Fall is soundly here. The rain, the dying leaves, the chill in the air. Is rain a symptom of fall in Virginia? Maybe not. At any rate, my motorcylce is sitting under a wet rain cover. Pretty soon I'll have to winterize the thing and let it sit until spring. Maybe I can run it once or twice a month so I can keep it fresh. I don't like the cold enough for that though I guess.

I'm sitting here in the warm basement with American in Paris playing on TV. I must say, I'm not a fan of the musicals. I kind of wish I could fast forward through the musical parts. Some of the acting doesn't quite work for me either. Why am I watching it then? Well, oh crap, they started singing again. ahem.. well, it's interesting to see the style of old films. I do find some of the situations in the plot (when the music doesn't get in the way) kind of humorous. I figure that watching this crap might clue me in a bit on romance despite the fact that its idealized, unrealistic movie writing.

The more beautiful everything is, the more it hurts without you.