Stuff of the Day

Update: I had a sort-of date last night with S to see The Hangover.  Ok, seriously, if you haven’t seen this movie – FIX THAT LACK.  Go see it as soon as possible.  It’s easily the funniest movie I’ve seen in a very long time.  Admittedly, there were some Wrong things in it that people who are too uptight and conservative might have issues with.  Fuck ’em, they need to lighten up.  I haven’t laughed that often or that hard in a theater in I don’t know how long.  I’ve tried to think of the last movie I saw that I laughed that much at, and I can’t think of anything more recent than Anger Management when I saw it in the theater – and I don’t think I laughed as much for it.

Broke my diet (again) last night.  Had a 6″ turkey on Italian Herb and Cheese from Subway last night.  Of the available cheap fast options, that seemed the least evil.

Haven’t touched my Warlock in WoW in like 2 weeks.  I’m debating whether or not I want to go back, finish off the last level to 80, and try to gear up to rejoin my guild raiding . . . or just consider it a lost cause and continue with the other pursuits I’ve been distracting myself with.

Link of the Day: Unusual Canned Foods from Around the World

Spam of the Day: “I photoshopped your face”

Funny of the Day: “Spazi” isn’t right, but it should be.

Pic of the Day: Blasphemy can be fun.

Quote of the Day: “(704): You know the commpass Jack Sparrow has? The one that just points at whatever you want? Thas pretty much my moral compass.” – Someone from TFLN


Stuff of the Day

Update: I found out yesterday morning, that yesterday, and today (and probably Mondays and Tuesday for a bit to come until our new product is done-ish) get to be work-late days.  An added 2 hours a day.  Plus, we get to have half-days on Saturdays!  Normally, the concept of overtime pay is something I’d not mind so much right now.  But losing my Saturday mornings infringes on nigh-sacred sleep-late time.  Ah well.

I went last night after work and saw Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian.  It was Ok.  Fun, light, cute.  Should have been funnier, IMO, but it was entertaining.  Not super though, and I’m glad I decided to see Star Trek again Saturday with K.  After I left the theater, barely out of the parking lot, I got a text from a friend, and went to Starbucks to meet her.  Spent an hour there talking to her.  Very enjoyable.  She’s terribly cute, intelligent, a bit geeky (in a good way).  I’d so be up for dating her, if I had any clear understanding of interest from her.  Which I don’t think I do.  I mentioned it afterwards last night on a text message, and she used something I’d heard before, about her being “an indepdenent person now” (despite seeming to be a serial-dater, churning through boyfriends).  I don’t know what that means.  If she’s just not interested in me, I wish she’d just say it.  I can deal with that, and be ok with being her friend.  Being left vague and confused, and thinking I’d be a far better choice of someone for her to date than what I’ve heard of just about everyone she’s mentioned to me, I don’t deal as well with.  Hrm.  Ok, all done being angsty for the moment.

Link of the Day: Cut the black one!

Spam of the Day: “Live microbes-free!”

Funny of the Day: Hmm.  I’ve been wondering what that beeping was lately.

Pic of the Day: I must try this. The vodka one, of course.

Quote of the Day: “Never ascribe to malice, that which can be explained by incompetence.” – Napoleon


Stuff of the Day

Update of the Day: It was a fairly busy weekend.  Added a few checkboxes to the “new experiences” list.  See my earlier post on DanceFAIL for one example.

Saturday, had a frienDate with K.  Dutch on everything.  Not thrilled with going backwards with someone, but I’d rather be friends with her than nothing.  We ate at Cheddars, and it was really surprisingly good.  I had the best Sirloin steak I’ve had easily over a year, the shrimp was decent, and the dressing on their Caesar salad was one of the best I’ve ever had in a restaurant.  I also had a little teensy bit of the Croissant that came with my salad.  ZOMG it was so light, flaky, and delicious.  I wanted to devour the entire thing.  But, trying to stick with the low-carb diet there . . . Not that it seems to have done any good (more on that below).  We killed some time doing some shopping at Barnes & Noble and Pier 1.  She got a gift or two for her niece, and I happened to spot some book she’d been looking for and snatched up immediately as we were in the line up to the cashwrap to check out.  Then we saw Star Trek again, then wrapped up with some mutual grocery shopping at HEB.  I know it all sounds really pedestrian, but I really enjoyed the 8 hours we spent together, regardless.

