December 28th, 2003, thru January 3rd, 2004Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Sunday December 28th, 2003
One final spinning class with Aymee, and thank god I woke up an
hour before it started, because, for a while there my legs did NOT want to get off the couch (where I
slept). But I made to the spinning and came home to work on the duck site for most of the day. Then I took a
nice heavy nap, and watched a few films: The Dangerous
Lives of Altar Boys and To Live,
accompanied by a Romio's garlic and goat cheese pizza, some Mountain Dew Code Red, a Duraflame log, and, alas, my last Vicodin. Good by, sweet analgesic, I shall abuse you no
more (or, I shall have to have my other wisdom teeth pulled, one at a time, to get more prescriptions).
Monday December 29th, 2003 Technically it's still Sunday but I won't be done working on the blog until tomorrow (now) so I'll put this here. Do you know how hard it was to write that poem for Saturday while listening to Tool on the headphones? I had to use a word-ending dictionary to find "obedience," for example, and chop out almost all the articles and prepositions that were in there in the first draft. And take a look at the precision of the comma placement. That's genius right there. The title comes from some trace memory I have of some poem by John Donne I read in college that may have had wrinkled
sheets as an image, my having only thought of John Donne because Willam Blake, not even his contemporary, played an important roll in The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys. Let's face it,
kids: when it comes to realy bad poetry, cheap allusions, inept imagery and word choice that makes poetasters 'round the world weep for joy, I am the
best.You'll notice a wee bit of change in the blog lay-out. I moved the reading, watching, playing, went and saw, and listening to bits off to the side, since they weren't changing frequently enough to be interestng. Okay now it's Monday. I didn't overhear the following conversation today:
Went to Target to buy a scale. I had been using my roommates. Hers weighs me 2 pounds lighter. I shall have to eschew food for a few days until my scale makes me happier.
Went on over and hung with T for a spell, then we went to the bowling. Awards for previous league, free bowling, free pizza. The bowling was "Nine-tap," where you are given credit for a strike even if you only knock down nine pins on the first ball. I ended up with a 200, a 213, and a 170 something, taking third for the night, and winning 6 bucks! Woohoo! Drank many Mike's Hard Cranberries Lemonades, and after, T and N and G and A and I went to McDonald's for their special 2 Qps for 3 bucks deal. Woot, etc.
Got home, couldn't sleep, played some Literati. Forgot to make it a rated game! That's too bad, too, cause in the first game I managed to clear my rack and play a word on top of a a 2W and a 3w at the ame time-- it was worth 110 points. Second game I had 7 letter words ready to go all the time but no place to put them-- managed to win anyway. So my L-rating is the same. Damn nation.
Tuesday December 30th, 2003 I am listening to Evanescence as I write this. That doesn't mean much, really, and since reading and writing happen into different time smears, you can't even pop your own CD in an experience them as I am. You read too fast! Visited the Chiropractor. I am doing well. Grabbed a peppermint mocha at Starbuck's on the way home. Hooray. Dim Sum with R and the many females J's at the House of Hong in the International District. That was the first time I ever had Dim Sum. I liked it, but I don' think I can do it again unless there's at least 10 people there. The damn duck website. Coffee at SBC, Greenlake. Dinner at Wild Ginger. A 20 year-old port at the place downstairs after. No dreams.
Wednesday December 31st, 2003 New Year's Eve Tried to stay in bed. Partial Success. Off to the airport to pick up my friend C from DC. Barnes & Noble to buy Wicked by Gregory Macguire. Lunch with C and R and R at Zao. A shot of wheatgrass at PCC, and some tanning for C so's she can battle the Seattle gray-sky blahs. A quick game of Corx with C on my new Corx Sushi Board. 19-21, I won, but my closest game ever. C's a natural. The Garage for New Year's with C and T and G and N. H, my favorite waitress, was there. IHOP afterwards.
Thursday January 1st, 2004 New Year's Day Slept till nine. Played Ghost Recon while C slept, then we met with some people for breakfast at the Rusty Pelican. Dropped C off at the Bainbridge Island Ferry so she could go visit her family, while I went home for more Ghost Recon. Now it's a bit after three. I should nap! That would be tasty. Light dinner with the amazing T and a person name of J not at Gordon Biersch but at México (I think) at Pacific Place, and then Mona Lisa Smile at the Odeon. Here's a review:
Friday January 2nd, 2004 Paid some bills. Yech. Actually, technically, I have
only written checks and stamped envelopes. I haven't even put them in the mail yet. But I also paid my
parking ticket from December 20th-- online. I shouldn't be surprised or impressed, but I sort of am. I mean,
I should be mad, right? Angry! Officious parking Nazis with their fines and their red meter flags and their
little go carts they drive around, right? But half the trouble with @#$%^&* parking tickets is the hassle,
and this was hassle free: log onto www.cityofseattle.net/courts, enter your ticket number, your
credit card number, and there you go. Sort of makes parking illegally fun! I mean, if you're in a car with 5
people, and you can't find a place to park, why not have everyone chip in some cash, park illegally, and
take care of it on-line the next day?
Saturday January 3rd, 2004 I got home at 4:30 am and woke up at 7:30. This alone may kill me. Helped some friends move. This may kill me too. Ate a Larry's sandwich and watched an episode of Buffy from season V. I don't think this will kill me at all. Going to take a nap now. Maybe. Played some Ghost Recon. That was the bizomb, yo!
P.S. it is 26 degrees outside right now.
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