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It's a beautiful day today. It's that mid-spring kind of warm, the kind that leaves no room for complaining. All the UVA girls are wearing their "I think you should want to have sex with me" clothes, even the unattractive girls. It's all miniskirts and long floral dresses. I noticed also that the girls all have large breasts and good posture today. Every one of them. I can't help but notice. An old man like me has one essential deep dark biological calling, no matter how much I deny it or deconstruct it: to fill the next generation with many copies of my genes. I walk the streets treated to these things and I think to myself, "it's Jatasya Season, thank God I'm alive." Like myself, the college boys are just a bit overwhelmed. Interestingly, there is nothing evident in the clothing of the boys that seems to say anything about sexual desire. It's just a given. |
Back at the Dynashack I watched news reports on the Heaven's Gate cult that offed themselves yesterday. They were all dressed in black casual clothes and Nike Sneakers. I noticed that never once did the network news reporters ever mention the word "Nike." The list of official suicide-cult-endorsed products continues to grow. First it was Cool-Aid. Now it's Nike. What's next? Microsoft Word?
I went on a walk around the Corner with some gin I found in a partial bottle at the house. I climbed to the top of the parking garage and looked out to the west, towards the general vicinity of the University's famous Rotunda, and could get a good view of the Hale-Bopp comet. Supposedly the Heaven's Gate cult members are having a rendezvous with a UFO somewhere in the tail of that comet. The dream I had yesterday is especially interesting in view of the details of the cult's philosophy. What's eerie is that I don't think the news of the mass suicide had even come out yet when I actually had the dream.
I chatted with hippies both known and unknown on the Corner and then checked my email at Comet. At some point I discovered a small quantity of pot in my pocket, so I went home, smoked it, and took my prework nap. I listened to Nirvana's Incesticide while so intoxicated. That one album is the best music ever created in the history of humanity. On this point there is simply no room for argument.
In a moment of sheer insanity, I created a mirror site of the entire Heaven's Gate Cult Website. Even in the middle of the night it was difficult to get through all the traffic to secure the pages, but I think I got the whole thing. I discovered that the Washington Post has also made a mirror site, but it doesn't have all the pictures and the directory structure is mangled. Mine, on the other hand, is perfect. It comes to 1.8 Megabytes.