On two separate occasions today I managed to get to the bathroom and do my business before the cleaning crew moved in and closed it off. Invariably, as if they're spying on me and lying in wait, they manage to close it off just before I get there, forcing me to travel to alternative facilities elsewhere in the building.
Not so today; take that, cleaning crew!
(Hey, I have to claim my victories wherever I can get them.)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Not A Prisoner, I'm A Free Man
As I was sitting around waiting and getting tired of sitting around waiting, one of the homeowners in our e-mail chain sent out a mail saying that he’d gotten sufficiently tired of waiting that he’d contacted the office, which reported that the inspections were done and that they’d “seen what they needed to see.”
So apparently they weren’t inspecting every unit today. That would have been nice to know several hours ago.
I decided that I might as well venture out and do what I needed, hitting the comic book store first and working my way back.
I dropped off a list for their subscription service, so now I don’t have to worry about missing anything, and that should hopefully eliminate some of the confusion when I’m picking up Scott’s books.
Then I stopped at Best Buy, where I nearly bought one of these, but decided against it because it maxes out at 1080i. I want something like this so that I can watch videos on my computer’s hard drive on my TV rather than having to watch them at the computer, and while I only have a standard definition TV now, eventually I’ll go with high definition, and will buy one that does 1080p.
After that I was going to head to Super Target, but I realized that I could get what I needed from Giant, so I went there and then headed home.
(At Giant, someone was restocking the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. No AmeriCone Dream was in evidence.)
Oh, and I suppose I should post a picture of my new toy.
The buttons on either side are programmable. I haven’t messed with them too much, but some of their default functions are pretty useful.The much higher level of pressure sensitivity (compared to my old one) is nice, but the sheer size of it is taking some getting used to (I know: that’s what she said to both the pressure sensitivity and size.), as is the aspect ratio. I keep trying to position my stylus the way I would have on the old one, which throws things way off.(Yes, yes. I heard her say it, okay?)
In any case, I suppose I should spend what remains of my Wednesday fiddling around with the settings and new features.(And you’re wrong: that’s not what she said. She was about to say it, but decided against it because her grandmother was there and she was too embarrassed to do it.)
So apparently they weren’t inspecting every unit today. That would have been nice to know several hours ago.
I decided that I might as well venture out and do what I needed, hitting the comic book store first and working my way back.
I dropped off a list for their subscription service, so now I don’t have to worry about missing anything, and that should hopefully eliminate some of the confusion when I’m picking up Scott’s books.
Then I stopped at Best Buy, where I nearly bought one of these, but decided against it because it maxes out at 1080i. I want something like this so that I can watch videos on my computer’s hard drive on my TV rather than having to watch them at the computer, and while I only have a standard definition TV now, eventually I’ll go with high definition, and will buy one that does 1080p.
After that I was going to head to Super Target, but I realized that I could get what I needed from Giant, so I went there and then headed home.
(At Giant, someone was restocking the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream. No AmeriCone Dream was in evidence.)
Oh, and I suppose I should post a picture of my new toy.
The buttons on either side are programmable. I haven’t messed with them too much, but some of their default functions are pretty useful.The much higher level of pressure sensitivity (compared to my old one) is nice, but the sheer size of it is taking some getting used to (I know: that’s what she said to both the pressure sensitivity and size.), as is the aspect ratio. I keep trying to position my stylus the way I would have on the old one, which throws things way off.(Yes, yes. I heard her say it, okay?)
In any case, I suppose I should spend what remains of my Wednesday fiddling around with the settings and new features.(And you’re wrong: that’s not what she said. She was about to say it, but decided against it because her grandmother was there and she was too embarrassed to do it.)
A Prisoner In My Own Home (Plus: Rambling, Pointless Thoughts On Spider-Man 3!)
So I’m waiting for the person(s) from the condo developer to come and inspect my place, but have no idea when that’s going to happen.
I hate having to be on someone else’s schedule, and I wish I’d been given a specific time.
I hate the whole “be home between now and September” kind of thing. Tell me when you’re going to be here, then be here at that time. It really shouldn’t be all that difficult.
At the very least, give a timeframe, not this be home all day crap.