I weighed this morning, same routine I do every time I weigh.  UP 3.8 pounds.  Not horribly surprised, I had a vague feeling I’d gotten a little heavier.  Definitely unhappy about it, though.  Apparently, despite doing very good on actually being carb-conscious on what I ate this whole weekend, I either drank enough that burning the alcohol for energy continued for so long that all the fat I consumed didn’t get burned at all and just stuck around, or maybe one of the “diet” coke and vodkas I had wasn’t actually diet.  1 single decent glass of regular, fully sugared/HFCS’d coke will easily knock me right out of ketosis.  Almost wishing now I’d gone for some of the really, incredibly tempting scrumptious stuff at Cheddars I didn’t order.  :/

Got another one of the packages in today I was expecting, the PetFoodDirect shipment.  In addition to another bag of Innova dry food for her, got a dozen cans of Evo canned food.  She sort of got accustomed to having it as a treat/supplement a couple times a day in IN and AL, and this is the first time since I’ve moved back to Midland she’s had any.  She definitely seemed to enjoy it.

Link of the Day: Microsoft’s new Bing search engine

Spam of the Day: “Your drawbolt will go deeper in.”

Funny of the Day: “Not just ANY girl porn”

Pic of the Day: “Does he look like a bitch?”

Quote of the Day: “Damn those reckless Amish!” – Me


Stuff of the Day

Update of the Day: So, not so productive last night.  Dammit.  Chatted online with a woman I’ve yet to meet, where I’ve got this niggling feeling without any solid evidence whatsoever that there’s just something amiss/she’s hiding something significant.  Watched The Wrestler.  Decent movie, I’m annoyed by the ending.

I’m also getting really irritated with my damn body.  Still this morning, and again today at lunch, no signs that I’m in Ketosis yet.  The last possibly carb-tastic thing I had was a single sausage biscuit Friday morning.  With the amount of other little frustrations I have piling on right now, this is really aggravating.

Was just seriously dragging ass this morning.  Tried a slightly different alarm schedule, then still didn’t roll out of bed until 7:34 a.m.  I was tired, lethargic, and just felt like hell all of this morning, and am only starting to feel “better” (but still not up to par) here after lunch.

Link of the Day: Remakes of Classic Adventure Games

Spam of the Day: “Free MRI review”

Funny of the Day: Some kinda masturbatory-isolationibitionist fuckin’ nerve complex.

Pic of the Day: This, just because of my love for Utena

Quote of the Day: “So, it occurred to me – the first part of ‘psychology’ is ‘psycho.'” – Me


Eventful, Good Times of Late

Didn’t make any posts this weekend – not even Daily Stuff.  This has been, overall, a busy, eventful, unexpected, and altogether excellent weekend.

Last week, I pretty much decided that with my upcoming paycheck on the 6th, along with my income tax return, with what I had in checking/savings, it was finally time (Again – the near $1200 of car repairs delayed me by a bit more than a month on my plans) to move on the whole Apartment/Getting-my-own-place-again goal.  Having already done a lot of the initial work of investigating, evaluating, eliminating apartment complexes here in Midland in January, this time it was a briefer process, starting with a short list of candidates.  Four complexes that were any real serious consideration, and another I called just to check on it as an option, and because it’s literally throwing distance from our office.  They were the most expensive, so that was pretty much an easy elimination.  

Of the other 4, I went and looked at all of them – 1 of the 4 I’d seen a 1BR Townhome before, which I liked a lot.  Really liked.  I just know Baby, my cat, would love the stairs there, and I liked the layout, but it was a little bit beyond what I would be comfortable with based on my projective budgeting.  Rent in Midland is stupidly costly right now – prices are still high from rapid rising over a few years of oilfield prosperity.  The oilfield prosperity is starting to show some real, true (worrisome to oilfield/oil company employees) signs of decline, but any drop in the inflated rent prices will take several more months, if not a year, before they start to happen.  In Huntsville, I had a 2BR, 1.5Bath 1100 square foot townhome for less than I’m (going to be) paying for a 710 square foot 1BR/1BA flat here in Midland.

