May 7th, 1999
Hey,
I'm writing this at like midnight and there's this neighborhood cat outside telling all the world how much it is ready for some loving. Screaming it to the world in fact. Jason was never this loud when I lived with him.
OK I went and told it to get lost by throwing a shoe at it. Don't worry, you animal lovers I didn't hit it with the shoe. No I just scared it into the steel leg trap I had set up.
Met with a guy who works at one of the theme parks in town. He's an audio engineer which means that when they have a new attraction or area it's his job to decide what kind of music or effects it is going to have. Neat job but the most interesting thing is that he collects audio recordings of ghosts as a hobby. He's the kind of guy that makes me realize that my life is pretty normal.
Oh sure I run a web site and have an ongoing hate/hate relationship with people all across the world who think I make up giant thunderbird stories in my spare time but this guy is out putting portable radios in abandoned buildings and then recording the static that comes out of them. I'm normal I tell you. Capitol N, capitol o, capital r . . (well you get my drift.)
OK the cat has started up again and now my dog is barking as well. I'm going to go give him a walk and then call it a night.
hurdy gur
Derek