I’ve spent 2 hours on the phone with Time Warner’s lackeys in the last three days. Screw their DVR service. I’m getting Tivo. They’re running a special on a reconditioned Series 2 60 hour box for $149.
Damn, this venison jerky is tasty.
I deep fried a Twinkie the other day and ate it. We also made buffalo wings and fish and chips.
There’s a decadent aroma upstairs of jerky cooking. We’ve got a few pounds of well-marinated venison in the dehydrator right now. Yum.
My Tim Tam order came in today. I tore into one of the packages of Original flavor and tried one. I was totally underwhelmed. Then I dunked it into a cup of hot coffee. Now I see what the fuss is about.
I’ve been doing more Google Answers lately, Yesterday I called the guy who dod the box cover for Atari’s Centipede. I don’t know which of us was more impressed to be talking to the other – me, since I was talking to a guy who had designed U.S. postage stanps that I actually had sitting on my desk, or him, since he was talking to someone who was putatively associated with Google (even though I tried to tell him I was an independent contractor… I just sound impressive, even though I’m quite ordinary).
I watched the first half of Bowling for Columbine the other night and couldn’t bear to sit through the second half. First of all, it was really really boring. Second of all, the editing was so obviously done to make people whom Moore disagrees with look silly. Third, he doles out statistics without ever revaling their sources (and that, weirdly, completely disagree with the U.N. study that was done earlier last year about gun violence, naming the U.K. the worst nation for gun violence in the western world). Fourth, he shows stuff that’s completely patently untrue (I think it was supposed to be satire, but viewing it satirically beats up Moore’s points), and it’s depressing to think that people will soak it up and not wonder if it’s real or not (i.e. A Brief History of America… they didn’t burn witches, pilgrims didn’t sail to Africa to capture slaves, etc… and he claims that the Africanized honey bees never made it to the U.S., then the website links to a site saying they’re here… ).
Moore makes himself out to be an expert shot, that he “won” the junior marksman certificate from the NRA… want to know what the qualifications are? at 50 feet (about 16 yards) you have to make 25 out of 50 points on a target. Guess what? I “won” this “award” too, when I was 12. It took him until he was 16. And this is the kind of responsible film maker he is –
Q. Did Columbine High School give you permission to film inside the school?
A. No. So we just walked in and filmed the empty hallways. It is very easy for anyone to just walk right in to the school. There is virtually no security still at the school.
(from the Bowling for Columbine web site.
Uh, yeah, so anyway, the film’s boring. The best part I saw in the entire first half was the Marilyn Manson interview, which totally shocked the hell out of me. The guy’s actually articulate.
Oh great. I can’t take his money. I can’t print my own money. I have to work for my money. Why don’t I just lay down and die?
It happens every damned year. I get really into the Christmas spirit – about a week after Christmas. Bah.
Inigo: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Count Rugen: Stop saying that!
Inigo: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Count Rugen: No!
Inigo: Offer me money!
Count Rugen: Yes!
Inigo: Power, too. Promise me that!
Count Rugen: All that I have and more! Please!
Inigo: Offer me everything I ask for!
Count Rugen: Anything you want.
Inigo: I want my father back, you son of a bitch. *stab*
Never fails to give me chills.
I just spent $100 on cookies. Something called Tim Tams that Aussies rave about. They’d better be worth it, or else I will blame all of Australia for the loss of my $100.
Went to see The Two Towers tonight. It was very good. I fear that I was a bit lost since it’s more esoteric than Fellowship of the Ring and I haven’t read the series in 15 years or so. Now I’m going to have to re-read it, since I’m all emotionally attached to Gollum and I want to make sure that he redeems himself in the end.
Why does that chubby Ent have a bellybutton?
I can’t listen to music anymore. It makes me too emotional. Hub got me the Andrew Lloyd Webber collection for Christmas and I popped in Cats; by 10 seconds into the overture I was surreptitiously wiping tears. WTF? I’m pretty sure that I’d sob if someone put on, say, Muskrat Love. Is it being sick? PMS? My doddering old age?
Speaking of my boobs (we weren’t), I’ve got two rather large wounds now that have become infected. Mastitis, ironically – I never got it when people usually get it, in the early weeks of breastfeeding. It also gives you flu-like symptoms and makes you feel generally yucky. I’ve been sleeping about 15 hours out of the day. I’ve got to be on antibiotics for something like a month, which causes unpleasant site effects in and of itself.
The new dime-sized wound has brought a friend along to play. At this rate I should just be one big oozing sore by summertime.
We were supposed to go to the ranch today but my surgeon’s office isn’t open today so I have to call in tomorrow morning to see if I can get in. If they can’t see me until late we’re just going to have to cancel the whole weekend and let the 8 other people we invited know at the last minute. The kids are a little sniffly today anyway. Perhaps they caught something from the 2 year old girl in line to see Santa who kept picking her nose and apparently trying to feed the boogers to my daughter. Some parents really have no fucking clue on how to handle their kids. If your child is sick, do not allow it to feed its boogers to mychild. In fact, do not allow it to feed its boogers to my child even if it is well.
I can’t decide whether I want to go this weekend or not. On one hand, it will be fun, hopefully we’ll be able to bring home some venison, and I’ll get to hang out with some friends I don’t see ofter. On the other hand, the kids don’t sleep well down there, my boob hurts something fierce, and it’s a lot of work. If we end up staying home and it’s because of me, I know I’m going to get pouted at all weekend.
I got a six hour nap today, which was luscious. That’s more sleep at one time then I’ve had in literally weeks. I could have slept more, but I was rousted. Here’s a note to those of you who would wake me up: you will get better results if you wake me up gently, rather than yelling and/or bitching. Just a thought.
I think, in the end, I will be quite relieved if we end up staying home this weekend. This would be our third trip out of town in less than a week.
I am in desparate need of a vacation. It’s a 24 hour drive to Las Vegas from here. Oy.