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Joe called me yesterday while I was in the midst of a thought which I realize, now, went unfinished.

Since coming to Grinnell, I have noticed a surge in the number of new odors to which I've been introduced. Whereas I may have once had a pallet of, say, x, I strongly believe that I am well on my way to having smelled 2x. In other words, my range of scents has almost multiplied two-fold.

You see, I have the luxury of living above one of Grinnell's two dining halls. Below me is cooked all of the food that feeds the better part of the North and East campii. Even some of South campus venture toward the top of the grounds, although they tend to spend more of their time in Quad, as Cowles is decidedly 'un-hip' and too 'high school' for their tastes. Being juxtaposed, as I am, to this eatery, I am subject to all manner of foetid culinary abominations (I just bit into a vegan peanut butter cookie. Add that to the list of things I never want to do again.). Case in point, if Dining Services are making Buffalo wings today, I can tell you yesterday.

But it isn't just food that has inflated my redolential array. On Friday and Saturday nights I come into contact with more unpleasant stinks than my olfactory is willing to handle. And on Sunday mornings? The bathroom is a veritable smorgasbord of sick.

And I'd like to think that I can handle most of these without breaking a sweat, but some of them I just am not pleased to deal with. A lot of you will say, "Todd, you're in college! It's what you signed on for! Quit being such a wuss!" Then I'll say, "Fuck you! You haven't seen this shit, man! Someone tossed in our shower -- and I'll spare you all the details -- then refused to own up to -- or clean -- it!" Because that's how I talk.

Now if you'll excuse me, all this talk of odors has led me to notice my own. I am going to take a shower. So long as no one has honked in it.

Peace.
-Todd

I thought that the word 'epiphany' was more like 'epitome' and, thusly, was spelled epiphone. I was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Speaking of very, very, it was very, very nice outside today.

So, I napped three times, watched All My Children and The Crocodile Hunter, listened to The Polyphonic Spree's album twice, played Mario Kart 64 for a couple hours and took a long shower.

I also cleared off my desk. I found three bananas and a pair of tweezers I thought I hadn't brought down here. So, I ate a banana and looked for Picture Of Nectar on Phynd.

It wasn't there.

Bastards.

Peace.
-Todd

When Googled, guess to whose site the words "history of the gheri curl" will send you.

Peace.
-Todd

Well, they were here -- That much is clear from the current state of my dorm room. Bottles. Cans. Charlie, get the vacuum cleaner. -- and it was brilliant. By the time they left, no flat surface was left accessible or un-spilled on. But this was necessary. There was partying to be done. We knew that we were just the guys to do it.

The 'they' to whom the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth characters of this post (not including the comma) refer are Ben, Cale, and John, who all showed up at ten past two on Wednesday and left just over an hour ago. It should be noted, though, that, though I am aware that it has passed, I am not entirely sure what happened during this period of time.

I'm pretty sure that it was badass.

Peace.
-Todd

Shake it. Sh- shake it. Shake it. Sh- shake it. Shake it. Sh- shake it. Shake it. Shake it. Sh- shake it. Shake it like a polaroid picture.

Peace.
-Todd

Charlie, Elise and I just got back from Iowa City. We were there to watch The Matrix: Revolutions.

I remember, during the first half, thinking about things for which I wanted to lambast it, but, by the time it was over, I couldn't remember any of them.

I do wish, however, that they had simply fused all of the cool parts of two and three and done away with the superfluous, introspective jargon, turning them into one hell of a movie.

That's all. It's time to party.

Peace.
-Todd

The Sydney Opera House Virtual Tour

Coolest. Website. Ever.

You need to visit this website. You need to spend hours on end admiring how cool it is. You need to not leave until you've seen every square inch of this thing. It is so cool.

I need to go to bed.

Peace.
-Todd

The new Matrix came out today. I think that, at one point, I may have been able to get excited for that, but I'm not. Not after the astonishing disappointment that was Reloaded. I came out of the theater raving about that one, but later, thinking about the movie, as I so often do, I realized that I didn't really like it so much. There really wasn't a lot to like. The Self-Made Critic's pretty much right on when he says "[Morpheus] is [a] whiny pep-rally cheerleader" and Trinity "has now been relegated to the cliché of 'Chick Who Gets in the Way.'" You should probably spend a lot of time perusing his site, by the way, because it's really, really funny.

Anyway, Tom has given it the nod, so I might venture East to catch a showing of Revolutions this weekend in Iowa City, or something. I guess. They're showing Reloaded on campus, so I might just have to flee.

Remember when I started that paper with less than two hours until it was due (Read: October 9)? Boo-yah! B+, baby!

So, I guess it's pretty good, right?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Mario Kart 64 to be playing.

Peace.
-Todd

Our "Monster Mash" music video, like so many projects before it, fell to pieces (Do I hear an Echo?). I came up with the idea far later that putting it all together at the last minute would allow. Perhaps next year. It's really something that needs to be done before Halloween, or else it loses all its charm.

I did, however, flaunt my phly self at the Harris party on Friday night. As I mentioned on Friday, I was dressed up as Michael Jackson, pre-'skin condition,' from "Thriller." When the song, as it inevitably had to, came on, Josh, Sam, Paul, Charlie and I all hightailed it up on stage, where we proceeded to give the greatest performance of all time, lip-syncing and dancing along in one of the most embarassing spectacles of which I've ever been a part. It was fantastic, and will definitely, in four years, still be near, if not at, the top of the list of memorable college moments.

That and the time I smeared Charlie's face with cookies n' cream. Oh man! You should have been there! The look on his face... It was priceless!

Peace.
-Todd