And sure, normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but there are actually a few things that I need to do out in the world today, so it would be nice to know when it’s safe to leave.
Admittedly, I could have just left a key at the office with my authorization to enter, but I want to be here for it.
*Sigh*
I guess I should say a little more about Spider-Man 3.
The biggest problem I had with it was the amount of time he spent without his mask. It was even worse this time around than it was in the last movie.
This was made even more irritating by the amount of time Venom spent without his mask.
The other big problem was the rather ambitious nature of the movie. Three villains? Even in a 2+ hour movie, that means giving short shrift to each villain, particularly given all of the other plot threads that the story was woven together from (pun sort of intended).
The Venom story didn’t get nearly enough time to develop properly, and the Sandman storyline just sort of dropped off for a while before reappearing at the end.
I’m sure a lot of people were put off by how much time was devoted to Spidey’s personal life and all of the teary-eyed moments, but the angst of his personal life has pretty much always been a trademark of Spider-Man since his creation, so there’s not much validity to that complaint.
My final complaint is that there weren’t really enough “incidental” Spider-Man scenes, the random thwarted muggings and various rescues that happen in the course of a regular day and in between major super-villain battles, though that’s a complaint I have about most super hero movies.
But that does bring us to the action, which was all very good. No complaints at all on that front, though the fights just weren’t as cool as the fights in 2. I mean, Spidey and Doc Ock fighting on the side of a building? Easily beats out the high speed aerial chase through narrow alleys (which was still very cool).
As for the performances, Tobey Maguire, as per usual, seemed to be sort of sleepwalking through the role, but still managed to do a decent job.
Kirsten Dunst, in my mind, has only been playing someone with red hair who happens to be named Mary Jane Watson; she hasn’t ever been Mary Jane. She just lacks the spark. Still, it’s never been a deal-breaker. I will say that her wardrobe this time around was rather frumpy. She actually looked her best in her waitress uniform.
Thomas Haden Church did a great job as the Sandman (The whole “birth of Sandman” sequence in which he struggles to reassemble himself after the accident that transformed him into living sand was one of my favorites in the movie. I will say that the people conducting the experiment that caused the transformation was probably the best-looking group of scientists ever assembled. I really doubt that in all the world there are that many good looking scientists.), and the Sandman effects were very well done.
Topher Grace did his best work as Eddie Brock, though he was also a serviceable Venom. Of course, Venom was mostly effects (hence the constant need to remove the mask in order to give Grace something to do), but he did get in some good lines.
Naturally I loved the Bruce Campbell cameo, though I still think his cameo in 2 beats this one by a very slim margin.
Not much needs to be said about J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson beyond mentioning that he was pitch-perfect as always. The man was born to play that part.
Bryce Dallas Howard made an amazing Gwen Stacy. She was, as I mentioned to Scott, a total Dodson, which is to say that she looked like a character illustrated by Terry and Rachel Dodson brought to life. In fact, she looked exactly like Gwen Stacy as illustrated by the Dodsons in a Spider-Man story that had been the first place I’d ever taken note of their work.
Of course, I will say that she had some padding added either to her clothes or to herself to make her look so buxom, as I’ve seen her sans clothes and at that time she was decidedly less zaftig.
One thing I found sort of interesting about the casting is that Kirsten Dunst, a blonde, plays a redhead, while Bryce Dallas Howard, a redhead, plays a blonde.
Bringing Gwen into the franchise at all at this late date was kind of interesting choice, though, as in the comics world Gwen was Peter’s first love, and, like Mary Jane in the first movie, she was thrown off a bridge by the Green Goblin, though unlike MJ, Gwen didn’t survive.
I can’t say I really approved of Gwen’s treatment in the movie. Not in how she was handled as a character – that was fine, and Ms. Howard played her well – but in how she was treated by the other characters. She really wasn’t much more than an object to be coveted or used by the people around her.
Which leads me to the effect that the black suit had on Peter as it destroyed his inhibitions and turned him into a creature of nearly pure Id.
For the most part it led to throwaway moments of Sam Raimi silliness (a la Hercules or Xena), but in some cases it led to some very interesting moments.
