I attempted to write earlier but lost what I wrote after my system froze up.

It was a very full weekend. You have to understand that months ago my weekend consisted of going out with a friend for maybe a couple hours on the weekend. If I was lucky I may have a date. More often than not the date was not enjoyable.

Here I am doing my best to manage my time between the few people I met here. I'm not sure what I did to become so active though I'll blame it on the openness of the people here as opposed to the closed personalities of New Englanders, Bostonians especially. I'm normally a pretty solitary person so I'm doing my best to acclimate myself to it. It's another thing about my life that has changed completely.

Friday I saw Snakes on a Plane. I wasn't expecting much but it was much better than I expected. Without Samuel Jackson the movie wouldn't have gotten any attention and would be much less enjoyable. If they had cast anyone else it wouldn't have been the same. The role seems made for him, the right combination of comedy, bravado and coolness. It was a great drive in movie, which is what it set out to be, nothing more. If you like snakes and like seeing people bit on the face, the head, the breasts, genitals, feet and chest then it's enjoyable.

*Spoiler ahead. Skip the rest of the paragraph if you haven't seen it*



Despite all this and the suspension of belief to enjoy a film about hundreds of feral snakes smuggled about a plane, the one thing I couldn't ignore is the ending. After he delivers the line everyone paid $10 to see what is his great plan to get rid of all the snakes? Shoot out the fucking windows of the plane! and they end up landing the plane with a guy behind the controls who only flew flight simulators in video games and several of the windows missing while the remaining passengers clung to the seats and held their breath. Still, an enjoyable movie. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a sequel.

Saturday I went to Millenium Park with this cool French woman I met. She knew more about the city than I do. I hadn't been there since I came with Kam just before our last trip out west.
I got to visit my favorite Chicago attraction.



Kam is on his trip out west. I'd have loved to have gone with him but I couldn't leave right now when everything is starting to get better. He's out west again but taking another, more southern route. He went through Louisiana, then Texas. Last I heard he was at Buffalo Bill's a resort on the Nevada/CA border.

I've sent out tons of resumes and have gotten some good responses. Most of them ask why I'm free with a resume like mine and then I never hear from them again. It's like dating in Boston.

Jesus Lizard is my band of the moment.