "MEG!" And I was like "hunh?" but I went up to him and ...
me: I ordered a cafe vanilla
guy: that's it
me: no, cafe vanilla
guy: that's it right there
me: but there's no coffee in this
and then the guy just turned away, and I could feel everyone looking at me, so I took the stupid plain vanilla frappuccino and left. And then I cried, all the way home. Because I wanted coffee.
I hate everything
I went to Starbucks for something cold to drink because it's hot outside and I was feeling kind of blah, and I decided to be daring and order a new "cafe vanilla" frappuccino. The store was packed, mostly people studying for exams I guess. Anyway the guy put a white drink on the counter but didn't say who it belonged to, and it just sat there for five minutes until he came back, looked irritated, picked it up and shouted "MEG!" And I was like "hunh?" but I went up to him and ...
me: I ordered a cafe vanilla
guy: that's it
me: no, cafe vanilla
guy: that's it right there
me: but there's no coffee in this
and then the guy just turned away, and I could feel everyone looking at me, so I took the stupid plain vanilla frappuccino and left. And then I cried, all the way home. Because I wanted coffee.
I hate everything
Friday, April 23, 2004
Woo! I got Gmail! Thank you, blogger.com! They have some kind of partnership with Google (see that ad bar at the top of this page?), so I get to be a Gmail beta tester. Gmail, for those of you currently residing under rocks, is Google's new e-mail service, or it will be soon, anyway. There's a lot of buzz around it, one because it's Google, and two because you get A GIG (yes, that's 1000 megabytes) of storage. "Never delete messages again," says the site. Drop me a line!
mlasswell (at) gmail.com <-- note that my last name is spelled correctly, unlike my usc account
I've been downloading a lot the past couple of days. It's great. You've gotta pay attention to it, and tweak things periodically, but c'mon, it's FREE STUFF. It's like shopping, only for free! Which really makes it stealing, but let's not argue semantics. Anyway my defense is that I'm downloading things that aren't available to buy. Really the only people I'm ripping off are the comics resellers, and in a couple of cases I've actually gone and bought old issues of the comics I really liked, so there. Mmm, free.
Yesterday I saw an ad for lawn fertilizer, and I was suddenly overcome by the desire to tend a lawn of my own someday. Whatever keeps me around, I guess.
Current Music: Frou Frou, Let Go
Current Mood: larceny-tastic!
mlasswell (at) gmail.com <-- note that my last name is spelled correctly, unlike my usc account
I've been downloading a lot the past couple of days. It's great. You've gotta pay attention to it, and tweak things periodically, but c'mon, it's FREE STUFF. It's like shopping, only for free! Which really makes it stealing, but let's not argue semantics. Anyway my defense is that I'm downloading things that aren't available to buy. Really the only people I'm ripping off are the comics resellers, and in a couple of cases I've actually gone and bought old issues of the comics I really liked, so there. Mmm, free.
Yesterday I saw an ad for lawn fertilizer, and I was suddenly overcome by the desire to tend a lawn of my own someday. Whatever keeps me around, I guess.
Current Music: Frou Frou, Let Go
Current Mood: larceny-tastic!
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
They just keep coming! I am a font of comedic genius!
Tales from the Real, pt. 5
In other news, I had to move my car early this morning for street cleaning, and I was headed to Starbucks when I was waylaid by a craving for actual food. This has never happened before, so I was mightily confused. I think it's an evil republican plot!
mmm, thank you denny's
Tales from the Real, pt. 5
In other news, I had to move my car early this morning for street cleaning, and I was headed to Starbucks when I was waylaid by a craving for actual food. This has never happened before, so I was mightily confused. I think it's an evil republican plot!
