06/12/00 - I'm back. In fact I'm sitting at my desk listening to pure Phish. Recorded live when I stood in front of them... and them in front of me... all of us (and Kara, too) in Hampton, VA. The album title is a pun on Frampton Comes Alive. Speaking of "alive", dogs are great reminders of that sort of thing. Take Emelie, she like to roll in fish. Ok, let's forget Emelie for a moment. As I arrived on campus I drove the same route around the apartments, by the police station down to the science building... blah, blah, blah. As I approached the lake I noticed 2 things: A pickup full of dogs on a drive and a Martaesque hound on a walk. The hound jogged along looking, no doubt, for something smelly to enjoy as the truck aproached. Then the hounds saw the truck. Pause. Then the hound forgot smelly stuff and took off after the truck yelling (in dog speak) "I want to do what those guys are doing!" Dogs dig stuff.
06/13/00 - It was early morning when the sun came up. At least that's what most people thought. First of all, the sun didn't "come up"; we fell over the edge. The planet is square and when the conveyer belt gets us to the edge we call it early morning and drink orange juice and eat fried sausage. Mostly it was texturized veggie protein because pigs make better pets than breakfast and if we ate pigs it wouldn't be long until we ate gerbils and if we ate gerbils who would power the conveyer belt? Mice might fit in the gerbil wheels but they lack the UMPHH of gerbils and days would get longer because the mice couldn't run as well. And if the mice were powering the conveyer belts the cats would have to find something else to chase. I suppose they could chase dogs but dogs are usually too stupid to run and cats are too smart to chase something that doesn't run so the cats would get fat. I suppose we could eat the fat cats but I bet too many people would have a problem with that. The really funny thing is you can't feel yourself falling when you go over the edge; that's probably because everything is falling with you... excpet the gerbils.
06/14/00 - This thought occurred to me: A shoe is like a WWF (or WCW) wrestler... spends time getting rubbed into the ground and dumb as leather. The argument against that is: Hey, people pay big bucks to see wrestlers; who's stupid now? Well, people pay big bucks for shoes, too. I mean, I, Lee Parker, own at least 3 pairs costing more than $100. Running shoes cost big bucks, too. How stupid am I? I did know the answer to the million dollar question last night. And right now I need to rub my $100 shoes into the pavement as I march across campus in the humid morning air. I'd send you some but it seems to want to be here.
06/16/00 - Ok, so I missed a day. I'm a busy person and a journal strike here and there is no big deal. It's not like the World Series won't be played or the country will be without a President. I saw George H. W. Bush on TV last night. The man was made to cartoon. I don't mean he should draw them; I mean he needs to be drawn. I saw JR (of Dallas fame) on TV the other night. He looked bad but sounded good. Then there's the trash pile on my floor. No segue there. Must trash the trash pile and shred the shred pile. My office is packed in boxes behind me. I'd take a picture but the camera is in one of the boxes. I'll be in training downtown next week. Back on the 26th but in a new office in a new building closer to the edge of campus. Closer to the edge. Cool.