I am currently listening to music I've stolen from Erin, director of the student film I'm involved in. I think PVD is one of Miko's top lusted-after DJs, I forget.

So - this last weekend I hopped in the car, turned my iPod to Jovi-Mode, and headed down to the Oregon countryside to see my folks. It was fantastic, and much too short. I really could've used another week in the country. The plus side is that there is now, as of a couple weeks ago, a high-speed internet solution in Wallowa, which means that I could potentially stay down there for a couple weeks and still be 'working'. I think I'd like to do that sometimes. Then I can buy me a truck like this one I saw an hour away:



My biggest realization this past weekend was that I'd forgotten just how friendly people can be. A couple of examples: I went to church w/ my mom (I'm quite the nice young lad) and during the service they ask what we're thankful for, who to pray for, etc. My mom expresses her happiness that I'm in town. The preacher, my friend Zac's dad, tells the congregation how good it is to see me... I host a public conversation about Seattle life for a couple minutes... and the guy who takes care of our horse's hooves makes sure to tell me "I can always come back." Shortly after that, a man in the back says "If anybody knows a good part-time carpenter, send him my way!" There was also a lot of sexist humor at church, which is always entertaining in a public forum, especially when it's 75% women-folk.

Example 2: I went to see the Midvalley Theatre Group's production of The Diary of Anne Frank. My family, as usual, was running a little late. We're racing out of the car to get in the building, and the guy watching the door tells us "You're just in time! I'll give you 30 seconds to make it in before I shut the door!" I saw Panda's mom at the play, it was nice to catch up. My dad thought it would be a great idea to slowly take off his velcro shoes during the performance... dude...

Example 3: This didn't take place in Wallowa, but rather in Hermiston, where I visited my homeboy Zac and otro homeboy Alan. Alan and I went to Safeway to get some beer, and the assistant manager asks us, "Have you run into any good Munchie-Makers? Or just the same old shit form Mexico?" "Umm, yeah... same stuff, y'know" I reply, not immediately knowing what he was talking about (it sank in later). Then he gave Alan the Safeway club card discount even though he didn't use a card. Ain't that crazy?

Hermiston was actually entertaining... although a scary redneck man silently gave me a titty-twister at the bar which I didn't appreciate or understand, and I saw a car chase when I got into town! That was cool enough in itself. I never see car chases. Good to see Zac and Alan, too. Those guys know how to rock.

While I was driving to Oregon I thought of writing a screenplay! I left some audio notes on my amazing cell phone for myself but haven't actually gotten to the 'plot' part. I have the 'bad running-joke pun' part down, though. It involves... milkshakes. And the Man.

Tomorrow night I'm going to finish the student film I've been working on : Tango. I'm not leaving their dorm room until it's finished, by God. And it'd better happen early, since I have the Average Joe Cat Show to crash the next day. I'll show them a fantastic cat video, by God.

I ate some of my roommate's leftovers tonight and I think I've been poisoned.

Today I discovered I have a book on hold @ the library called Herzog. I don't remember putting this on hold but it looks interesting. I'll bet I did it on one of those drunken NPR-fest nights.

Today I dressed all fancy for work and got to work the crowd that is Bainbridge Island. Felt pretty good. Good times.

This past weekend I came to the realization that all of our animals there are pear-shaped. The only ones left are a dog, two cats, and a horse... all shaped like pears. Take Cuddles here, for instance:



Or this fine specimen known as 'Whiskers' (or black aardvark, if you're Garhan):