So, anyway, after checking out all of the other 3 options, with some drama and surprises involved there, I decided on going for what’s supposedly the nicest/best rated of the complexes, Windscape.  Current schedule is to move in on the 13th.  Friday the 13th . . . I can’t help but feel that with everything that happened last week and weekend, it’s something that’s meant to be, and any luck I experience on that day will be Good.  It’s just going to be a tight week for me financially until my payday+ this Friday.

Friday night was looking to be pretty uneventful – I tried to get hold of a couple of people to see about doing something interesting:  seeing a movie with a friend, or going out for whatever workable (she’d mentioned wanting to go to a karaoke bar) with another, female, friend – but it seemed that stuff just wasn’t going to be happening that night.  So, without someone to make going out (and thus spending money) a worthwhile excuse, stay home and . . . apparently watch Seabiscuit with my dad.  During which I find out about some bad medical news about a friend of mine.  Not horrible stuff, but still unfortunate and unpleasant, kind of a bummer, which had (and still has) me worried for her.

Then at 10:15 that night, I get a text from Ms. Fire, commanding me to head down to the hotel lounge she’s in and ask her to dance.  I hop up, change shirts, brush my teeth, and head off to the lounge.  She seemed surprised I “actually came.”  To my surprise (though only a little bit) it was Tejano Night at this club.  I haven’t danced in like 9 years, and I haven’t danced to something other than techno/trance in a good dozen.  I wasn’t very good, but it didn’t seem to matter – the intent and effort, and quite possibly the fact she was a bit inebriated, seemed to matter more.

I’ll not go into further details on the rest of that night . . . but it was wonderful, and surprising.  

Saturday, despite lack of sleep, I got out to see that movie (The Street Fighter Chun-Li one) with my friend Ivy.  It wasn’t bad.  It wasn’t great either, but it was entertaining (even though I think Kristen Kreuk is just wrong for the role).  It had some very nice cinematography of Bangkok in it too.  

Sunday, I had a date to try to see Les Miserables at  MCT.  I type “try” because when I attempted to buy tickets Monday of last week, they were nearly entirely sold out – they only had 3 seats left, none of them anywhere near each other.  The nice old lady at the box office suggested I show up an hour before the show to try to get no-show seat tickets.  After discussing this concept with J, my supposed date, she said we should go ahead and try for it, and plans were made for her to meet me at the theater, see Les Mis, and then who knows?

I dress up as I thought reasonably appropriate for going to the Theater (to discover there later that several folks just went in whatever – but I still felt good about my clothing choice, I think dressing decently for the Theater is still respectful), and show up there a couple of minutes before 1:00.  I’m 4th on the list for no-show seats, with the box office manager informing me that she has no doubt I’ll get tickets.  I wait, seeing tons of people stream in, mingling, talking to friends . . . and then run into a good friend of my Mammaw.  People take their normal, had their tickets in advance, seats, being ushered and hurried into the theater by staff, and at 2:00, the box office manager starts calling out names for the no-show seat tickets.  J still hasn’t shown up (I’d been looking for her, for the entire hour).  I let the box office manager know my date didn’t show, someone else should get the other ticket, and she snatches back the pair she handed me, hunts around frantically, and then gives me a single ticket.  It was a decent seat.

Les Mis was excellent.  One of the best Community Theater productions I’ve ever seen (and most of my comparisons are from MCT shows, so that’s good comparisons, as MCT has been one of the best Community Theaters in the nation for a long time).  Not only was David Odom, who was a friend of mine in High School, on the debate team with me, in the play (as I knew beforehand and expected), but Robert Reed, another High School friend was in the cast as well.  I graduated with both of those guys.   There were other people who I knew from when I was involved in the theater back in the 90s.  I’m considering volunteering for a few shows, maybe auditioning for a part or two.  If not, I’ll at least get a membership, and make MCT a regular part of my entertainment options.

