Listening: A Perfect Circle, Mer de Noms

Every now and then I like pretending that I'm well read and educated and have high aspirations for myself and my affect on the world around me.

This isn't one of those times.

yup it's time for streaming a play-by-play of the weekend before Monday beats me into submission.

But I should note that this might be tinged by a couple of things first: I'm full to the brim with yummy, fattening foods including chili fries, a cherry root bear and a Route 66 from Johnny Rockets. So the grease in my belly is somehow causing my brain to go gamboling between topics. And second: I nearly died this morning. tell you about it later.

Lessee. Friday. Gaming. Talked Jordan about the fun little evil things we can do with the Technocracy to continue to scare the bejesus out of our local PCs. It was fun. }:> Bringing that stuff into play will be funner. }:> }:>

The game wasn't maybe fantabulous, but it was more fun than I've come to expect from Vampire games, so that's something.

Saturday...Saturday. What the hell did we do on Saturday? Oh yeah! I forgot - on Friday ALL of the systems at work crashed and burned for most of the day. Not an ounce of work was accomplished by us editors. Although the poor tech guys were kept on their toes like crazy. apparently a virus got into the system and shot down our Web access. It was really funny. (well okey it wasn't funny, it probably cost us a lot of precious dinero and I've noticed most computer-type guys aren't really amused when their carefully crafted networks are dead in the water. But the irony involved in stopping an Internet company dead in its tracks amused me.)

anyway so they were hurting for overtime here so I came in on Saturday and finished in four hours the work that I was supposed to do all of Friday. Molasses went to his martial arts class and then we met up at his place in LBC.

We were bored so we went to a matinee showing of Tuxedo. Whew! it's a darned good thing I was in a good mood or I probably would have thrown my Icee at the screen somewhere in the first five minutes. Do Not go see this movie if you want a story that makes any sense, or even has a plot that might follow some kind of sensible arc. Do go see this movie if you've ever wondered just how Jerry Lewis would have gone about trying to fake being James Bond back when Jerry Lewis was acting. (If you've never seen Cinderfella but want to make fun of Jerry Lewis anyway here's my advice: shut up.)

But the movie was actually deliciously silly. It's like a chocolate truffle: NOTHING about it is good for you, but when you're in a certain kind of mood it's just perfect.

After that we drove down PCH under a brilliant sunset the sense of endlessness of the sea was scarred by the queue of ocean tankers stretching for as far as I could see. I wonder if the sailors at least get to go ashore and have some R&R until the lockout is over. *sighs*

Anyway we hit Huntington Beach with a mind to eat an early dinner at Louise's however, Louise's is not at Huntington anymore. }:/ So we hunted around for another place to eat and settled for the Huntington Beach Brewery. I was told it had ordinary brewery food, but apparently the person that told me this has a radically different experience with brewery food than I do. Since I'm used to rediculously good food coming from breweries and HBB didn't really deliver. But at least we got to watch the third quarter of the USC-Washington State football game. USC made a lot of mistakes and all we was the Cougars make a field goal. }:P But apparently it went into OT when the Cougars finally took it.

Also the brewery was perched on the second floor of one of the buildings so we could look out over the Pacific and watch the sun slip silently under the horizon. After reading Sandman I always have the urge to whisper to God, "Yes, this one was good too. You old bastard."

After dinner we headed back to Molasses' with a quick stop at Cold Stone for some creamy, icy sin.

At the house we were feeling the day was pretty much overwith and started prepping for bed when we noticed it was still a quarter to nine. Trying really hard to avoid our nascent geriatric attitude, we settled in with the Agent Orange and a couple of friends and watched a handful of Cowboy Bebop edisodes.

Around eleven we headed to bed and cuddled while read some Dave Barry out loud.

On Sunday we slept in and then lazed around for another hourish. I had an odd hallucinatory dream where I was hanging around with my mom and siblings and went back to the house before everyone else. My dad was in the living room asleep and I decided I wanted to find Alexa, but I couldn't quite find her. I was dimly aware that the house hadn't been arranged yet for her arrival so I wasn't sure where she had been stowed until there was room for her. At the front door my aunt Gloria showed up with her youngest son trailing behind. I led them in and told them to be quiet. Then we silently went to digging around the house looking for the baby.

I found my way out of that dream with an overwhelmind desire to go see my neice and told Molasses about it. He agreed to play along and we made a day of going to OC.

We hit Islands for lunch, where I called my sister to make sure she'd be around. Then we headed straight up to Fullerton. Alexa has apparently grown three quarters of an inch already but her clothes are still to small and she's actually considered a premie (eventhough mom went into labor on her due date), but she's still underweight. she's so adorable! She was asleep when we visited and mostly stayed that way. She never once opened her eyesthough I wanted to show them to Molasses. They look like little black marbles. I lay her on the floor in the living room and unwrapped on the blankets and squirmed some, but she really got going when I started lightly tickling her belly. We're definately related. };>

After about an hour we headed on to Game Castle but after twenty minutes there Molasses realized he had dropped his ID and other important cards somewhere. We found them at the house under the lazyboy he had sat in. By then my parents were home and they were in good spirits, though tired. They had been out protesting abortion.

*sighs* so many comments.... oh well.

I think they're nice to Molasses these days because he hasn't knocked me up, is employed and has gone to church with us on occasion - but mostly the first thing. anyway... irritation with my parents is an entry for another time

We headed to Disneyland after that and spent the evening at California adventure. (Annual passes kiss ass!) We went on the rollercoaster which is actually really good, much smoother than most coasters at Six Flags though those are just thismuch more thrilling. We explored this animation workshop place and went to the MuppetVision 3-D show. I'd seen it at Walt Disney World, but that was a whole ten years ago. It was still refreshing fun and utterly insane. }:>

Unfortunately the place closed at eight, but not before the Electric Parade went by. I made Molasses take a seat while I bounced and enjoyed the whole thing and giggled and waved like a seven year old. I have a lot of fun when I'm all sugared-up }:>

Then we rolled by the Block, had some cheap spaghetti and meatballs and headed on toward LBC.

Molasses played around on the computer for a little bit and I read some before turning in. We had to get up horribly early because of street work on Temple. The Agent had already had his car towed once for the silliness so we just made up our minds to get up and out by 6:30.

I headed up to Pasadena as usual and very nearly made it in without incident when I was crossing Colorado on Fair Oaks and this lady in an SUV stopped mere inched from my car. I laid on my horn and pointed to her red light. It took all of my strength to *not* point with my middle finger. She looked around the cell phone pressed to her ear at me and mouthed "I'm sorry." Other cars were honking so I waved her on across the street so I could get on with my merry life. Fucking crusty-ass bitch.

So anyway. I should probably get to work or something. There's still a lot of the chili fries hanging around in my gut but if I drink enough water I think I'll be ok. I had lunch with Greggi-poo to wish him well. Tomorrow he'll get on a plane bound for New York to start two years of musical theatre training. Welcome to your future, kiddo, make sure to grab on with both hands.

*sighs* I'm so jealous. Well at least I finally get to go see this black box Richard has been telling me about tonight. I have no idea what I'll tell the owner. I don't have a play and don't really have any money to mount anything. I'm hoping maybe early Jaunary I'll be able to pull something off. We'll see.