Stringer Bell is dead and gone. You feel me? + a dose of paranoia

Dreary fall morning, with maize-yellow leaves whipping around in concentric circles – a good kind of morning, where you get done with a walk and your sweatshirt smells like weather and you reach the perfect equilibrium between outside temperatures and the increase in body heat you work up over two miles.

OHMYGOD! NORTH KOREA HAS NUKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A quiet weekend – trip to Miles City for October’s share of debauchery, football + muscle relaxers on Saturday, and a bit of homework yesterday, plus the Wire. Strange pervasive ambivalence that may be related to seasonal shift – plus we lose an hour sometime soon, right?

KUNG YUM KIM IS A MEGALOMANIAC DICTATOR WITH WORLD HISTORICAL/COSMOLOGICAL ASPIRATIONS, AND NOW THAT THEY HAVE NUKES WE’RE GOING TO GO AFTER THEM IN TYPICALLY NON-MULTINATIONAL FASHION (WHO ELSE EVEN has TROOPS ANYMORE?) AND THIS WILL NOT GO WELL. WE’RE GOING TO ALL DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!