I’ve been trying to get in touch with J the last two 2 days, with no luck thus far.  I don’t know what the deal is, what happened – if there’s a good reason she wasn’t there, a bad reason, if I was just stood up, or what.  If I was stood up, oh well, her loss.  My weekend overall was so good, it doesn’t really upset me.


4th of July and New Things

Friday, the 4th of July; Indepdenence Day.  What did I do for it?  Nothing like what I’d have really preferred to . . . but altogether, it wasn’t a bad day anyway.  I had a stressful phone call with Maria . . . that whole situation is complex and I’m still not sure how to deal with it, what to do.  I’m just sort of starting to get used to getting along without her, and then talking to her again on the phone really sort of stressed me out.

So, after ending the conversation with her, paying my rent (well, dropping a check which I hope is for the right amount into the dropbox at the apartment complex office), I decided I really just needed to get out.  I wasn’t sure for what, exactly, but maybe a movie.  Kung Fu Panda looked good . . . I could go see it at the Rave . . . or I could wait until 5 and see it on IMAX at the Space & Rocket Center . . . or at the same time as the showing at the Rave, I could catch it at the Monaco.  Well, I hadn’t managed to see anything at the Monaco yet, and I hadn’t been to Bridge Street yet either, so I headed off in that general direction.  I was still a bit stressed, and just wanted to get out, enjoy things, even if I was perhaps a bit reckless.  So, my car’s a nice car, it’s got some nice features I don’t use much.  Like Sport mode.  I popped on Sport mode and just drove, not really knowing precisely what the best way to get there was.  Let’s say I had a rather roundabout route, and if there’d been more cops around, I’d possibly have been busted for breaking the speed laws a lot.

So, I eventually make it to Bridge Street, and get an “ok” but not great parking spot (though being the 4th of July, as I later really realized, I really should have been happy to get any parking spot even semi-close).  I walk up to the Monaco, gazing around a little bit to see just a bit of the shopping center, and head on in.

Damn, but the Monaco is nice.  I’ve judged pretty much all movie theaters on the Harkins Standard.  In the Phoenix area, there’s a (well, there used to be, I don’t know if there is still now or not.  I’ve not consulted the Guru Google to find out, either.) family-owned theater chain called the Harkins Theaters.  They were nice, all their employees dress in black pants and shoes and tuxedo shirts with cummerbunds, and they have a gourmet concession bar.  Great picture, great sound, great seats.  Well, the Monaco either ties or beats the Harkins theaters on every front except the concession bar.  Just pretty much standard theater concessions – Pepsi products, slushies, hot dogs, nachos, popcorn, candies, bottled water, energy drinks.  But man, the rest of the place is damned impressive.  Employees are in all black (not tuxedo wear, but still slick), the place is -very- nice . . . oh, and they have both the Prive’ VIP theaters, and The Scene, their own full-blown small club/bar.

So, I saw Kung Fu Panda.  Not a bad film.  Enjoyable.  I kinda wish I’d looked up the voice actors before seeing it, I think it would have added to my appreciation of the movie.

After seeing Kung Fu Panda, I wandered out into Bridge Street (and into rain of varying degrees).  I didn’t really have any particular aim.  Just wandering around, checking out shops, watching people, admiring beautiful women and girls (always on the lookout for that just barely possible chance hot girl by herself that looked like she might be the gamer/goth/alternative type).  I saw a few of the hot alt girl sorts, but they were invariably with some guy (or guys).  Some interesting ink on the backs of some girls.  A huge variety of dress styles.  My friend Shaw (Kelemvor in Warfare) said that Bridge Street had the hottest girls working there . . . and now I see what he means.  The Fossil shop, for example, had a huge number of very pretty skinny blonde girls working there.  Pretty much all of the female employees in the entire shopping center, and at the Monaco, and in The Scene . . . gorgeous.

