Where oh where could I have gotten ebola? Yes, that's right, the mother of all blood-borne pathogens. So today, in a moment of stress with the little monsters, I burst a blood vessel in my nose, which started to gush like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. It bloody sucked. Literally. So here I am, gushing my lifeblood out all over the field while all the little buggers are staring at me, and I tell them, "It might be ebola." They're all like, "What's ebola?" To which I reply: "Ebola is the most deadly virus on the planet. It has a 90% fatality rate. It starts out like a common cold, and but it just keeps getting worse. Then, all of your internal organs are gradually reduced to liquid, which proceeds to seep out of every oriface in your body." With those words, I put the fear of God into them. I then proceeded to tell them about ebola's frightening contagiousness. That got them to back off. I just hope it isn't really ebola...That would suck.

On a lighter note, I went over to my friend Ethan's house last night. When Blake arrived, we all drove down to Scarecrow Video (the coolest movie store in Seattle), where we spent what seemed like hours just poring over the various titles available. In the end, we decided to do a MST:3K style thing with a little flick entitled Frogs. It advertised itself as sort of an amphibian version of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, but it a more accurate description would be "stupid polluting people die through their own idiocy while millions of frogs watch malevolently." It was seriously funny, as we all riffed off the aweful dialogue and aweful plot. It was enjoyable for all the wrong reasons.