June 6th, 2005
|09:22 pm - Bride of Weekend Update Bounces Back|
So it's Monday.
Tomorrow at work we're holding a car wash to benefit United Way. Heather and I are in charge of this, and it's been a little messy but after a relatively shaky start and a shakier middle, it looks like it's gonna work out, weather permitting. "Possible thundershowers" are forecasted for tomorrow afternoon and evening, and depending on where I look online, it's either 60%, 30%, or 20%. We'll see. I just finished rinsing out a new set of Shammies, so I hope the $42.15 I spent on them was a good choice. I get reimbursed either way, but they're treated with fish oil, and our basement stinks since that's where they're drying. Moofasa wants very badly to get down there.
Fish oil, incidentally, is incredibly unpleasant if you get acid reflux. My advice is to get flaxseed oil instead. I even bit one of the capsules open once to see what it tasted like, and it didn't kill me (a fish oil capsule came open on me once and damn near did kill me).
Uh, anyway, my weekend. I didn't really feel like doing anything on Friday night, so I didn't. I took a walk. Ate a salad and some blueberries. Turned on the public access channel and saw that they were playing the Mad About the Boy segment of The Magic Christian, so I decided to watch that. It turned out to be part of a variety show and not the actual movie, so I put the movie in and half watched it while I worked on other things. Has anybody on my friends list seen The Magic Christian? I imagine that three or four of you have.
The Magic Christian, for those unfamiliar, is an incredibly strange movie from 1969 which stars Peter Sellers as the world's richest man, and Ringo Starr as a street urchin he adopts as his son. It was written by Terry Southern (who wrote Dr. Strangelove and contributed to Casino Royale), Sellers, and Pythons John Cleese and Graham Chapman. All but Southern are featured, and the movie plays as a loosely-connected series of sketches about the evils of money. Features an odd assortment of celebrities whose names you can't remember, but whom you actually recognize (they're Racquel Welch, Yul Brynner, Peter Graves, Christopher Lee, Spike Milligan, and Roman Polanski, for reference). It's a really weird movie, and it's really entertaining, but definitely not for everybody. Probably better viewed under the influence of controlled substances.
On Saturday I helped my dad work on tearing down a cinderblock building on my parents' old property. It used to be used for extracting and refining honey, but for most of my life it's been storage. Now that the city has finally gotten around to assessing the property (actually getting someone out there to do it has been a long battle), they know that the building decreases the property's value by about $10,000, which doesn't cover the cost of have it torn down professionally. Before the assessment happened my dad had decided that he wanted to tear it down himself. Now he definitely wants to tear it down himself.
Anyway, the building is probably older than my parents and the inner walls have a decades-old patina of mildew. Add to this the fact that the insulation has been moldering all this time, and the job of gutting the inside becomes an extremely daunting task, especially with my allergies. I wore a mask, took a Claratin (or it's generic equivalent, anyway), brought a metric butt-ton of cough drops, and more or less held on to my voice. It was hot, heavy work, it wasn't fun, and (counting cinderblock removal) is only the beginning of the project. It has to get done, though, and it's not like the work isn't good for me. Count on several future posts where I complain about it.
On Saturday night I hung out with Ellen. She made her famous macaroni and cheese and we talked about how appalled her mom is that I don't like James Taylor. I know, my acappella group was surprised too. I bothered her cat, removed the spyware from her computer, and played Connect Four. We talked about music, and I tried to convince her that Kajagoogoo was one of the two most influential artists of the 1980s. It didn't work, but I had a good time anyway.
Later I met up with lord_alucard and Keith, and we went to Rocky Horror where we were joined by crabmoon, the_tick27, and our friend Caleb who, amazingly, does not have a livejournal. It was a fun show. I yelled a lot. The audience was incredibly responsive, although nobody audibly reacted to "YEAH TOAST!!!" which is annoying, since I only do that callback because people recognize it. I don't actually like it. I was asked if I'd like to replace Phil as the new Kyle. I'm not sure. I like the yelling, but not so much the acting when I'd like to be shouting my favorite lines which, let's face it, tend to occur when the criminologist is onscreen. Oh, well. Anyway, tlhinganhom suggested the coupon which you are all expected to redeem, and we went to Country Kitchen where I managed to sit exactly where I'd be bombarded by a million conversations at once, but not be able to satisfactorily participate in any of them. Such is life.
