So, I’ve had this necklace for something like 5 and half years. I very rarely ever take it off. If you are unfamiliar with my necklace, it is a simple rope with beads and yellow stone Buddha. I bought it a Chinese restaurant with some Grismas money that I got from my very Catholic grandmother. It made sense at the time. So anyways, the Buddha fell off Tuesday night as I was getting ready to go to the pyramid scheme dinner with Teacher Sis. If I were really a Buddhist, not just of a sort-of-a-Buddhist, I would truly believe that whatever prayer I had instilled in the piece of string that held on my little stone figure would now be traveling to Valhalla to be answered. Or something like that. As it turns out, the Dalai Lama arrived in Fayetteville on Tuesday night. I am fairly certain that he is the one who broke my necklace. Either as a punishment for being a sort-of-a-Buddhist or as a friendly gesture like “Hey man, I’m on my way to Valhalla tomorrow, I can take your prayers with me, if you want.” Something like that. Unfortunately, since I got the necklace so long ago, I have no recollection of what my prayer was. I’m sure I prayed for something that I knew would happen like:

“Dear God, please let everything work out in the end. Thanks. Amen.”

Yes. That’s exactly how lame I am.

In other news, I took Le Duke to the airport yesterday morning and he should be landing in France any minute now. After my trip to the airport, rather than sitting on my duff, which was my first instinct, I returned to the stupid hotness that is the bathroom over the garage of the new house to hang drywall. It was hot up there, but not as hot as the the sun room upstairs where I’m laying bamboo flooring. It is so hot in there that the new thermostats can’t even tell you how hot it is. All they can compute is greetings. When I went up there to check the temperature, all the thermostat could say was “Hello”.

I also discovered that my new tripod works in an interesting way. With the legs fully extending, it can act as a SnorriCam. If you are not familiar with the SnorriCam look it up. You are on the innernet. It’s what the innernet is for. That and porn. Anyway, you more than likely have seen films that make use of one to get some intimate footage of the characters. Anyways, my tripod can function like one, but rather than being mounted to my chest, I can hold it in one hand for long periods of time without becoming tired. Thank goodness for light weight aluminum and tiny cameras. Anyways, here is a test sequence I made last night using it as a SnorriCam. It is a little dark, but like I said, it’s a test.

Pretty cool, huh? I thought so, too. Know what else is cool? Getting an “A” in Microbiology. That means I will get my Associate’s Degree some time this summer. I’m sure they’ll let me know when I can pick it up. Speaking of graduating, today is Operation B’s graduation. I’ll be going way out into the sticks to the school that he is walking with to see this with my own eyes. Then maybe I can believe it. Before graduation though, I’ve got to meet up with Mr. Shawn the Booch to talk tumblers and boxes. Then it is off to the letterpress shop for work. Ugh. So much to do.

I talked to Zaxxon a little while ago. He should be in around 8pm or so, if he keeps up his current pace. Maybe he and I will spend the weekend watching the Harry Potter movies. Maybe I do want to be a French fry. I’ve gotta go poop. More soon. ~SC