Okay.

*sigh*. It would appear that Greyface has seized control of our marching band director, and just won't shake him loose. This translates to bad attitude on his part towards us, which some of us are ready to reflect right back at him. We understand the need to work, but we also have to ensure that if goals are to be achieved in learning new material, overlarge amounts of time cannot be spent on reviewing the material we already have. There will be time for polish later, but for now, forge ahead, sir.

That's just a needed thing to write. I'm not saying that my director is incapable of producing the results he wants, but at times he can be very unmotivating. And yes, rather than going to talk to him about the matter like I probably should, I'm not going to. (My head prefers to stay attached to its shoulders, thank you.)

Got to buckle down and do some serious memorization then, if I want to make him happy. That, plus some reading assignments and a couple writing things and I'll be cruising for the game on Saturday. Yeah, right. There's always more work to be had.

But at least I go someplace where the administration doesn't suspend people before inquiring as to their place of birth.

And progressing up the druggie scale, check it out: Fungus might be the ultimate anti-terrorism unit.

Finally, for a techno trip-out, have a gander at this: The 2004 model Personal Computer. Picture circa 1954, or so...