On Sunday -- my God, this is a long post. I don't expect anybody to actually read all this. On Sunday I went to the Race Unity Rally at the Capital, which was exceptionally cool. Music. Dance. An excellent raggae band. Lots and lots of people I know from the parts of my life that I never talk about here. Anyway, it was a great time. I never go to rallies and demonstrations because in my experience, people assume that if you're in favor of one cause, you're in favor of fifty thousand others. The annual Race Unity Rally probably has these people, but not once have they attacked me with flyers and buttons. I came home very tired and slept for a couple of hours, took a long walk, and decided to choose a movie at random out of my DVD collection and watch it. I closed my eyes and picked Tapeheads, which was a fine end to the weekend, mostly because I didn't have to think about it.
Current Mood: energetic
Current Music: m.j. hibbett -- Programming is a Poetry for Our Time
I read it all! I read it all! I'm only responding to the interesting bit, but well....anyway, I think you should totally replace Phil, I know you would do a great job and I would totally come more. Other than that, I think you made the show fun for Caleb, aside from the massive amounts of tits, you were his favorate part!
All right! I'm flattered. I don't even mind taking a back seat to his other favorite part.
I listened to your version of Journey of the Sorcerer while reading this post but it didn't last long enough because I read all of it... tho' not in the right order.
I realize it's been several months since I met your dad at the Thresheree and a lot has happened since then but I'm still interested in some honey if the offer still stands.
Fish oil doesn't sound pleasant. It explains why the shammies I've seen in stores have a godawful stink to them. I admit. they may have been treated with something else since I wasn't paying close attention but it was still unpleasant.
I still don't understand why Fatboy Slim's Weapon of Choice is on a Pink Panther tribute album. This has nothing to do with your post but the song just started playing again and it's been on my mind tonite.
Wish I could have been there at Rocky with you but I was driving through thunderstorms to get to Grandma's that nite.
Wow, you read the whole thing? Twenty points to you! Anyway:
Honey: Offer still stands. It comes in a 60-gallon bucket (like the kind industrial chemicals come in (pictured here
). The catch is that it's granulated from sitting untouched for a long time. That means basically that it's separated into liquid and a mass of crystals. You'll have to chip off a chunk of the crystals with a knife and melt them down with some of the liquid when you want to use it. I'll show you how.
Shammies: The packaging said to wash them before their first use. The smell is quite unpleasant, but I assume that it eventually wears off. I've never worked with them before, but just from washing them off I can see that they work wonders with water, so I might pick one up for myself (at $7.99 for 2 square feet, I only feel like affording one). Interestingly, the package says (and I'm not making this up) "Great for dusting TVs, knick-knacks, and pictures of grandma."
Fatboy Slim on Pink Panther tribute: Beats me, but I do like the song (mostly for the video, I guess).
Rocky: You probably would have had a good time, but this is the first time I've ever heard you talk about recanting your oath to Raiders. Have you changed your mind?
Honey: Woah, 60 gallon?? I may have to rent some space in my parent's basement and borrow Dad's pickup to get it there but I'll still take it.
Rocky: No, I'm not recanting my oath to Raiders of the Lost Ark, but I've only seen Rocky in theaters twice so once more won't hurt. There are plenty of movies I've seen twice but the only others that I've seen three times for sure is Escape From L.A. and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I tell ya boy, if Raiders is re-released for its 25th anniversary, or some art house is showing it, I'm totally gonna try to see every showing on every day.
Fatboy Slim: It's a cool video, but we didn't watch that disc when you were over. I think I've showed you the Pink Panther tribute album before. It has a lot of good stuff on it even tho' not much is reminiscent of Mancini.