Today was the first time since spring that I've worn my Aerostich suit, as it was raining like a motherfucker until noon. It got plenty hot this afternoon, so that I was sweating inside my suit. Make up your mind, mother nature! Based on the concept that I am done with courses for my major after this semester and can therefore resume taking classes that amuse me, as I rode through the rain I thought about doing some kind of interdisciplinary thing where I combine personality psychology with fiction writing to study the psychology of characterization. Too bad it's way too late in the game to start an independent study project; that sounds like something I might actually be able to sink my teeth into. It started when I was thinking about the character of Bender on Futurama and about how egotistical he is. Then I thought about how he has to be, because he's a robot, and therefore even less unique than an individual human (I believe in one of the episodes they said he had a 4% nickel impurity, which was the one thing that made him unique). For the purposes of the series, they gave Flexo a goatee to distinguish him from Bender, but in reality, each robot would be identical. So like a teenager piercing his face or tattooing his butt, he needs to rebel all the more not because of the conformity placed on him like in a high school setting, but because of the uniformity inherent in his construction. The whole premise basically boils down to reverse engineering characters (with the intent of building and refining the process for building more unique and less cliché characters down the line).
Also, I had a bug fly up my nose earlier and even though I'm 99% sure it's gone, I can't let myself breathe normally. HE MIGHT STILL BE IN THEIR, WAETING TO GET UP NTO MY BRAINSES.
Meanwhile, we'll see how things go with this hurricane dealie. It's going after Dubya's adopted home state of Texas, so we'll see if it's that he doesn't care about black people, or if he just doesn't care about getting reelected because hey, the 22nd Ammendment bitches. At any rate, I need to get gas for my truck tonight in case the storm causes prices to spike again. I should probably get groceries, too, since I have little more than crackers around the house.