mmm, thank you denny's
Monday, April 19, 2004
Well I got a complaint about not posting my thoughts on Young Adam, Ewan McGregor's latest flick, rated NC-17, so here is a shout-out to my homeboy Rick. I have to admit that I really only went to see it because of the rating and the fact that Ewan's in it and I happen to know he has no problems getting nekkid on camera *blush* but you know, whatever. At least I'm honest about it. There was not a whole lot of plot to speak of, but that wasn't really the point of the film. It was a quietly atmospheric character study focused on a shiftless young Glasgow barge-worker. The cinematography was beautiful, and Ewan's acting was great, although it consisted mostly of looking inscrutable and having sordid sexual encounters. Tilda Swinton, though, was incredible as the bargeman's wife, toughened by her hard life but still wanting to be wanted. Anyway I enjoyed it, but I'd only recommend it if you'd want to see it for the same reasons I did, namely because OMFG Ewan McGregor is so hot. (ahem)
And then there's tonight's little adventure, wherein I went to see the first screening of Coffee and Cigarettes, the latest work by Jim Jarmusch (Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai, Dead Man, Down by Law, etc.). He's been doing these little vignettes, which are each about five minutes long and take place over, yes, coffee and cigarettes, since Saturday Night Live funded the first one in 1986. There are 11 of them now ("enough songs for an album," said Jim), and they've been collected in this movie. It's odd pairings of various semi-famous people, basically. The conversations were scripted, but there's a lot of improvisation also. It's an absolutely brilliant thing, much like Jarmusch's earlier film, Out of the Blue. One of my favorite scenes was with Cate Blanchett and her "cousin," who I found out was also actually Cate. The acting in that scene is just, wow. You'd think they split Cate in two and had her talk to herself, the performances are so nuanced and responsive. The original SNL-funded one, with Steven Wright and Roberto Benigni, is also great. "I like to drink a lot of coffee before I go to bed," says Wright. "It makes me dream faster." And then there was a Q-and-A, which I have to say was a lot cooler than the one with Kevin Smith. Jim Jarmusch fans are just cooler than Kevin Smith fans, I guess. Maybe it's because he's not as well known. Anyway Jim's hilarious, and he just seems like the neatest person ever. I need to go see more of his movies now.
Ooh, and at the end, Jim was like "I'm going to embarrass some people in the audience now: Wim Wenders, (some guy I'd never heard of), and Eddie Izzard are here tonight," and everybody started peering around excitedly. Now, I don't know what Wim Wenders or that other guy look like, but as I was walking out I totally passed like 5 feet from Eddie Izzard. Woo! I'm the coolest kid on my block.
Current Music: nada
Current Mood: la, la, la
Jan Vermeer's best painting, "Girl with Dead Bill." 'Nuff said, I think.
And then there's tonight's little adventure, wherein I went to see the first screening of Coffee and Cigarettes, the latest work by Jim Jarmusch (Ghost Dog: Way of the Samurai, Dead Man, Down by Law, etc.). He's been doing these little vignettes, which are each about five minutes long and take place over, yes, coffee and cigarettes, since Saturday Night Live funded the first one in 1986. There are 11 of them now ("enough songs for an album," said Jim), and they've been collected in this movie. It's odd pairings of various semi-famous people, basically. The conversations were scripted, but there's a lot of improvisation also. It's an absolutely brilliant thing, much like Jarmusch's earlier film, Out of the Blue. One of my favorite scenes was with Cate Blanchett and her "cousin," who I found out was also actually Cate. The acting in that scene is just, wow. You'd think they split Cate in two and had her talk to herself, the performances are so nuanced and responsive. The original SNL-funded one, with Steven Wright and Roberto Benigni, is also great. "I like to drink a lot of coffee before I go to bed," says Wright. "It makes me dream faster." And then there was a Q-and-A, which I have to say was a lot cooler than the one with Kevin Smith. Jim Jarmusch fans are just cooler than Kevin Smith fans, I guess. Maybe it's because he's not as well known. Anyway Jim's hilarious, and he just seems like the neatest person ever. I need to go see more of his movies now.
Ooh, and at the end, Jim was like "I'm going to embarrass some people in the audience now: Wim Wenders, (some guy I'd never heard of), and Eddie Izzard are here tonight," and everybody started peering around excitedly. Now, I don't know what Wim Wenders or that other guy look like, but as I was walking out I totally passed like 5 feet from Eddie Izzard. Woo! I'm the coolest kid on my block.
Current Music: nada
Current Mood: la, la, la
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Jan Vermeer's best painting, "Girl with Dead Bill." 'Nuff said, I think.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Tax day! Oh joy! No, actually, um ... *vomits on your shoes*
Yeah. And stuff. My mother made me call to tele-file a form 4868, so I'll have until August to get my shit together and file for real. At least I don't have to actually pay anything this year. I'll just get a refund check, come summer. Whee. I think I'll buy a camera. A Fuji Finepix S5000, to be precise. Mmm.
Of course, I'll be living in a box downtown by that point, so I'll have to take a break from selling my body for crack to go over to Samy's Camera on Fairfax. Won't that be fun?
Current Music: The Shins, Saint Simon
Current Mood: ... "god damned IRS muthafuckas"
Yeah. And stuff. My mother made me call to tele-file a form 4868, so I'll have until August to get my shit together and file for real. At least I don't have to actually pay anything this year. I'll just get a refund check, come summer. Whee. I think I'll buy a camera. A Fuji Finepix S5000, to be precise. Mmm.