Basically, what’s fun about having a hero under the influence of something that weakens his inhibitions is that you get to see him do and say things that you always wished he would do or say but knew that he couldn’t because, well, he’s the hero, and heroes just don’t (or at least shouldn’t) act that way.
In that spirit, the best line of the movie came with Peter standing over a defeated (in more ways than one) Harry Osborn and taunting him by saying, “Oh, look at little Goblin Jr. Are you gonna cry?”
Anyway, that’s my considerably lengthier take on the movie. I could go on even more, but I’ll spare us all and stop here.
Ugh, I really hate sitting here waiting, wondering if I could make it to the comic book store, Best Buy, and Super Target and still get back here in time, or thinking about leaving a note saying, “Back at X.”
*Sigh*
I hate having to be on someone else’s schedule, and I wish I’d been given a specific time.
I hate the whole “be home between now and September” kind of thing. Tell me when you’re going to be here, then be here at that time. It really shouldn’t be all that difficult.
At the very least, give a timeframe, not this be home all day crap.
And sure, normally it wouldn’t be an issue, but there are actually a few things that I need to do out in the world today, so it would be nice to know when it’s safe to leave.
Admittedly, I could have just left a key at the office with my authorization to enter, but I want to be here for it.
*Sigh*
I guess I should say a little more about Spider-Man 3.
The biggest problem I had with it was the amount of time he spent without his mask. It was even worse this time around than it was in the last movie.
This was made even more irritating by the amount of time Venom spent without his mask.
The other big problem was the rather ambitious nature of the movie. Three villains? Even in a 2+ hour movie, that means giving short shrift to each villain, particularly given all of the other plot threads that the story was woven together from (pun sort of intended).
The Venom story didn’t get nearly enough time to develop properly, and the Sandman storyline just sort of dropped off for a while before reappearing at the end.
I’m sure a lot of people were put off by how much time was devoted to Spidey’s personal life and all of the teary-eyed moments, but the angst of his personal life has pretty much always been a trademark of Spider-Man since his creation, so there’s not much validity to that complaint.
My final complaint is that there weren’t really enough “incidental” Spider-Man scenes, the random thwarted muggings and various rescues that happen in the course of a regular day and in between major super-villain battles, though that’s a complaint I have about most super hero movies.
But that does bring us to the action, which was all very good. No complaints at all on that front, though the fights just weren’t as cool as the fights in 2. I mean, Spidey and Doc Ock fighting on the side of a building? Easily beats out the high speed aerial chase through narrow alleys (which was still very cool).
As for the performances, Tobey Maguire, as per usual, seemed to be sort of sleepwalking through the role, but still managed to do a decent job.
Kirsten Dunst, in my mind, has only been playing someone with red hair who happens to be named Mary Jane Watson; she hasn’t ever been Mary Jane. She just lacks the spark. Still, it’s never been a deal-breaker. I will say that her wardrobe this time around was rather frumpy. She actually looked her best in her waitress uniform.
Thomas Haden Church did a great job as the Sandman (The whole “birth of Sandman” sequence in which he struggles to reassemble himself after the accident that transformed him into living sand was one of my favorites in the movie. I will say that the people conducting the experiment that caused the transformation was probably the best-looking group of scientists ever assembled. I really doubt that in all the world there are that many good looking scientists.), and the Sandman effects were very well done.
Topher Grace did his best work as Eddie Brock, though he was also a serviceable Venom. Of course, Venom was mostly effects (hence the constant need to remove the mask in order to give Grace something to do), but he did get in some good lines.
Naturally I loved the Bruce Campbell cameo, though I still think his cameo in 2 beats this one by a very slim margin.
Not much needs to be said about J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson beyond mentioning that he was pitch-perfect as always. The man was born to play that part.
Bryce Dallas Howard made an amazing Gwen Stacy. She was, as I mentioned to Scott, a total Dodson, which is to say that she looked like a character illustrated by Terry and Rachel Dodson brought to life. In fact, she looked exactly like Gwen Stacy as illustrated by the Dodsons in a Spider-Man story that had been the first place I’d ever taken note of their work.