I blew a couple of hours wandering around, checking things out, and finally getting hungry.  People were starting to pile into Bridge Street in large numbers, sitting down anywhere they could, many of them bringing folding chairs, collapsible camp chairs, etc.  They were staking out their viewing spots for the fireworks show to come that night.  Oh yeah . . . July 4th.  I’d given some thoughts to going to some lake that Rocket 95.1 had been talking about for the last week or two, that was supposed to have the largest fireworks show in northern Alabama allowed by law.  I had no idea where this place was, or how to get there, how long it would take, etc.  So hey, maybe I’ll catch the fireworks here, but first I’d like to get something to eat.  Ok, it was going to be sort of expensive.  I can deal with that, I guess.  It’s a special occasion of sorts.  Well, the steak and seafood place I tried was going to have an hour and a half to two hour wait.  Right, fuck that.  Johnny Rocket?  Big line, people lined up outside waiting for their parties to be called, with menus in hand to decide what they wanted before they even had a table.  Ketchup?  Similar wait.  Ohhhhkay, so, let’s try The Scene.  The whole “movie theater lounge” thing sort of appealed to me anyway.

I got seated in The Scene promptly.  They were busy, but not packed.  They charge too much for pretty much everything, in my opinion.  I had a $6 bottle of Kirin Ichiban, paid $11 for a chicken florentine pesto sauce sandwich and cumin fries that I didn’t even eat half of.  I should have just gotten an appetizer or gone with the chicken ceasar salad one instead.  Hot hostesses, hot waitresses (of course, I got like the one male waiter working the floor), and a really super-hot asian manager sort.  I felt a little dejected about spending as much as I did there, but enh, I’ll get over it.

I head back out, wander some more, and then eventually go park myself a little after 8 to get a decent spot to watch the fireworks.  They were supposed to start at 8:45.  I waited from like . . . 8:15 or so, and they didn’t start until 9:20.  Still, I got a pretty darn close seat, and was able to watch something that was pretty interesting to me (especially since I’m down here in Alabama missing Firefest), I was able to see (from about a 150 yard or better distance, but still) the pyrotechnicians at work (not nearly as interesting as when Mike Rowe did it on Dirty Jobs, these guys used all electronic ignitiion), and see the mortars and cakes and so forth as they launched their payload upward.  I got the see the pile of cakes on the crane they had raised up catch fire, and them run to lower it down – ever so slowly – and then knock the potentially volatile bundles of explosion and pretty and doom off the crane.

After the fireworks, I wondered back to the Monaco again, and bought a ticket for The Love Guru.  Decent, but not great movie.  Definitely one of Mike Meyers’ weaker offerings, but still an enjoyable flick.  I think it came out with really bad timing against much stronger films, and got crushed and panned for it.  If it’d been released in a much softer period, I think it would have done far bettter.

After the movie, I walk outside, to see it pouring down rain.  I talked to a black girl outside (I wish I’d said more, talked to her more, found out something about her, was she here with anyone, waiting on someone, what?  If she’d been there by herself, alone . . . yet another possibility, another opportunity to regret.) and she said it’d not only been going for quite a while, it’d been raining much harder too.  I waited around for a bit . . . I dunno, maybe 5 minutes, maybe 10, then just decided “Oh what the hell” and walked out right into it, headed to my car (which was a pretty good distance away).  I tried to make a point of just striding into it like it didn’t matter, keeping my head up, not running, not hunching or trying to shield any part of myself from the elements.  I got soaked by the time I made it to my car, of course; I think it started raining harder when I was about halfway there.

I drove home in the rain, kind of enjoying it, feeling my car just plowing through everything, and came back home to a cat that was very happy to see me (I’m sure she’d been hiding and quite frightened from both the weather and lots of fireworks being set off and making booming and cracking noises).

Altogether, not a bad day . . . though it has, once again, really driven home to me a few things.  I need to make regular exercise, even if just walking for a while, something that I DO.  I also really, really want to find a girlfriend.  The lonely hurts sometimes.  I think that perhaps having been with someone for a while, even though it was very unintentional, makes being alone again now harder than it was when I’d been used to being alone for years.

Actually, there is one person I’d really like as a candidate for the whole girlfriend ideal . . . or maybe friend with occasional benefits, or something.  Someone intelligent, attractive, interesting; only slightly geographically inconvenient.  I just have so much second-guessing, self-doubt, etc.  Bah, this is a sucky way to end this entry.