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Tuesday, September 24th, 2002

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4:22p
ashes on my tongue
My throat HURTS. The first day of autumn was yesterday, but today was definately the first day of Fire Season. No, the Devil Winds aren't here yet, but the fires sure are. The sky is a dirty brown and everyone can smell the ash in the air. There was a very brief ash-induced cloudburst today, we got some ashy-rain. It leaves spots on the clothes. Ugh. Hot, humid, and ash-filled day.

We haven't had rain here in a LONG time. Last winter we got maybe one day of sprinkles and that was it. Besides the few drops today (it rained for only a couple of minutes), there's been nothing. The hills are particularly brown. If the Santa Anas (aka - the Devil Winds) are bad this year we might have some spectacular firestorms. Viva El Nino, give us some rain!

In other news, my Criminology teacher is redeemed because she reads comics and watchs anime. You know, I've run into a number of professors (and not a few students) in the Sociology and Anthropology departments who are into either sci-fi or fantasy or comics or anime or some combination of those. That rocks! In Psychology, not so much. However, I did notice someone in my research lab reading what looked suspiciously like fanfic in her office. I would LOVE to do a survey about how many people at my university read/write fanfic. I betcha I would be surprised.

So, Alseides, you working on Draco yet?

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10:40p
television
Prof let us out of lab a whole two hours early! Whee! I managed to catch the VERY LAST bus. I got home. I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer! And I actually LIKED it. Wow. One thing though: Buffy and Xander are supposed to be my age exactly. And they're both very very mature. Eep, I'm not that mature! Oh well.

I also watched the new show Haunted (in between Smallville-goodness, which, ya know, EEP, LEX!). I really enjoyed it. The show actually gave me shivers down my spine. Yes, really overdone premise, but I like it. For some reason it reminds me a bit of Brimstone. I hope it lasts longer though!

*sigh* Unfortunately, I can't expect to be let out of lab early every Tuesday so I probably won't get to watch any of these shows again for awhile. And I ain't watching Enterprise. I saw the previews. Vulcans in the 1950's watching I Love Lucy!?!?! I think NOT.

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11:10p
"Another month seeps in like a fairy fart under a cellar door."
I really do think I've become blog-obsessed. I mean, I haven't been reading webcomics lately, I've been reading blogs. New addiction, new obsession, when will I move on?

This is Grant Morrison's column. It's fun.

An excerpt:

100 degrees. 98 per cent humidity. Permanent superskin of flowing sweat covering my entire body as the weather squuezes me dry like a sponge.

Tokyo in July is a dribbling urban saunasphere oozing yellow smog, under Fuji. The whole culture appears to be suppressing gravitational depths of emotion below a distracting froth of pink technology and flashing toys. Infantilised veryone reads manga everywhere. Kids books. Kids TV. Kids shopping.

In the refrigerated stores the shopgirls are screaming like the hounds of hell hunting for bargains. To shop is to take part in a riot of screaming ghosts, where no-one gets hurt in the chill of the rushing wind. Only the ears suffer as the shrieking cries of 'SUMIMASENNNNNNNN' intensify into a crescendo. The shopgirls have megaphones and hand mikes...they scream until the air is raw with sonic welts and echoing scabs. They scream because that¹s what they¹re paid for, because they can and because screaming is goooood. They¹ve been screaming like this since Hiroshima at least. Or at least that¹s how it feels in the soaking crush and brightness.

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