Of course, I will say that she had some padding added either to her clothes or to herself to make her look so buxom, as I’ve seen her sans clothes and at that time she was decidedly less zaftig.
One thing I found sort of interesting about the casting is that Kirsten Dunst, a blonde, plays a redhead, while Bryce Dallas Howard, a redhead, plays a blonde.
Bringing Gwen into the franchise at all at this late date was kind of interesting choice, though, as in the comics world Gwen was Peter’s first love, and, like Mary Jane in the first movie, she was thrown off a bridge by the Green Goblin, though unlike MJ, Gwen didn’t survive.
I can’t say I really approved of Gwen’s treatment in the movie. Not in how she was handled as a character – that was fine, and Ms. Howard played her well – but in how she was treated by the other characters. She really wasn’t much more than an object to be coveted or used by the people around her.
Which leads me to the effect that the black suit had on Peter as it destroyed his inhibitions and turned him into a creature of nearly pure Id.
For the most part it led to throwaway moments of Sam Raimi silliness (a la Hercules or Xena), but in some cases it led to some very interesting moments.
Basically, what’s fun about having a hero under the influence of something that weakens his inhibitions is that you get to see him do and say things that you always wished he would do or say but knew that he couldn’t because, well, he’s the hero, and heroes just don’t (or at least shouldn’t) act that way.
In that spirit, the best line of the movie came with Peter standing over a defeated (in more ways than one) Harry Osborn and taunting him by saying, “Oh, look at little Goblin Jr. Are you gonna cry?”
Anyway, that’s my considerably lengthier take on the movie. I could go on even more, but I’ll spare us all and stop here.
Ugh, I really hate sitting here waiting, wondering if I could make it to the comic book store, Best Buy, and Super Target and still get back here in time, or thinking about leaving a note saying, “Back at X.”
*Sigh*
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
The Hot Girls Of The Service Industry
So it was another unintentionally late night last night as I struggled to sleep.
I woke up this morning at around 9:30. Normally when I get up I throw on a pair of shorts and grab whatever shirt is handy in the hamper (AKA my bedroom floor), but since I was going to have to be in the shower by 10 in order to get on the road in time to meet up with Scott, I decided to call the shirt a miss and sat down to check my mail and read the news, and etc.
Naturally, because I was sitting there shirtless, there was a knock at the door.
I scrambled to get to the door while throwing on a shirt, hoping that it was the UPS guy, as I’d heard what sounded like the squeal a UPS truck makes shortly before the knock.
My hopes were answered, as it was the UPS guy delivering my new tablet.
I’d called the company I bought it from on Friday to ask what was up with me not getting a tracking number and ultimately was told that they didn’t have any idea why I hadn’t gotten one, and would get back to me after contacting the warehouse, which they had tried, and failed, to do while I was on hold.
I never got the tracking number, but that’s sort of irrelevant now.
(The tablet is huge, by the way. Good thing I didn’t buy the 9x12.)
Of course, I couldn’t play with the tablet at all, as I had to shower and get ready.
While I was on the road my phone rang, which was kind of a hassle, as it was in my pocket, so I had to struggle to get it out, answer it, and try not to crash into any of the too-slowly moving traffic all around me.
It was my mom calling to tell me that my niece Jourdan, who’d had her tonsils removed last week, had been brought to the Marquette hospital because she was still bleeding from the surgery.
I assume she’s doing okay, as I haven’t heard anything further, though I did just try calling my mom and she wasn’t home. Still, if there were any problems someone would let me know.
And then Scott, Stacy, and I went to see Spider-Man 3. I’ll write more about it in another post, but the short answer is that I liked it, but 2 was better.
While I was there, I found out afterwards when checking my voicemail, Kathleen had called to say that if I wanted we could meet for dinner, as she’d read about me buying her presents yesterday.
It was after 3 by the time I’d gotten home.
I hooked up the new tablet and played around with it for a bit, then got to work on picking my comics up off the floor and putting them away (I need at least two more boxes to contain them all, I think. I didn’t even bother trying to organize them; I just boxed what I could, put the boxes in the closet, and piled the rest on top of the boxes.), and then Kathleen called to tell me where we were going to meet. She suggested two places. I went with the one I’d never been to.
