October 26, 2003. 11:20 at night.
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So I think my days of long-winded pointless entries are drawing to a close. I no longer have the time to sit and write and write about nothing for hours on end. I mean, come on! Write? When there's Rogue Squadron III: Rebel Strike to be played? The choice is obvious!
And besides I really need to get my ass in gear if I'm actually going to apply to grad school at [ahem] Yale. I have been totally slacking and I ain't done shit yet. Except take the GRE. No personal statement, no curriculum vitae, no letters of rec requested. I have a month and half to make it happen. We shall see, won't we. At least the Ph.D. program in Special Education at University of Texas has a deadline of April 15. Plenty more time to slack on that one, friends.
So the Hellmouth of Southern California has opened up and unleashed the demon fires of Hades upon us all. Well, the ones that live near dry brush at least. It's pretty bad -- over a thousand homes have been burned and some little kids got killed when they were trapped in a car surrounded by flames. All day Friday the sun was an Apocalyptic Red and they sky an ashen gray; 'twas quite eerie indeed. If you leave your car out for even a few hours it will be covered in a light dusting of the ashes of somebody's house. Today the air hung heavy with the scent of smoke. When I lived in the Bay Area every once in a while there were brushfires that you could smell, but just barely. Today, on the other hand, it smelled like your neighbor's house was on fire. It was that bad. I think it was mainly from a new fire that tore through Simi Valley, which is kinda close to here.
I got the first season of Alias on DVD in the mail and let me tell you it is one of the best single seasons of television ever. And it simply looks great on DVD. Unfortunately, though, it really shames the current season with its overall superbacity.
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