Of course, I'll be living in a box downtown by that point, so I'll have to take a break from selling my body for crack to go over to Samy's Camera on Fairfax. Won't that be fun?
Current Music: The Shins, Saint Simon
Current Mood: ... "god damned IRS muthafuckas"
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
I'm too lazy by far to write this all out again. I went to see a showing of "Clerks" at the Arclight theater Tuesday. There was a Q and A with Kevin Smith and friends afterward for the 10th anniversary DVD of the movie, which'll be out in October.
Master Abernathy: so I saw kevin smith
Master Abernathy: and jason mewes
Anakin722: was he clean & sober?
Master Abernathy: he may not have had anything to drink, but man, he was
acting strangely
Master Abernathy: very, very ill at ease
Anakin722: so how was it?
Anakin722: kevin is usually very funny
Master Abernathy: he was great
Master Abernathy: but man, almost all of those people asking questions
... oy vey
Master Abernathy: it makes me feel very cool and well adjusted
Master Abernathy: kevin pretty much took it in stride, though
Master Abernathy: I hope they keep the part where he told one idiot to
"go sit the fuck back down"
Anakin722: what was that in response to?
Master Abernathy: the guy just wouldn't shut up
Master Abernathy: you know, typical class-clown type, doesn't care if he
sounds retarded or that everyone hates him, as long as people are
watching him
Master Abernathy: and then there was the dumpy middle-aged woman dressed
entirely in black, with a black beret and a giant wad of curly red hair
Master Abernathy: "oh kevin, how did you get so cute? you're like a big
teddy bear!" ... that was her question.
Anakin722: what a GREAT question
Master Abernathy: kevin was like "um, I eat a lot of twinkies? it's not
cute, it's fat."
Anakin722: did you use my question?
Master Abernathy: no, somebody asked that, but then most of the crowd
was like "read the box!"
Master Abernathy: kevin said dante is basically who he was, and randall
is based on his friend brian, which is who he wanted to be
Master Abernathy: did you know he actually worked in that quick stop at
the time?
Master Abernathy: he'd work there during the day and then they'd film
all night
Anakin722: yeah
Anakin722: so what did you ask?
Master Abernathy: oh, nothing
Master Abernathy: I sat quietly and watched the sideshow
Master Abernathy: man, kevin was tearing into those people
Master Abernathy: not that they didn't deserve it
Anakin722: I'm sure someone asked the inevitable sequel question
Anakin722: or whined for a return to the Askew-niverse
Anakin722: while complaining how Jersey Girl sucked
Master Abernathy: nobody mentioned jersey girl, actually
Anakin722: I still want to see JG
Master Abernathy: they threatened us on pain of death that all questions
had better be clerks-related
Master Abernathy: and somebody did ask the sequel question, and kevin
was like "well, what do you guys want?" and everybody cheered, and he
said "so, yes"
Master Abernathy: ooo! NAVY seals!
Anakin722: "how much is this?" (big 99 cent sign pointing to it)
Master Abernathy: "I could do without the customers at the video store"
Master Abernathy: "which ones?"
Master Abernathy: "all of them"
Anakin722: "what's your cat's name?"
Anakin722: "annoying customer"
Master Abernathy: so I saw kevin smith
Master Abernathy: and jason mewes
Anakin722: was he clean & sober?
Master Abernathy: he may not have had anything to drink, but man, he was
acting strangely
Master Abernathy: very, very ill at ease
Anakin722: so how was it?
Anakin722: kevin is usually very funny
Master Abernathy: he was great
Master Abernathy: but man, almost all of those people asking questions
... oy vey
Master Abernathy: it makes me feel very cool and well adjusted
Master Abernathy: kevin pretty much took it in stride, though
Master Abernathy: I hope they keep the part where he told one idiot to
"go sit the fuck back down"
Anakin722: what was that in response to?
Master Abernathy: the guy just wouldn't shut up
Master Abernathy: you know, typical class-clown type, doesn't care if he
sounds retarded or that everyone hates him, as long as people are
watching him
Master Abernathy: and then there was the dumpy middle-aged woman dressed
entirely in black, with a black beret and a giant wad of curly red hair
Master Abernathy: "oh kevin, how did you get so cute? you're like a big
teddy bear!" ... that was her question.
Anakin722: what a GREAT question
Master Abernathy: kevin was like "um, I eat a lot of twinkies? it's not
cute, it's fat."
