Looking for the patterns in static

It's really sweet when one arrives home from school and is abrubtly whisked away to get an MRI. Have you ever gotten an MRI? It's boring as anything- you just sit there in a coffin-like structure of plastic and hear the technician's voice talk to you through a small speaker. He tells you what to do- it's like being skitzophrenic and dead all at the same time. Which, granted, is probably not possible, but it is never-the-less an interesting experience.

On the bright side, I am now experiencing Ben Stiller's comic genius circa 1995. It's most excellent and hilarious. Heavyweights. Great experience.

Umm. Anyway, well, I'm just glad I'm not in fat camp, even if I probably belong there.

Do not disturb the scilence of the chi.

There is pretty much nothing else I can say, as usual.