When I got home from work today I was tired and I had a headache, so I took a nap.
Three hours later I woke up and I was still tired and still had a headache.
I sat around and did nothing in particular for a while, had two bowls of Golden Grahams for dinner, then watched a movie.
It will actually be my last Netflix movie, as my gift subscription expires in a few days, and I don’t see it as adding enough value for me to actually pay for it every month. It was a good way to see movies that I kinda-sorta wanted to see, but didn’t want to pay for, but if I’m going to have to pay to see them, meh.
The particular movie I watched tonight was Lars and the Real Girl, and I actually really liked it. I thought it would be kind of amusing, which it was, but I didn’t expect it to be as sad, and touching, and, well, poignant as it turned out to be.
I can’t really recommend it to everyone, but as a quiet, lonely, isolated weirdo it was interesting to watch a movie about someone even quieter, lonelier, and more isolated and weird.
But if you don’t have the same capacity to relate to the plight of the titular Lars that I do, you might just think it’s weird. Which it is, but I think it’s weird in a good way.
Anyway, that’s been my Friday. I hope the adrenaline rush that no doubt accompanied reading about my exciting adventures wasn’t too much for you.
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Friday, August 15, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Jon's Tips For Success Number 1: Keep Your Expectations Low
When I woke up yesterday morning I thought, “Is it Saturday?”
With surprising quickness, my mind answered itself, saying, “No, but it is Friday.”
With my hopes of being able to sleep in dashed, I thought, “Well, can it at least be a couple of hours until I have to get up?”
When I turned to look at the clock, I had my answer: no.
In fact, it was about five minutes until I had to get up.
Though it had a rough start, the day went pretty well, up until about the last hour and a half at work, which got kind of hectic, but that all sorted itself out in time for me to leave at around the usual time.
Once I got home I decided that I really needed to do something about the food situation and ventured out into the world to do some shopping.
While that was a relatively painless experience, the Universe decided to make up for it by launching a guerrilla campaign to ensure that making dinner was as much of a pain in the ass as possible.
There weren’t any major catastrophes, just a bunch of minor annoyances, like the film cover on the tray of mostaciolli and meatballs – yes, I bought the two pound family size package, even though I don’t have a family, and, for those of you who remember the commercials, did not invite Al and his family over to share it – refusing to come off in one piece. Or even two pieces. Or even five.
Shit like that.
Friday night has become my night to get around to watching whatever Netflix DVD I got earlier in the week. Last night’s opus was Let’s Go to Prison, which, despite being directed by Bob Odenkirk – the “Bob” of Mr. Show with Bob and David – and starring Will Arnett, was extremely disappointing and unfunny.
I did get some amusement out of seeing Chi McBride, who plays Emerson on Pushing Daisies, though, but that was pretty much the only bright spot.
So that was my Friday.
So far today…well, I did at least take a shower and get dressed, so I guess that’s something.
Oh, and I wrote this.
So yeah, big accomplishments all around.
With surprising quickness, my mind answered itself, saying, “No, but it is Friday.”
With my hopes of being able to sleep in dashed, I thought, “Well, can it at least be a couple of hours until I have to get up?”
When I turned to look at the clock, I had my answer: no.
In fact, it was about five minutes until I had to get up.
Though it had a rough start, the day went pretty well, up until about the last hour and a half at work, which got kind of hectic, but that all sorted itself out in time for me to leave at around the usual time.
Once I got home I decided that I really needed to do something about the food situation and ventured out into the world to do some shopping.
While that was a relatively painless experience, the Universe decided to make up for it by launching a guerrilla campaign to ensure that making dinner was as much of a pain in the ass as possible.
There weren’t any major catastrophes, just a bunch of minor annoyances, like the film cover on the tray of mostaciolli and meatballs – yes, I bought the two pound family size package, even though I don’t have a family, and, for those of you who remember the commercials, did not invite Al and his family over to share it – refusing to come off in one piece. Or even two pieces. Or even five.
Shit like that.
Friday night has become my night to get around to watching whatever Netflix DVD I got earlier in the week. Last night’s opus was Let’s Go to Prison, which, despite being directed by Bob Odenkirk – the “Bob” of Mr. Show with Bob and David – and starring Will Arnett, was extremely disappointing and unfunny.
I did get some amusement out of seeing Chi McBride, who plays Emerson on Pushing Daisies, though, but that was pretty much the only bright spot.
So that was my Friday.
So far today…well, I did at least take a shower and get dressed, so I guess that’s something.
Oh, and I wrote this.
So yeah, big accomplishments all around.
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