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Dec. 31st, 2002 01:55 pmSo last night, Kim told me that Lenore was engaged, and looking to talk to one of those "real life" tv shows to chronicle the whole thing, or do some "extreme wedding", or some kind of bollocks like that.
And then I woke up.
No, really, then I woke up. That's how out of it I was after this past weekend, down in Atlanta, visiting one of my exes, her hubby, and two kids to whom I'm "unca Big". A whole lot of things happened, little things that I noticed, that made me wish that I had a laptop to chronicle all of these damnable little things for the pleasure and amusement of you, my viewing audience.
On the plus side, there are times when life will tell you "I'm sorry, but I'm just not going to suck today." This happened on Saturday when, despite leaving the ground 10 minutes late or so, we still arrived 20 minutes *early*. Oh yeah, and then there was the rental car, a bright cherry red 2002 Mustang. Okay, so it was an automatic, and only a 6 cylinder, but still, it was very cool. Hooray for exploiting upgrades. Now I need to see what we end up with for the trip to Boston in a week and a half. W00t.
Also on Saturday, I managed to see a movie that never appeared around the nether regions of NY state, "Equilibrium". Good concept, plenty of plot holes, tolerable acting, even with inconsistent roles. 1.5-2 star movie, 3 star fight scenes.
Sunday pointed out to me why I'm feeling so restless, in that the 5 of us went to ... a mall. Gee whiz. Okay, the point of the trip in question was to find a little local store that specialized in hot sauces that didn't exist any more. Good idea, flawed execution. But it was just that, a mall, another horrendously homogenous shopping experience whose only discerning feature was that Chick-Fil-A was closed (as they all are on Sunday). Dammit, I went to Atlanta to see something new. Argh... More of the same. No, I don't think Atlanta holds any great place in my heart as a potential residence. I want some place that actually holds an identity of its own.
As part of a long-delayed recap about Christmas, I think I'm a sucky boyfriend when it came to choosing presents. I think about a third of the gifts were well received (as in, she could imagine how I'd gotten it into my head that she might actually like them). DDR did not come from dad, so I ordered it myself, and my feet are too damned big for the pad and it's always registering false positives. Oh yeah, and the floor is wood so playing DDR with any level of intensity makes the TV wobble alarmingly. Crap. Now to figure out some other way to make this all work, as I did make the purchase (instead of another pair of New Rocks that odds say I'll rarely if ever wear) because I thought it might help with my idea of getting more exercise.
So, short recap, I'm currently sick with something caught either from small children or fellow travelers. I have *ZERO* desire to spawn in the foreseeable future. My back is screaming at me and hinting that I should tell anyone I need to to fuck off if they come between me and fitness time. And I'm really really really hoping that my morning hallucination was nothing more than that. and not a premonition of some sort... right? Right, Lenore?
And then I woke up.
No, really, then I woke up. That's how out of it I was after this past weekend, down in Atlanta, visiting one of my exes, her hubby, and two kids to whom I'm "unca Big". A whole lot of things happened, little things that I noticed, that made me wish that I had a laptop to chronicle all of these damnable little things for the pleasure and amusement of you, my viewing audience.
On the plus side, there are times when life will tell you "I'm sorry, but I'm just not going to suck today." This happened on Saturday when, despite leaving the ground 10 minutes late or so, we still arrived 20 minutes *early*. Oh yeah, and then there was the rental car, a bright cherry red 2002 Mustang. Okay, so it was an automatic, and only a 6 cylinder, but still, it was very cool. Hooray for exploiting upgrades. Now I need to see what we end up with for the trip to Boston in a week and a half. W00t.
Also on Saturday, I managed to see a movie that never appeared around the nether regions of NY state, "Equilibrium". Good concept, plenty of plot holes, tolerable acting, even with inconsistent roles. 1.5-2 star movie, 3 star fight scenes.
Sunday pointed out to me why I'm feeling so restless, in that the 5 of us went to ... a mall. Gee whiz. Okay, the point of the trip in question was to find a little local store that specialized in hot sauces that didn't exist any more. Good idea, flawed execution. But it was just that, a mall, another horrendously homogenous shopping experience whose only discerning feature was that Chick-Fil-A was closed (as they all are on Sunday). Dammit, I went to Atlanta to see something new. Argh... More of the same. No, I don't think Atlanta holds any great place in my heart as a potential residence. I want some place that actually holds an identity of its own.
As part of a long-delayed recap about Christmas, I think I'm a sucky boyfriend when it came to choosing presents. I think about a third of the gifts were well received (as in, she could imagine how I'd gotten it into my head that she might actually like them). DDR did not come from dad, so I ordered it myself, and my feet are too damned big for the pad and it's always registering false positives. Oh yeah, and the floor is wood so playing DDR with any level of intensity makes the TV wobble alarmingly. Crap. Now to figure out some other way to make this all work, as I did make the purchase (instead of another pair of New Rocks that odds say I'll rarely if ever wear) because I thought it might help with my idea of getting more exercise.
So, short recap, I'm currently sick with something caught either from small children or fellow travelers. I have *ZERO* desire to spawn in the foreseeable future. My back is screaming at me and hinting that I should tell anyone I need to to fuck off if they come between me and fitness time. And I'm really really really hoping that my morning hallucination was nothing more than that. and not a premonition of some sort... right? Right, Lenore?
