07/09/2004: "Bittersweet is the Chocolate of Life"Listening to: Morella's Forest - Tiny Lights of Heaven
Current mood: throat monsters
So, does anybody know what it means when you go the DMV to renew your license, and (after sitting for 45 minutes of course) they say they're going to have you take an 18-question test then pass you off to the camera window where they simply take your picture and tell you you'll get your new license within 30 days? And there is no further mention of any type of 18-question test? Does it mean that if you just wander out of the DMV rather confused you are going to be chased down and jailed very soon? I don't want to go to jail. I suppose I could have asked but, you know, that good 'ol social anxiety disorder and all. I'm hoping that it has something to do with my having just taken the 18-question test about 2 years ago. Also does anyone know how to get rid of the unlikely (to my mind at least) symptoms of a sore thoat and clogged ears? Cause it's been a few days and the novelty is fading. Spicy vietnamese food chased with scotch didn't seem to do the trick either. Ah well, I will have a fun time sitting deafly in icy cold jail with my sore throat. Perhaps it will keep me from being quite as tempting to my cellmates.
Actually, the main reason I wanted to post today was to point of that my good friend Tim (of The Hurting) has posted a very nice write-up of one of my favorite comic books of all time, Quasar (since his blog doesn't link individual posts, it's one entitled "Remember The Maine"). Now I will confess that it has been quite a few years since I cracked open a Quasar comic (note - if a comic book ever makes a cracking sound, put it down carefully and walk away), but even so I think I can say that it's one of the most underrated superhero comics of all time. I very recently tracked down the entire run (last week actually), and I'm looking forward to happily rereading it.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I'm off to see how my last weekend in San Diego goes. Hopefully it will be happy time, and I'll not be plagued by these blasted tiny monsters in my throat. Last weekend though, definitely a bittersweet thought. There are so so many reasons that I'd like to stay, but one that makes it worth going. I guess that's something to be happy about. Ok, I'll stop being sentimental now. Hmm, can't end on a sentimental note... Let me think of something funny. Eh... no. Mm... sorry, I got nothin.