Anakin722: did you use my question?
Master Abernathy: no, somebody asked that, but then most of the crowd
was like "read the box!"
Master Abernathy: kevin said dante is basically who he was, and randall
is based on his friend brian, which is who he wanted to be
Master Abernathy: did you know he actually worked in that quick stop at
the time?
Master Abernathy: he'd work there during the day and then they'd film
all night
Anakin722: yeah
Anakin722: so what did you ask?
Master Abernathy: oh, nothing
Master Abernathy: I sat quietly and watched the sideshow
Master Abernathy: man, kevin was tearing into those people
Master Abernathy: not that they didn't deserve it
Anakin722: I'm sure someone asked the inevitable sequel question
Anakin722: or whined for a return to the Askew-niverse
Anakin722: while complaining how Jersey Girl sucked
Master Abernathy: nobody mentioned jersey girl, actually
Anakin722: I still want to see JG
Master Abernathy: they threatened us on pain of death that all questions
had better be clerks-related
Master Abernathy: and somebody did ask the sequel question, and kevin
was like "well, what do you guys want?" and everybody cheered, and he
said "so, yes"
Master Abernathy: ooo! NAVY seals!
Anakin722: "how much is this?" (big 99 cent sign pointing to it)
Master Abernathy: "I could do without the customers at the video store"
Master Abernathy: "which ones?"
Master Abernathy: "all of them"
Anakin722: "what's your cat's name?"
Anakin722: "annoying customer"
Monday, April 12, 2004
So I spent the past couple of days holed up in my apartment, playing video games. Well, game, actually. I got Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance 2 from Gamefly the other day. Funny how, if you play 9-12 hours a day, it only takes three days to beat the game, can you imagine? Me and my moon-elf necromancer tore it up, and now I'm playing through again in extreme mode, because I'm a sick, sick puppy. I grew really fond of my character after a while -- he's grouchy, and used to be evil, but lost his memory in a battle with his tutor and now wanders around keeping the world from ending. I started another character, a drow priestess of some sort, to play a game with Lori (she, of course, is a dwarf, haha) (I'm mean, don't listen to me), but she's kind of a bitch. My drow, not Lori (well, unless she hasn't been fed recently). I guess that's what one should expect from those dark elf types. Right, so I have no life. Moving on ...
This drawing thing gets easier the more I do it. I'm sure that comes as a shock to no one but me. I live in hope that if I keep at it, someday I'll have developed a marginal talent. In the meantime, I've been scoping out tons of webcomics. Man, there are a lot of crappy comics out there. What interests me, though, is what makes a good comic. Some of the coolest -- White Ninja Comics, explodingdog -- have very simple art, and others -- The Repository of Dangerous Things -- have art that's iffy but sincere, backed by great storylines. Some comics are just pretty, and I like them despite the fickle writing. The bad ones, though ... oh man. They can be summed up with one word: PRETENTIOUS. Clearly, the author/artist thinks they're great. Too great for, say, spell-checking and plots, things of that nature. I don't want to be like that. Spike (see link to yer left) remains my favorite to date. That girl is sharp, man, and no mean talent artistically, either. Also she was really nice when I met her at Comic-Con, and answers her mail (brownie points).
This is going to be the longest post ever. That's what happens when I don't write for five days.
Lori and I went to see Hellboy again, because it's such a fun movie. I went in expecting very little from it the first time, because the trailers looked really schlocky, but I kept hearing good things about it, so I didn't write it off completely. It was clearly Guillermo del Toro's version of the story, but it did what it did very well, I thought. People who haven't read the comics didn't like it. People who expected it to be completely true to the comics didn't like it. I was expecting crap, and instead got a tongue-in-cheek ode to an amazing series. I hear somebody's thinking about making a Preacher movie, how cool would that be? Well, it could be terrible, but that's the risk you run.
god damned zombie pirates!
This drawing thing gets easier the more I do it. I'm sure that comes as a shock to no one but me. I live in hope that if I keep at it, someday I'll have developed a marginal talent. In the meantime, I've been scoping out tons of webcomics. Man, there are a lot of crappy comics out there. What interests me, though, is what makes a good comic. Some of the coolest -- White Ninja Comics, explodingdog -- have very simple art, and others -- The Repository of Dangerous Things -- have art that's iffy but sincere, backed by great storylines. Some comics are just pretty, and I like them despite the fickle writing. The bad ones, though ... oh man. They can be summed up with one word: PRETENTIOUS. Clearly, the author/artist thinks they're great. Too great for, say, spell-checking and plots, things of that nature. I don't want to be like that. Spike (see link to yer left) remains my favorite to date. That girl is sharp, man, and no mean talent artistically, either. Also she was really nice when I met her at Comic-Con, and answers her mail (brownie points).
