May 15th thru the 21st, 2005Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Just Another Satanic Sunday  Okay not really. But I need an 's' word that sounds like 'manic,' and that was the closest I could get. Which is too bad. Instead of having gone to the gym and lifting weights and walking on ye olde treadmill, I could have gone to the fifth circle of hell, where I would have been submerged in the river Styx, my lungs bursting for my laziness. OR, instead of having played Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas for a spell, getting all of the "Unique Stunt Jumps" in Las Venturas completed, I could have gone to the seventh circle of hell, to be drowned in the steaming blood of my victims, gaurded by centaurs who shoot random, indifferent arrows over our heads to keep us down. Or, instead of having gone to Toys R Us and Target to buy a Star Wars Miniatures Board Game, I could have gone back up to the second circle of hell, to be blown about by stormy winds. Sorry, though. It weren't all that.
Let's Try a Narrative Style The sunlight in Seattle doesn't burst so much as ooze upon the day; even when there isn't a cloud in the sky, the sun shines with a kind of incredulous wonder, is if it, too, is as baffled by its own brightness as the city's rain-hardy inhabitants. So to say Jason woke as the day broke upon him would be a bit of a mistatement; however, it was bright enough that the poor lad crumpled into his living room couch thought it must be rather a late hour. But no, it was only 6:30, plenty of time to get to the gym, the grocery store, and warmer shower than the sky usually provided. Too bad he did none of those things. As I write this, the carpet cleaner is upstairs, removing stains. That means, of course, I need to have some sort of party soon. I have way too much beer in my refrigerator, which is a problem, since I don't drink beer. Much. Maybe I'll have folks over to drink up all that damn beer. And do something else. But what? Watch Star Wars?
Diet Day, uh, 5?
Bowling and the Lake and Shot Online Gym Intervals In the gym I did intervals. I walked for 4 minutes, and ran for one, six times total. Walking was at 3.5 mph, and running was twice at 7, twice at 7.5 and twice at 8 mph. Someday I'd like to run for an hour at 8 mph. That's a 7.5 minute mile. That's considered slow. Dizamn. Oh, also, I did more crunches than the Cap'n has for breakfast.
Bacon n Grapes
Half a Cute of Coffee Smell My Meat  Work was all day and that's that. I did the gym/grocery/breakfast thing, the lunch thing, the snack thing and the dinner thing. I also spent a good portion of my dad downloading music for a friend while I worked. A sense of accomplishment there, as it were. At the end of the day, I watched a movie short called Being Ron Jeremy. It was amusing, and had lots of breasts in it. And after all that, Chuck Palahniuk asked me to smell my meat.You know Chuck. He wrote Fight Club. He lives somewhere around here, maybe Portland. A friend of mine scored tickets to a reading he was giving at Town Hall. So we went. On the way there, I followed the directions I had gotten off the internet. It said go here, exit here, turn here, and whoops, there I was, somehow, back on the highway, launching me into a state of passed off I have not been in in a loooong time. I HATE driving downtown. If driving downtown was a race of big nosed-people who had been oppressed for three millenium and I was an impotent Austrian with an inferiority complex and a bad mustache, I'm afraid there might be atrocities committed. But eventually I made it there, and Chuck gave his little reading. He read from Haunted, his new gimmicky novel. He read the "story," or "chapter" entitled "Hot Potting," about the the effects of boiling water on human flesh. He told a few amusing book-tour stories first, and after, he tossed out fake severed limbs as souvenirs. Then there was a brief QnA, and then I left. Tanks Chuck. I got a little more value out of that book, which is not to say I think the book is any better now; it's just to say that the experience is now a little less flat. At home I put on actual pajamas, made an actual cup of tea, and actually wacthed 3 episodes of Alias Season 2. Sidney's mom is hawt. That's all I'm saying. Plain Brain I have been writing in here veryday but not posting only because after I write I don't have the motivation to find pictures, photoshop them, insert hyperlinks, etc. But I gotta post it up, yes? So I am going to post it up now, and do the rest of the stuff later. So I apologize for the plainness. Also so far I have not made it to the gym yet, the store for food, or needless to say, eaten breakfast. Maybe I'll do thise things first. Maybe. You'll probably hear about it here. I have been reduced to dull reportage. Sigh. Ha. Website's down anyway. Can't upload. But you can't read it either. Life is humerous. Okay, website's up. Read this for now and will have more ater-lay. No, website is down. I don't have some kind of permissions I need. Probably for the best. I can't remembered what I did today anyway. Not Much To hell with verissimilitude. The truth is, right now it's Thursday morning, almost a week later. I am writing this AFTER I archived it. Sue me. The website was down and I was out of town. I don't remember what I did. I think. I mean I remember buying Sid Meier's Pirates, a cool littrle video game where YOU get to be the pirate. It's not too difficulty, how a shallow learning curve. the other things I did was I went to Hood canal with some friends. Oh my god. When we got to the cabin there, we were greeted at the door by an aroma that had intelligence and personality. Fo shizzle. I tried to play it off as general stink, since the cabin had not been visited since November. But then we openend the refgrigerator, and warm air along with the stench wafted out to assualt us and give us nightmares. My fellow cabin-openers went off to buy cleaning supplies, and I chose to much out thehot freezer myself. I don't know what it was that 
had been in there, since it had rotted away from the inside, but it was a pretty good example of how bacteria liquifies things. It had leaked all over the place, and I think in the frig vents, for we spent the resat of the weekend among candles and open windows. P-U!So we got hella drunk. Jose Cuervo Tequila Classico is not of this earth. Wow. Not much, Again This time, it's not lack of memory that keeps me from describing things, it's from lack of activity. Bliss, I tell you. I woke up before the others, played Lumines, got my highest score ever (level 147, baby!) and when the others woke, we cooked weiners on the grill and got very drunk on the Classico. Then we fell asleep for a nap, woke up around 8 PM, ate bread and fruit, and got redrunk on the Classico. Holy cow. I could do that for a living, if they asked me to. Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week |
