I may have to kill my telephone
Its been ringing off the hook since I walked in this morning. And being that my reading pile is about two weeks deep, each interruption has elicited an exclamation more volatile than the last.
And Of course I had to deal with the most annoying of callers. Every time he calls he gives not only his name, but his bosss name and the name of their company Every time! AS IF I SOMEHOW FORGOT WHO HE WAS IN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES And really, how many people with German accents does he think calls over here??? I can tell after syllable one that its him just by the inflection!!!
Interruption is definitely one of my big pet peeves. Another of my pet peeves is people who use the term pet peeves, but thats a self-loathing rant that Ill forego for the time being.
But yeah, my mom can always tell if Im reading or writing when she calls. And God bless her, she knows to immediately say, yeah, just call me back when the homicidal edge has left your voice.
Anyway
Hooked up with some of the boys on Friday night and hit the Rainbow Room for our friends birthday. Ah yes, the Rainbow Room, where heavy metal hair chicks of the 80s still roam free wearing in the same pair of leopard skin stretch pants, I might add. I really wish I had remembered to bring my camera. There was an old guy dressed as Hulk Hogan complete with ripped Hulkamania shirt, headband and jams. Brilliant!
I also saw an old crony recently returned from supposedly cleaning himself up. I was very happy to hear that hed finally got his life back on track after numbing his brain with numerous kilos of Columbias finest but skeptical.
Unfortunately, reports that he was up until noon the next day sadly confirmed my cynical suspicions
Oh well, I said my piece long ago
Anyway, the next day found me very hungover Very, very, very hungover
Nonetheless, I got myself down to EVIL'S for well, things happened, including but not limited to, tire rotation, a visit to the 99 Cent store and a viewing of the Muppet Movie. Its all still a bit of a blur
But after finally rallying, we went and saw Sin City!
Awesome, awesome, awesome I dont know what to say, other than it gives me hope. Maybe if a few more directors like Rodriguez grab their sacks and stand up to the Hollywood machine, well continue to see more faithful comic book adaptations
Not to mention an end to the livelihoods of about seventy-five percent of the creative execs in this town. Oh, what a dream come true that would be
Sunday was all about a big ol breakfast followed by trips to Ikea and Target.
And upon arriving at the latter, my wallet was terrified to learn that the new Star Wars and Batman Begins toys are out. Kids must hate me when they see me in the toy isles. I mean, there I am loading up while their moms are saying you can choose one.
Of course the moms were giving me strange looks as I was also holding Evils new underwear. God knows I wouldnt let my child anywhere near an almost thirty year old man holding a Darth Sidious action figure in one hand and pink polka dotted panties in the other.
We also stopped into a puppy store. Me and Evil have very different ideas on what constitutes a good dog. Sorry, but Im a traditionalist. I enjoy the dopy antics of Labs and Retrievers, suburbanite yuppy dogs though they may be.
Anyway, then it was back to my neck of the woods for some tasty Mexican and a little Twin Peaks.
So yeah, that's it...
Its been ringing off the hook since I walked in this morning. And being that my reading pile is about two weeks deep, each interruption has elicited an exclamation more volatile than the last.
And Of course I had to deal with the most annoying of callers. Every time he calls he gives not only his name, but his bosss name and the name of their company Every time! AS IF I SOMEHOW FORGOT WHO HE WAS IN THE LAST FIVE MINUTES And really, how many people with German accents does he think calls over here??? I can tell after syllable one that its him just by the inflection!!!
Interruption is definitely one of my big pet peeves. Another of my pet peeves is people who use the term pet peeves, but thats a self-loathing rant that Ill forego for the time being.
But yeah, my mom can always tell if Im reading or writing when she calls. And God bless her, she knows to immediately say, yeah, just call me back when the homicidal edge has left your voice.
Anyway
Hooked up with some of the boys on Friday night and hit the Rainbow Room for our friends birthday. Ah yes, the Rainbow Room, where heavy metal hair chicks of the 80s still roam free wearing in the same pair of leopard skin stretch pants, I might add. I really wish I had remembered to bring my camera. There was an old guy dressed as Hulk Hogan complete with ripped Hulkamania shirt, headband and jams. Brilliant!
I also saw an old crony recently returned from supposedly cleaning himself up. I was very happy to hear that hed finally got his life back on track after numbing his brain with numerous kilos of Columbias finest but skeptical.
Unfortunately, reports that he was up until noon the next day sadly confirmed my cynical suspicions
Oh well, I said my piece long ago
Anyway, the next day found me very hungover Very, very, very hungover
Nonetheless, I got myself down to EVIL'S for well, things happened, including but not limited to, tire rotation, a visit to the 99 Cent store and a viewing of the Muppet Movie. Its all still a bit of a blur
But after finally rallying, we went and saw Sin City!
Awesome, awesome, awesome I dont know what to say, other than it gives me hope. Maybe if a few more directors like Rodriguez grab their sacks and stand up to the Hollywood machine, well continue to see more faithful comic book adaptations
Not to mention an end to the livelihoods of about seventy-five percent of the creative execs in this town. Oh, what a dream come true that would be
Sunday was all about a big ol breakfast followed by trips to Ikea and Target.
And upon arriving at the latter, my wallet was terrified to learn that the new Star Wars and Batman Begins toys are out. Kids must hate me when they see me in the toy isles. I mean, there I am loading up while their moms are saying you can choose one.
Of course the moms were giving me strange looks as I was also holding Evils new underwear. God knows I wouldnt let my child anywhere near an almost thirty year old man holding a Darth Sidious action figure in one hand and pink polka dotted panties in the other.
We also stopped into a puppy store. Me and Evil have very different ideas on what constitutes a good dog. Sorry, but Im a traditionalist. I enjoy the dopy antics of Labs and Retrievers, suburbanite yuppy dogs though they may be.
Anyway, then it was back to my neck of the woods for some tasty Mexican and a little Twin Peaks.
So yeah, that's it...
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