So we met for dinner and I gave her the gifts I’d gotten her – one of those instant cell phone charger dealies and, as a bit of a gag, a flask, which I suggested she take along on trips to visit her family – and we ate. I had the Chicken Picatta, which was much better than the Chicken Picatta I’d made once (though mine wasn’t bad).
After dinner I came home and saw that I had an e-mail from the homeowner who’s been dealing with the condo developer on our behalf saying that we’ll all be getting purchase offers in the mail this week and that the buy-back is going through.
So that was cool.
Now I have to try to find a new place to live. Oh well, I’ve got time; the deal will take 180 days from the signing of the purchase agreement.
There were some unusually attractive girls at the places I went to today. The girl working the ticket counter at the theater was very cute, and pretty much all of the girls working at the restaurant were cute, with some really exceptional ones thrown into the mix, though who knows how old any of them were.
(As we were going out the door I spotted someone going in – followed inevitably by her dorky, mildly retarded-looking boyfriend – who looked to have been produced in the Jon’s Dream Girl Factory. Petite, dark hair, big, expressive eyes, nice rack, nice ass.)
Of course, that there were cute girls all around made no real difference because I am, after all, Jon, but it was still noteworthy given how unusual it is to see that many in one day (let alone one place).
As is always the case, though, Kathleen sparked some interest from the girl who brought out our food. She was all, “That nail polish is awesome!”
Sure, it seemed innocent enough, but after the girl left Kathleen said, “She wants me.”
She always gets all the hot girl action when we’re out together, and nobody ever says anything about the color of my nails.
*Sigh*
And, minus the examination of the movie, that was pretty much my day.
I woke up this morning at around 9:30. Normally when I get up I throw on a pair of shorts and grab whatever shirt is handy in the hamper (AKA my bedroom floor), but since I was going to have to be in the shower by 10 in order to get on the road in time to meet up with Scott, I decided to call the shirt a miss and sat down to check my mail and read the news, and etc.
Naturally, because I was sitting there shirtless, there was a knock at the door.
I scrambled to get to the door while throwing on a shirt, hoping that it was the UPS guy, as I’d heard what sounded like the squeal a UPS truck makes shortly before the knock.
My hopes were answered, as it was the UPS guy delivering my new tablet.
I’d called the company I bought it from on Friday to ask what was up with me not getting a tracking number and ultimately was told that they didn’t have any idea why I hadn’t gotten one, and would get back to me after contacting the warehouse, which they had tried, and failed, to do while I was on hold.
I never got the tracking number, but that’s sort of irrelevant now.
(The tablet is huge, by the way. Good thing I didn’t buy the 9x12.)
Of course, I couldn’t play with the tablet at all, as I had to shower and get ready.
While I was on the road my phone rang, which was kind of a hassle, as it was in my pocket, so I had to struggle to get it out, answer it, and try not to crash into any of the too-slowly moving traffic all around me.
It was my mom calling to tell me that my niece Jourdan, who’d had her tonsils removed last week, had been brought to the Marquette hospital because she was still bleeding from the surgery.
I assume she’s doing okay, as I haven’t heard anything further, though I did just try calling my mom and she wasn’t home. Still, if there were any problems someone would let me know.
And then Scott, Stacy, and I went to see Spider-Man 3. I’ll write more about it in another post, but the short answer is that I liked it, but 2 was better.
While I was there, I found out afterwards when checking my voicemail, Kathleen had called to say that if I wanted we could meet for dinner, as she’d read about me buying her presents yesterday.
It was after 3 by the time I’d gotten home.
I hooked up the new tablet and played around with it for a bit, then got to work on picking my comics up off the floor and putting them away (I need at least two more boxes to contain them all, I think. I didn’t even bother trying to organize them; I just boxed what I could, put the boxes in the closet, and piled the rest on top of the boxes.), and then Kathleen called to tell me where we were going to meet. She suggested two places. I went with the one I’d never been to.
