It's going to be hard to get back into the swing of this, particularly with bar classes going on, so expect entries to be sporadic for the next couple of months. I miss you guys, I do, but all my "spare" time is spoken for until approximately 4:00 on July 26th.
Classes are going fine. The facility leaves something to be desired, as we're in a theater, with little half-desks you pull up from the side of the chair next to you. And it isn't as though the material is all that exciting, either, particularly since all the lecturers have prepared handouts to minimize the amount of notes you have to take. So basically, we're sitting there reading along with some guy behind a podium.
It's way better than the videotape lectures, though. It is easier to stay awake when there's a live person in front of you, especially if they're even mildly funny, which some have been.
But mostly, it's a drag. The lectures last until about 12:30, I run errands and have lunch and until about 2:00, work until about 6:00, watch the news and have dinner until about 8:00, work until 11:00, watch The X-Files on F/X while I get ready for bed, crawl in bed and finish watching the show on the new TV I have in my bedroom, and then sleep until 7:00 when it all starts again.
Fun fun fun.
Very interesting story developing on the news here. Apparently the police found two 55-gallon drums with bodies in them on a farm about 50 miles south of here. The guy who owned the farm was already in jail on other charges, and then they checked in a storage facility he had in his name across the state line and found three more drums, each with another body in it, which police said could have been there for months. (Um, eewww.)
They've found out that the guy is a big presence on your more popular S&M websites (he's known as "Slavemaster"), and since all the bodies are women, they're putting two and two together. They did identify one woman who moved here from Detroit a few weeks ago, presumably to be with him. He's older, probably in his 50's, but doesn't look particularly psychotic. They found copies of "Consensual Slavery" contracts in his house. What-thefuck-ever.
Kansas City hasn't had a good serial killer since this guy named Bob Bordella, who kidnapped guys and kept them in his basement before killing them. He died in jail a few years back. Then a couple of years ago there was a guy going around cutting the legs of prostitutes and dumping the bodies in the river, but I don't think they ever caught him.
Anyway, this guy's name is John Robinson, in case you hear anything. And if you're expecting some e-mail back from Slavemaster, you're probably going to be waiting for a while.
So, my mother arrives on Thursday. (That's right, we have indeed segued from sadomasochistic serial killers to my mother.) She's staying with an old friend of hers, because it would be way too distracting to have her here, plus I don't have that much room. She's bringing graduation pictures, which I will then scan on my friend's scanner over the weekend, and maybe let you take a look at them, if you're good.
Boy, that is all. I told you, there just ain't nothing going on, so while entries will be a little less frequent, it's a good thing, because it will take me longer to come up with an entry's worth of interesting.
All evidence to the contrary.