Garbage. Good music. Period.

Once again, I find that I have driven across town in the middle of the night with the sole motivation of typing a rambling. Inspiration strikes at wierd times. In this case, the word "struggle" might be more appropriate than "inspiration". I am having a minor quandry.

Today's shift at work was really irritating. From the moment I walked in until 2200, we were beseiged by an endless onslaught of customers almost nonstop. Grrr. (It probably didn't help that I got off to a late start due to becoming so engrossed in the Enter The Matrix game that I lost track of time; this doesn't happen very often.) On the bright side, Peter stopped by at 1900, and we ate "lunch" together as twilight engulfed the city of Boulder.

I just got done with my brief interview with the newspaper sales agency. Filling out the application took longer than the interview itself. I'll be going in for training on Thursday.

Mysanthropy, or why I hate my species.

Since I have a job interview tomorrow, it would be good to get to bed soon. (While it's almost a certainty that I will be hired for the newspaper job, I technically haven't been hired until I do the interview.) So it is only natural that I should run across a really fascinating book on the web, and get absorbed into reading it way past what should be my bedtime tonight.

As the Reverend's latest batch of discordantly luscious music pumps again through my headphones, I take to the web for another mindless romp.

Tonight, I met with Jaeger to watch The Matrix Reloaded again. Caugh more details this time, as well noticing some of the foreshadowing leading up to the revelation at the end.

A horror movie. A dumb horror movie. The type of dumb horror movie in which the cookie cutter characters are so stupid that you find yourself cheering when they each meet their miserable end, because the gene pool will be a better place without them. It almost makes the viewer wish the writers could meet the same fate as well, as this thing has more plot holes than lorraine swiss cheese.

Amidst this time of Matrix Reloaded celebration, on this night, I have watched this classic again. Reading over my previous log entries for this movie, there doesn't seem to be much to say that I didn't already write after previous viewings.

Today, I went into work and gave my 2 weeks notice as planned.

This morning, I placed a call to the contact my dad gave me at the denver newspaper agency. I'll be going in to interview next week (a mere formality -- being hired is almost certainly assured, although being retained isn't), for orientation on May 30, going out to train with someone else on Friday, June 6, and starting work on Saturday, June 7. Life moves like lightning.

Again, I find myself seated in front of this console in the late hours of the night. It seems later than it really is, because I got off work earlier tonight. More time has passed since I arrived than usual.

I greatly enjoyed my day off today. (The first day I've had off work in over a week.) Most of it was spent indulging in my almost all-consuming Matrix obsession, which is just fine with me.

As we enter an era in which literally any visual that can be imagined, no matter how impossible, can be created on film with seamless clarity, the only limiting factor becomes the imagination of the film makers. In this spellbinding sequel, the Wachowski Brothers and their crew not only prove that they have an overwhelming abundance of inspiration, but after wowing the audience into a swoon, they top it off again with double the intensity, just for the sheer joy of it.

This morning I went to meet my dad at his newspaper stand to find out more about this possible employment opportunity.

As of 0320, I just finished watching this astounding classic again. A few observations, which may have already been made by others, but I'm going to list them anyway.

Since we're all gearing up for Reloaded, I'm also going to try fielding a few speculations based on events and dialog in the this movie that could be construed as foreshadowing what might be to come. But then again, maybe not. Since I haven't seen Reloaded yet, I could be way off base. (Then again, some of this might also be subtly influenced by the recent press comments of Laurence Fishburne and Keanu Reeves, so if you're totally spoiler-phobic even to the point of avoiding speculation, don't read further.)

Today, I again found myself disgusted, tired, and worn out. I don't like the way some things are happening at my current job. So it was that I realized a that potential opportunity which has been tossed in my lap should at least be given some serious consideration, even if I ultimately decide it is not for me.

I don't feel like sitting here all night tonight, so this might me quick. Or it might not.

Tonight, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that. (I sound like the lyric from that really annoying song they play all the time in the grocery store, but anyway...)

[Finally. Part 11 in the multi-part epic describing the wedding I attended at the beginning of August 2002. Previous episodes: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10]

Tonight, a few words on politics, economic models, and power distribution. Who knows, I might even throw in another small dose of inflammatory trolling for good measure. But rest assured, the good old Bitscape is back, for the time being at least.

(If this trend of ramblings based on the results of the recent poll continues, we might even have another long-belated wedding chapter epic coming out soon. But don't hold your breath just yet. This stuff requires psychological energy, and work these days has been doing everything it can to drain me dry. Nevertheless, I persist...)

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Once again, I find myself drained and exhausted after work. But a couple of brief items.

Hmmmm... I probably should have used this title for the one I wrote about the DVDs last week too. (Although I guess that one had a tiny bit of non-Xenite content at the bottom, which this one won't.)

Tonight's content will consist of....

Yet another episode of Bitscape's wandering musing about the course of his life, and other potentially foolish silliness.

So I jump into my car today and turn on the engine as usual. But what do I hear from Tobias's speakers? It is a sound so awful, it brings back those almost forgotten memories of trying in vain to find a listenable radio station while driving through the barren wasteland of central Nebraska.

In a time of ancient gods, warlords, and kings, a land in turmoil cried out for a hero. She was Xena, a mighty princess forged in the heat of battle. The power. The passion. The danger. Her courage will change the world.