So we met for dinner and I gave her the gifts I’d gotten her – one of those instant cell phone charger dealies and, as a bit of a gag, a flask, which I suggested she take along on trips to visit her family – and we ate. I had the Chicken Picatta, which was much better than the Chicken Picatta I’d made once (though mine wasn’t bad).
After dinner I came home and saw that I had an e-mail from the homeowner who’s been dealing with the condo developer on our behalf saying that we’ll all be getting purchase offers in the mail this week and that the buy-back is going through.
So that was cool.
Now I have to try to find a new place to live. Oh well, I’ve got time; the deal will take 180 days from the signing of the purchase agreement.
There were some unusually attractive girls at the places I went to today. The girl working the ticket counter at the theater was very cute, and pretty much all of the girls working at the restaurant were cute, with some really exceptional ones thrown into the mix, though who knows how old any of them were.
(As we were going out the door I spotted someone going in – followed inevitably by her dorky, mildly retarded-looking boyfriend – who looked to have been produced in the Jon’s Dream Girl Factory. Petite, dark hair, big, expressive eyes, nice rack, nice ass.)
Of course, that there were cute girls all around made no real difference because I am, after all, Jon, but it was still noteworthy given how unusual it is to see that many in one day (let alone one place).
As is always the case, though, Kathleen sparked some interest from the girl who brought out our food. She was all, “That nail polish is awesome!”
Sure, it seemed innocent enough, but after the girl left Kathleen said, “She wants me.”
She always gets all the hot girl action when we’re out together, and nobody ever says anything about the color of my nails.
*Sigh*
And, minus the examination of the movie, that was pretty much my day.
Monday, May 07, 2007
The Sunday Fester
I haven’t been sleeping especially well lately, finding that, while I feel tired, I just can’t get comfortable at night and so I toss and turn for a couple of hours, wake up multiple times while it’s still dark out, wake up again about an hour before I would normally get up, then fall back to sleep and get up a half hour to an hour after the time I normally get up.
I am then tired all day and anticipate falling asleep easily owing to a certain amount of exhaustion, only to repeat the same cycle.
I suppose I could talk to my doctor about it…if I had one.
Actually getting a doctor is one of those things I’ve been meaning to do for a while, but have never bothered because, frankly, I haven’t seen any real reason. I almost never get sick (and when I do it’s generally just a mild cold that runs its course quickly), and despite a few minor complaints here and there (as evidenced by yesterday’s entry), I don’t really have any sort of ailments that demand medical attention.
And if suddenly get violently ill or something there’s always urgent care.
It’s certainly not like I’m opposed to seeking out medical assistance for specific problems. I mean, I’ve got a dentist, an eye doctor, and a chiropractor, but somehow it hasn’t seemed necessary to acquire a general practitioner.
And I doubt that it will any time soon, as I’m sure the sleeping thing will pass. Even if it doesn’t, I do manage to sleep on work nights, so it’s not really that big of a deal.
In any case, after waking up at around 10 this morning I did the usual dicking around before showering and shaving.
Shaving was a pain, as I’d done my usual Sunday festering yesterday, and as a result had not shaved.
Normally I shave with an electric razor, but that loses its effectiveness if I go more than one day without shaving, so today I had to do it the old-fashioned way, which is kind of a hassle (compared to the electric at least).
Once all of that was out of the way it was time to head out into the world. I was going to stop at Super Target to pick up a few Super-Target-y things, then go to Shoppers for groceries, but, forgetting the lesson I’d learned last week about why I shouldn’t, I decided to do all of my shopping there.
Oh well.
Among my purchases were some belated birthday presents for Kathleen. Now the question is whether I’ll see her and be able to give them to her this week, or if I’ll just give them to Brian on Thursday.
I haven’t seen Spider-Man 3 yet, as Scott and I are planning to catch a matinee tomorrow.
So far the reviews have been mixed, but on the other hand it apparently broke box office records over the weekend, and on the other other hand I don’t care what reviewers think anyway.
I got a letter the other day informing me that someone from the condo developer will be stopping by to inspect my unit (hehehehe) on Wednesday.
Not sure what’s up with that, as we did not achieve the required unanimous acceptance of the buy-back offer by the deadline, forcing the developer (who is in negotiations to sell off the project as an apartment complex) to go back to the drawing board.
