Can your friendly neighborhood curmudgeon just bitch for a minute? I realize that’s pretty much all I do anymore, but it’s an open source board, so you’ll take it and like it.
Last night I rented and watched a movie that I’d never seen, but had wanted to see when it was in theaters a couple of years ago. It was this thing, and I was disappointed. Sure, it looked really pretty, but the characters were dead flat and there was no plot to speak of. I’m not saying that I totally wasted my time, but there were definitely better things out there for me to do.
To wit: I only get to see around twenty Red Sox games on TV every season, because of weird and arcane licensing agreements. I only get to see my boys when they’re playing the Yankees or when they’re on a nationally covered game on ESPN or something. I always know when the games are on. I schedule my life around baseball season.
They were on ESPN last night. Against the Mets (ptuh! I still hate them for 1986). Schilling was pitching. They completed the sweep and extended their win streak to 12. And I forgot about it. Didn’t see any of it.
While Coco Crisp was making a game-saving wild catch at center I was cruising the special features on the DVD of a movie I didn’t like all that much.
back from grocery shopping. I went to Costco, and I only spent $30. That probably means the End is Near.
A couple of the dancers in that goth bellydance thing are okay, but they look sooooo hokey, it’s really funny. “Oooh, I’m playing with knives! Ooooh, vampires and writhing around on the floor!”.
Time to clean up. There’s a ping-pon/samurai movie thing at the dojo. Do I want to play pin-pong while watching samurai movies?
Um…the countertop guys are here.
I think I hate what I picked out.
Uhoh.
I will not make any hasty decisions. Perhaps it will grow on me. It is so damned dark. And so red. No-so purpley. Agh.
I will not cry over this. I will have a beer and think of good looking men, all desiring me and my advice on the futures market as we dine in sophisticated ambience before going to the theatre.
Damn.
taxi -the time to be not sure about a boy in your bedroom is NOW. Live with him now, darling–it’s alot easier to walk away from a bad BF/roomie. Agony Aunt’s advice for the day.
rigs, bummer about the home improvement woes. At least it arrived, right? I’m definitely with you on the phone call thing. You don’t call someone unless you have time to talk to them.
While the rest of you were sitting doing light workloads in your air-conditioned office this morning, I was outside, on the magnetically quiet region of the base. They’ve fenced off a sizable parcel where magnetic fields are kept to a minimum. That means none of the normal materials used in building construction, like steel. There is one small building which contains a bunch of the electronics and equipment that is tested in the region (all turned off and unplugged), and two wooden shacks on supports so the floor is about 25 feet above the ground. I spent the morning in one of those. To open the “windows” we removed wooden panels. Then … we took data. (Because all the usual manmade sources of magnetic fields were absent, it was okay for us to use a laptop and a sensor kit, because the effect of those on the data can be filtered out.) That, my friends, is Real Science[sup]TM[/sup]. You can tell it was Real Science[sup]TM[/sup] because my pants got dirty. Also the bugs were THIS big! I feel my manhood has been enhanced by this experience.
Oh, so yesterday was my birthday. Thank you all again for the birthday wishes. I went straight from work to see Superman Returns, which I enjoyed immensely - it was super. My entire host family was there too, and after the movie we went to the Olive Garden, their treat. The OG waiters did the singing thing, which was fun, and I got a cute little chocolate cake out of it. And when we got back to the house, what should I find waiting for me but another cake, and a card, from my gracious hosts. Also I found a package addressed to me. It was one of these, only in red. See, the battery has died on the first such watch I bought. So I got another one. You have to send it in to them to get the battery replaced, and I had lost the instructions for doing so. Now I have them again, so I can leapfrog the two ring watches.
You know what happened after the game, right? Buckner was so depressed he ran out in the street in front of a bus …
Woo hoo! I’s famous! I was quoted a magazine. I can expect a certain amount of emails and phone calls over the next couple of weeks. Or years, since that’s how far behind I am on reading this particular magazine. Too bad I found out about by someone emailing me and asking, was that you? And I had to say, uh, I think so. What’d I say? Yeah, that was me.
What else? Oh, yeah, I got an email and I am up very soon in the queue for my custom knitting bags (bags? Why did I order two at once?) and should be getting an invoice pretty soon and then they will ship and they will be mine, mine, all mine. Mwa hahahahah! What do you mean, I *already * have two? Shaddup! One’s a crochet bag, anyway, so that one shouldn’t even count.
Oh, fine, all y’all get to go home while I’m stuck here for another 3 hours. : pouts: I guess I’ll have to go try a tangerine or pomegranite frappuccino to console myself.
I want hugs and kisses from everyone! I gave blood today, aren’t I good? It’s been fouir years - I used to give every 2-3 months promptly but then had a bad experience. But I’m staring again!
Good on you Meeks! But, uh, I think they either took too much blood, or didn’t give you enough cookies and/or OJ. What are you staring at? It must be fascinating…
Back from the park/beach. Just for the record, I didn’t mail the rest of the boxes today, but first thing tomorrow, I promise! Heck, with the holiday, you probably wouldn’t have gotten anything before Weds anyway.
I’m a little sunburnt. I had sunscreen on my back and shoulders, but I kinda missed my feet and they’re a bit reddish. Oh well…
Or years, since that’s how far behind I am on reading this particular magazine. Too bad I found out about by someone emailing me and asking, was that you? And I had to say, uh, I think so. What’d I say? 
Yeah, that was me.
