Thursday, September 25, 2003

Adventures in the Harris Fine Arts Center...

Finishing a sip from the drinking fountain, I look up to see David Morgan, my old stage combat professor. His face is now covered with a prematurely white beard. He smiles and approaches.

"So what are you up to now?"

"I live in my parent's basement."

"You're not involved with anything on 'the stage?'"

I hesitate slightly. "No."

"Aren't you dating Lindsay?" He asks and then sips from the fountain.

I shake my head, "no."

"Hmm, somebody told me that you and she were dating."

No response from me as he sips again.

"Well, good luck. Talk to you later."

"Talk to you later."

As he walked away I wondered who he thought I was.
Apparently, a stage actor in a relationship with some girl named Lindsay.

If life were only that simple...

Saturday, September 20, 2003

I don't know what to write...

Which brings to mind the question of why bothering to type then?

There were so many things that, at the very instant they happened, I wanted to write so badly but lost the fervor...the drive...the moment, when finally faced with a blank computer screen.

For instance,

I went into a 7-Eleven a month ago for a Slurpee but was chagrinned to discover that the Slurpee machines were both out of order. But to my surprise there was an actual Slurpee machine repairman, monkeying with tools, digging into the exposed innards of that glorious machine. Who knew such specialized technicians existed? I was pondering about how to type a blog that would give my experience justice, maybe alluding to how the magic of the Slurpee was somewhat destroyed after seeing the "man behind the curtain," or some junk like that, but nothing. And now, a month later, we all get to enjoy it.

I think it aged well...

Monday, September 15, 2003

"Nice drawings, Ryan."

I look up from my Sunday School doodlings to see a familiar face...where do I know this guy? shoot, it's been 5-6 years...his name is either Chris or Mike. Chris or Mike?

"Mike, right? Long time no see."

"Long time no see...what are you doing!?"

I guess he doesn't mean the drawings...
"Um, I just graduated and moved home."

Surprise and joy spreads across his face.
"Man, we thought you'd gotten married years ago because noone has heard about you forever. You were in the same category as Levi Ernst, who I guess lives somewhere in South Carolina now."

"M.I.A." I think to myself.
I don't remember who Levi Ernst is, and I tell Mike this, which leads to a lengthy discussion on "friends" from highschool who have gotten married and moved on.

"What did you graduate in?" Mike asks.

"In Film. . . from the Y."

"In film? film? We always thought that you would've gone into Engineering or something. Film, hunh."

"Oh, why?"

"Because you told us about a book you read where that physicist lied so as not to get drafted into the army."

"The physicist who worked on the atomic bomb?" Robert Feinlein? Richard...shoot, I can't remember his name.

"Yah," Mike answers.

"Oh, I like that book."

As Mike and I parted ways in the parking lot later that afternoon, I thought to myself how happy I was to have remade a friend...and how stupid I was for not majoring in Engineering.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Here is how I spend my time...


Enemy soldiers can be "held up" by sneaking up behind and sticking a gun in their back. In First Person View, searching an enemy soldier's head or waist from the front while his hands are up will reveal a dog tag item box."
"The number of dog tags collected so far is recorded in saved game data. As more dog tags are collected, bonus elements will be added to the game."

The biggest thrill of my day is the anticipation at learning what those bonus elements may be...


Taken from "SSX Tricky Manual"...

When you fill up the Adrenaline Meter, the Uber disk rotates and it's an all out trickfest for every kind of boarder. Take airborne stunts to the next level with a high-flyin', gravity defying "UBER" trick that will leave your competitors in awe."

I guess these games and their upcoming sequels are the only things keeping me going lately...

I will find a job.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

August is over.
It was quite the monumental month too.

-graduated from college.
-explored San Francisco, Westwater, and Colorado Springs.
-got my first speeding ticket... $75....CURSES! (I'll never be a truck driver now!)
-moved into my parents basement.
-ate my weight in godfather's pizza.
-said "good-bye" to a lot of friends. (sadly)
-came to the stark realization that I have no employable skills.
-came to the stark realization that I have no life outside of Provo.
-came to the stark realization that typing "stark realization" is fun.

All I can say is that September had better be good.