This is going to be the longest post ever. That's what happens when I don't write for five days.
Lori and I went to see Hellboy again, because it's such a fun movie. I went in expecting very little from it the first time, because the trailers looked really schlocky, but I kept hearing good things about it, so I didn't write it off completely. It was clearly Guillermo del Toro's version of the story, but it did what it did very well, I thought. People who haven't read the comics didn't like it. People who expected it to be completely true to the comics didn't like it. I was expecting crap, and instead got a tongue-in-cheek ode to an amazing series. I hear somebody's thinking about making a Preacher movie, how cool would that be? Well, it could be terrible, but that's the risk you run.
god damned zombie pirates!
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
a lame comic extravaganza
I keep doing these, for some reason. My life is so amusing I have to share, I guess. I feel better when I record events that don't suck. Anyway, Lori and I went to see Hellboy with Sara's little bro Theo -- he's exceptionally cool, for a 14-year-old -- and I've drawn him much smaller than he actually is because I was trying to make him look young. He's about half an inch taller than me, now. Grumble grumble whippersnapper. Part four concerns a certain ill-fated sandwich of mine.
Tales from the real, pt. 3
Tales from the real, pt. 4
Current Music: Fiona Apple, A Mistake
Current Mood: somewhat less awful
I keep doing these, for some reason. My life is so amusing I have to share, I guess. I feel better when I record events that don't suck. Anyway, Lori and I went to see Hellboy with Sara's little bro Theo -- he's exceptionally cool, for a 14-year-old -- and I've drawn him much smaller than he actually is because I was trying to make him look young. He's about half an inch taller than me, now. Grumble grumble whippersnapper. Part four concerns a certain ill-fated sandwich of mine.
Tales from the real, pt. 3
Tales from the real, pt. 4
Current Music: Fiona Apple, A Mistake
Current Mood: somewhat less awful
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
I hurt so bad, in the middle. I want to cry all the time, but I don't, so there's this teary ache behind my eyes that won't go away. My dad called five times Saturday before I turned my phone off so the ringing wouldn't drive me crazy. Crazier. There are irritated e-mails in my inbox from my parents and advisor, asking what I'm going to do and why I won't talk to them. At least, I think that's what they say. I can barely bring myself to look at them. Pretending I'm fine, trying to act normal -- it's wearing me so thin, I can't even convince myself anymore that I'm getting better. Is this what the rest of my life is going to be like, little windows of hope surrounded by this dragging, scraping hurt?
Current Music: Mum, Finally We Are No One
Current Mood: ouch
Current Music: Mum, Finally We Are No One
Current Mood: ouch
Friday, April 02, 2004
time for a poem of dubious quality:
Devourer of Worlds
The moon turned, its face drawn
I ate the stars, then, one by one
Their light burned, was soon gone
I think that next I'll eat the sun
Its ember, too, will quickly die
And leave here just the moon and I
In the cold, empty sky
---
I had a vision last night of myself as the wolves of Ragnarok, crashing over the earth in a wave of darkness. My metaphors are muddled, but my intentions are good.
says me
Devourer of Worlds
The moon turned, its face drawn
I ate the stars, then, one by one
Their light burned, was soon gone
I think that next I'll eat the sun
Its ember, too, will quickly die
And leave here just the moon and I
In the cold, empty sky
---
I had a vision last night of myself as the wolves of Ragnarok, crashing over the earth in a wave of darkness. My metaphors are muddled, but my intentions are good.
says me
Thursday, April 01, 2004
I went and saw "Dogville" today, partly because I was in Pasadena and it happened to be playing and partly because of the subway in Paris. When I was there last spring it was full of posters for the movie, endless Nicole Kidmans staring blankly at me as I hurried past to wherever. The movie was like a profoundly disturbing dream, one that wakes you suddenly in the middle of the night, mouth dry, heart racing. I can't describe it, really. It was incredible, and I never want to see anything like it ever again. And then I was on the 110 heading back to LA and I had a panic attack, which is not the best thing to experience while driving 70 mph down a twisty, narrow-laned road at night. All at once I understood what claustrophobes must feel like -- it took all of my concentration not to cover my eyes and start screaming, because the entire world was folding in on me.
Also it rained a lot, briefly.
and that was my day
Also it rained a lot, briefly.
and that was my day
