June 26, 2005
I’m afraid my Buffy obsession is getting a touch out of control. The other night I had a dream that I went back to college and all my friends were the cast members of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It was a little creepy. Though I have to admit I was kind of bummed when I woke up and Willow was no longer my best friend. She’s such a cutie.
This weekend has been mad hectic. I worked on Friday from 12:00 pm until 8:30 pm I got home close to ten, ate dinner, watched an episode of Buffy and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and went to work at 10:00. Work was insane, I had this huge project to do and there were what seemed like thousands of silly people asking me the most inane questions. Dave says that there are no stupid questions, just stupid people. I think he’s right. Anyhoo, so I got to leave at 2:00 thanks to Collin being super cool and coming in to cover the rest of my shift, then I drove to Ivoryton for Dave’s birthday party. Happy Birthday Dave! It was a splendid time and the food was fab. From there I drove to New York to go to a wedding. The first thing I did was get lost in Ivoryton, I’m such an idiot. I ended up driving around Ivoryton and Westbrook like a moron for about a half hour. I drove over route 95 three times, I could see the on-ramps from the overpass but for some reason I couldn’t manage to find them. Eventually I ended up on route 1 in Westbrook and found my way to 95.
95 was a mess as always. I cursed and shook my fist at other drivers all the way to New York. I was rather late but everything worked out just fine. The wedding was a blast; I had a good amount of gin & tonics and danced my sexy little ass off. I’m paying for it now though, on top of a rather persistent hangover I’m sore as hell from dancing all night. Good times.
I woke up this morning feeling less than human and proceeded to drive back to Connecticut. I drove to my house, took a shower, then drove to work and I was only ten minutes late. For breakfast I had coffee, beef jerky, and Corn Nuts. I love Corn Nuts; they may very well be the perfect food. They taste a little funky with coffee, so does beef jerky to be completely honest, but that’s what the rest stop was offering.
I got out of work at 5:00, came home to find that the Red Sox won again (yippee,) ate some dinner, and now I’m here writing this. I’m feeling pretty harshed up though; I think I might take a break from thinking and go watch some Buffy.
All right, I’m back. I watched only one episode, but it was enough to mellow me out. I’ve only got one more episode left of season three and then I move seamlessly into season four. It feels so good.
There is a cricket living in my studio. Right now he’s about an inch and a half away from my big left toe. He seems real calm at the moment, hasn’t moved in a while. I realize I’m just assuming it’s a he, I don’t know how you could tell what sex a cricket is, I’m just guessing it’s a dude. He usually doesn’t make that much noise, unless I’m trying to mix some tracks and I need to be able to hear, then he’s quite vocal. Maybe I should name him. What’s an appropriate name for a wicked calm cricket? Hmmmmm, I’m going to have to ruminate on that one for a while.
I’m planning on going to see the new Batman movie tomorrow; it’s playing at the IMAX Theater in Manchester. I’m pretty stoked, I pegged Christian Bale for Batman years ago, he’s just great. He’s one of those guys who makes you wanna switch teams. Like Chris Isaak or Ewan McGregor.
Oh my cricket's on the move, he traveled six inches and stopped. Maybe he’s just lazy, or tired. Perhaps I should feed him, I wonder what crickets eat. My friend Tim is an entomologist, I should ask him for tips on the care and feeding of sexually ambiguous Buddhist crickets. Oh Oh, I’ll name him Isherwood. It’s perfect. I realize it’s a little obscure, but good god it’s a stroke of genius. I hope my cat doesn’t try to eat him.
I was trying to listen to this Gavin Degraw album, and I just can’t seem to get into it, I’ve tried on several occasions and it just never grabs me, so I switched to The Replacements. Good old Paul Westerberg. He’s the best.
Anyhoo, I’m just about out of crap to write about. Big love to all the people I saw this weekend who I wish I could’ve spent more time with. May life be nothing but pizza fun days and Muppet Uno.
Peace
Rold
Posted by harold at June 26, 2005 06:57 PM