It’s to their advantage to own all of the units if they want to sell the complex off, so I don’t’ really know what they’re going to do next.
While I don’t know what this means for my future, I do know that it means that I’m going to have to do something about the comic books piled up all over my floor.
As mentioned, yesterday I did the usual Sunday Fester, which consists of not showering, not getting properly dressed, not going anywhere, and generally sitting around doing not much of anything.
I did watch The Life of Brian, and the That Yellow Bastard segment from the Sin City special edition DVD, though, by way of doing something.
I also ordered a pizza.
So that was exciting.
Last night’s episode of The Simpsons featured Homer becoming a volunteer firefighter, which naturally made me think of Brian, who has recently moved his Becoming a Firefighter blog over to Blogger. My link to it has been updated to the new URL.
I suppose there’s enough time left in the day that I should try to do something constructive (like maybe pick up all my comic books and put them away), so I guess I’ll get to it.
I am then tired all day and anticipate falling asleep easily owing to a certain amount of exhaustion, only to repeat the same cycle.
I suppose I could talk to my doctor about it…if I had one.
Actually getting a doctor is one of those things I’ve been meaning to do for a while, but have never bothered because, frankly, I haven’t seen any real reason. I almost never get sick (and when I do it’s generally just a mild cold that runs its course quickly), and despite a few minor complaints here and there (as evidenced by yesterday’s entry), I don’t really have any sort of ailments that demand medical attention.
And if suddenly get violently ill or something there’s always urgent care.
It’s certainly not like I’m opposed to seeking out medical assistance for specific problems. I mean, I’ve got a dentist, an eye doctor, and a chiropractor, but somehow it hasn’t seemed necessary to acquire a general practitioner.
And I doubt that it will any time soon, as I’m sure the sleeping thing will pass. Even if it doesn’t, I do manage to sleep on work nights, so it’s not really that big of a deal.
In any case, after waking up at around 10 this morning I did the usual dicking around before showering and shaving.
Shaving was a pain, as I’d done my usual Sunday festering yesterday, and as a result had not shaved.
Normally I shave with an electric razor, but that loses its effectiveness if I go more than one day without shaving, so today I had to do it the old-fashioned way, which is kind of a hassle (compared to the electric at least).
Once all of that was out of the way it was time to head out into the world. I was going to stop at Super Target to pick up a few Super-Target-y things, then go to Shoppers for groceries, but, forgetting the lesson I’d learned last week about why I shouldn’t, I decided to do all of my shopping there.
Oh well.
Among my purchases were some belated birthday presents for Kathleen. Now the question is whether I’ll see her and be able to give them to her this week, or if I’ll just give them to Brian on Thursday.
I haven’t seen Spider-Man 3 yet, as Scott and I are planning to catch a matinee tomorrow.
So far the reviews have been mixed, but on the other hand it apparently broke box office records over the weekend, and on the other other hand I don’t care what reviewers think anyway.
I got a letter the other day informing me that someone from the condo developer will be stopping by to inspect my unit (hehehehe) on Wednesday.
Not sure what’s up with that, as we did not achieve the required unanimous acceptance of the buy-back offer by the deadline, forcing the developer (who is in negotiations to sell off the project as an apartment complex) to go back to the drawing board.
It’s to their advantage to own all of the units if they want to sell the complex off, so I don’t’ really know what they’re going to do next.
While I don’t know what this means for my future, I do know that it means that I’m going to have to do something about the comic books piled up all over my floor.
As mentioned, yesterday I did the usual Sunday Fester, which consists of not showering, not getting properly dressed, not going anywhere, and generally sitting around doing not much of anything.
I did watch The Life of Brian, and the That Yellow Bastard segment from the Sin City special edition DVD, though, by way of doing something.
I also ordered a pizza.
So that was exciting.
Last night’s episode of The Simpsons featured Homer becoming a volunteer firefighter, which naturally made me think of Brian, who has recently moved his Becoming a Firefighter blog over to Blogger. My link to it has been updated to the new URL.
