I did use the shuttle bus today, though I don't know if it will solve my underlying problem (not wanting to be outside for long when the weather's crappy) because I do have to sit around and wait for the bus. Which, doesn't even have any of those benches or the glass thing to keep rain off. The stop is just a sign, that doesn't even have the schedules printed out on it.

Speaking of which, there are two buses. The red line. And the blue line. But both buses are red. What is that? I mean, since they call it "Red Bird Express," I can see why both would be red. But I would at least expect a blue stripe or something on the blue bus. But no. They're exactly identical.

Anyway, today was pretty good. I got to see Caddyshack for class today. And my mom let me play with her new digital camera. So I now have a photo of my bookcase. Oooh.

So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one---big hitter, the Lama---long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total conciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

--Carl Spackler, Caddy Shack