Work

It's not going good. The honeymoon period is over, I'm burned out, and the combination of seeing the place with clearer eyes and my general exhaustion makes me realise it's probably not the place for me anymore. I absolutely love the majority of my coworkers to death, which is true for pretty much every job I've ever had, but that's not enough to keep me around.

From time to time, I've fantasized about opening up a movie theater. Nothing fancy, two screens, humble concessions, and independent, foreign, and classic art films to distinguish my place from everyone else. It'll never happen, because I lack the drive and the capital, and there just isn't much demand for such a place. That said though, the independent theater in town is hiring, and while I know that theater work isn't fun, the hours are awful, and the pay is unrewarding, I'm half tempted to apply just to try it out for a year and get the idea out of my system. Besides, this place does line up with my dreams from time to time. They often have special events that range anywhere from Marx Brothers marathons to anniversary showings of classics like Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Alien. The place really is legit awesome.

Cars

I don't know why, but Chevrolet cannot design a Camaro that ages well. Everything from the third generation forward just looks so bland. I finally saw the Jeep Gladiator in person and it looks awesome. Too bad it's an FCA vehicle. I think I might hit the dealership this summer and give the Hyundai Kona a spin. Dala and I aren't in the market or anything, but man, for some reason that car has me super curious and I don't know why. I think driving one and realizing it's just another car will get the "wants" out of my system and I can go back to not giving a hoot.

Vultures and Chickens

For those who don't know, the vultures around here usually congregate in groups of about three to six or seven. Twice last year though, I drove by hillsides with about thirty or forty of them, just hanging out. I asked a local wildlife guy at one of the parks recently and they think it's most likely a multigenerational family that is just sticking around. On the surface, that makes sense, as many birds are by nature relatively gregarious. On the other hand though, I just don't know how those many vultures can hang around each other for long periods of time without being broken apart by the friction caused by the need for food and space. Vultures are big birds, after all. I think I want to look up some biologists and email them, see what they have to say.

In one of the fields, on my commute to work, is a bunch of free roaming domestic chickens. Every time I see them, I wonder if they belong to someone or if they're escapees, enjoying the joys and bearing the struggles that freedom provides, flirting with the feral nature of their avian ancestors.