I suppose there’s enough time left in the day that I should try to do something constructive (like maybe pick up all my comic books and put them away), so I guess I’ll get to it.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
A Conversation With My Body
My Body: Hey.
Me: Yeah?
My Body: Got a second?
Me: Well, I am at work, so yeah.
My Body: Your right knee hurts.
Me: What?
My Body: Your right knee. It hurts.
Me: Ow. You’re right.
My Body: Ha!
Me: Why does my right knee hurt?
My Body: Why do you think?
Me: I don’t know. I haven’t been doing anything other than just sitting here. I can’t see how, but did I twist it or something?
My Body: Nope.
Me: Well then why-
My Body: Because I hate you!
Me: What? But you are me.
My Body: Don’t remind me.
Me: Listen, can’t we just –
My Body: Nope.
Me: But why do you hate me?
My Body: Well, what have you ever done for me? You spent years trying to destroy me trhough inactivity, lousy nutrition, cigarettes, and booze.
Me: Okay, sure, but I gave up the booze and the smoking, and when I was active and eating better you didn’t seem to like that any more than being inactive and not eating well. And even now, I’m not exactly super conscientious about what I eat, but most of the time I try to keep it relatively healthy.
My Body: Pfft, yeah, eat another candy bar, fat ass.
Me: Hey, it’s not like you’ve ever done me any favors.
My Body: Oh, right, I’ve only been here for you your whole life.
Me: Yeah, and that’s the problem. I mean, you’re not exactly ideal, to put it mildly. You can barely manage to walk, you can’t eat or drink or just sit there not doing anything without choking, to say nothing of the fact that you stopped growing about six inches before I wanted you to.
My Body: Hey, that’s not my fault, pal.
Me: Well then whose fault is it? And all of that’s to say nothing about my eyes, or the fact that if it were up to you I’d spend my whole day in the goddamn bathroom.
My Body: You’re the one drinking water all the time.
Me: Yeah, for your benefit.
My Body: Yeah, well don’t do me any favors.
Me: I won’t.
My Body: Fine.
Me: Fine.
My Body: …
Me: …
My Body: There, now you have a random pain in your side, too.
Me: Ow.
My Body: I rule!
Me: Yeah?
My Body: Got a second?
Me: Well, I am at work, so yeah.
My Body: Your right knee hurts.
Me: What?
My Body: Your right knee. It hurts.
Me: Ow. You’re right.
My Body: Ha!
Me: Why does my right knee hurt?
My Body: Why do you think?
Me: I don’t know. I haven’t been doing anything other than just sitting here. I can’t see how, but did I twist it or something?
My Body: Nope.
Me: Well then why-
My Body: Because I hate you!
Me: What? But you are me.
My Body: Don’t remind me.
Me: Listen, can’t we just –
My Body: Nope.
Me: But why do you hate me?
My Body: Well, what have you ever done for me? You spent years trying to destroy me trhough inactivity, lousy nutrition, cigarettes, and booze.
Me: Okay, sure, but I gave up the booze and the smoking, and when I was active and eating better you didn’t seem to like that any more than being inactive and not eating well. And even now, I’m not exactly super conscientious about what I eat, but most of the time I try to keep it relatively healthy.
My Body: Pfft, yeah, eat another candy bar, fat ass.
Me: Hey, it’s not like you’ve ever done me any favors.
My Body: Oh, right, I’ve only been here for you your whole life.
Me: Yeah, and that’s the problem. I mean, you’re not exactly ideal, to put it mildly. You can barely manage to walk, you can’t eat or drink or just sit there not doing anything without choking, to say nothing of the fact that you stopped growing about six inches before I wanted you to.
My Body: Hey, that’s not my fault, pal.
Me: Well then whose fault is it? And all of that’s to say nothing about my eyes, or the fact that if it were up to you I’d spend my whole day in the goddamn bathroom.
My Body: You’re the one drinking water all the time.
Me: Yeah, for your benefit.
My Body: Yeah, well don’t do me any favors.
Me: I won’t.
My Body: Fine.
Me: Fine.
My Body: …
Me: …
My Body: There, now you have a random pain in your side, too.
Me: Ow.
My Body: I rule!
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