Friday, September 29, 2006

A fine people, ze Germans.

I'ts 8:45. I'm drunk.

Ocktoberfest.

I've consume much German food and beer. Too full for funnel ckae, limburger cheese sandmawich and jalapeno sauerkratu balls. I'm going tomororw when April is at wokr.

Goin gto bed now.

Full and happy.

Monday, September 25, 2006

The Kids Are All Right.

April and I just watched the Green Day / U2 performance leading in to Monday Night Football. April pointed out that if you pretend it was the Kids in the Hall performing, it was really funny.

Dave Foley was Billy Joe.
Scott Thompson was Tre Cool.
The Edge played himself.
Bruce McCullough was Bono.
Mark McKinney was Mike Dirnt.
Kevin MacDonald was.....a microphone stand?

Anyway. It was laugh out loud funny. I'm sure this will be on YouTube. Check it out.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

A long time ago....we used to be friends....

For someone who doesn't watch TV, I sure watch a lot of TV.

Case in point: Last night after work I changed clothes and immediately starting watching my Veronica Mars DVDs. I bought them back in October '05, but they lanquished on my shelf for about a year, the victim of me already owning several hundred seasons of TV shows on DVD and being impossibly behind. Then April recommended it (the direct result of the good dr recommending it) so I moved it up the queue and I started last weekend. I'm hooked.

Anyway, at 9:55, I finish an episode and go downstairs, my plan being to watch Project Runway, the only show that I, like most straight men in central Ohio, make an effort to watch live.

I'm informed by April (who is watching season two of Lost, marathon style) that "it isn't on tonight" and head back upstairs to watch more Veronica Mars.

Seriously, I think that was the extent of my exercise yesterday. Sad.

Anyway, I've gone and declared that not only is VM a fun show, but that Kristen Bell is totally "rockin' hawt" as the titular character. April disagrees. This has been the subject of much debate in our household.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Phone Time.

Talking with Yi on the phone is an adventure. Until he randomly hangs up on you.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Two rants, a rave (and a pizza place?)

Rant One: The Garbage Bitch. Last night I caught a neighbor who completely filled up our entire new and three times the size garbage can with her trash, leaving no room for our own. I proceeded to remove all of her garbage from our container, fill it up with our own trash, and put it out to the curb. Our trash was collected this morning. Her trash remains at the side of the building. I also sent another complaint to the city refuse department about somebody illegally dumping their trash into my container. I'm not sure which unit they're in, but I do know which building they're in, and the refuse department wanted that information. Hopefully there's some sort of big fine for her. In any event, I had to resort to lugging the trash can back into our backyard to hide it again this morning. Such a pain.

Rant Two: Circuit City = Sucky City. Seriously, Circuit City is the worst shopping experience imaginable, and has been for years. Not only are you greeted with entire sections of the store that are completely empty, not having been restocked in weeks, but they're always out of everything that comes out on Tuesday by mid-afternoon because they only get three of everything. And you can't schedule an in-store pickup like you can at Best Buy to reserve one of the three copies. And the customer service is atrocious. Laughably bad. Ten guys sitting around in the front of the store, none of whom have a clue or the ability to help, and one person at the checkout counter, despite a line that stretches 17 people deep. And it's not just my Circuit City. I've seen this at every Circuit City I've visited throughout the country. Shameful.

Rave: Han Shoots First. I still hate George Lucas. I hope he and every possible heir dies so that his films somehow end up the property of the state, where they are held for public auction, and purchased by someone who is not a total choad. Last night April and I watched the original Star Wars, without any of the bastardizations that have plagued the franchise since the Special Editions. (I'm sorry, but when you've seen a film 473 times, it's because you love it. And when changes are made to it, and you're told that you can't watch that version anymore, it pisses you off.) Thankfully, the original movies are available for the first time on DVD, even though they're listed as a bonus feature of the retarded versions that came out in the late 90's. And, of course, Lucas did a real half-ass job getting these out as a non-anamorphic port of the LaserDisc transfer. But I'll take a non-anamorphic, grainy, popping-sound version of the unaltered trilogy over any version of the craptacular special editions. I still want Lucas to die, but based on this release, I no longer care if it's painful or not.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

And now for the sadness.

Went home to St. Louis for the long weekend. Spent some time with my parents and the best friends I'll ever have. At one point in between bouts of laughter and exhaustion on Sunday night, I nearly started to cry because I knew that I was coming back to Columbus on Monday, and that I wouldn't see any of these people again until late December.

April couldn't talk to me at the airport on Monday, she was so sad to be leaving. I almost lost it, too.

In any event, I can't wait to go back.