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05.28.2003 - 6:12 p.m.
Wednesday
O, three day weekend, your
powerful ability to transform a normally dreary Sunday afternoon
to a carefree hey-I've-got-one-whole-weekend-day-left Saturday
inspires me to dream of a world where business is only conducted
four days a week. Where we who live in the Northwest get three,
dammit, three chances at a sunny day off.
And yes, I know it's Wednesday,
and the weekend happened, like, FOREVER ago, but if this journal
offers anything at all - it's stale content, baby.
Um, go journal! Keep on suckin'!
Anyway, here are the Weekend
Activities we undertook:
Scuba diving! Not me, of course
- I'm a great big chicken who's convinced the ocean is chock
full of things that want to strangle me with huge tentacles.
JB's the diving fan, and apparently isn't fully satisfied with
the level of danger inherent in immersing one's body in a totally
hostile atmosphere, so is learning some deep-diving techniques
that involve breathing a gas mixture (which, frankly, considering
the frequency of his nocturnal Dutch Ovens, he should be quite
familiar with).
Carpet cleaning! A guy came
out in a van and just shlucked the crapola out of our carpet
with a vacuum/shampoo thingie. Very satisfying results but left
me all OCD Girl about footprints ("Take off your shoes!
Wipe Dog's feet!"). I'm sure, however, that I will eventually
return to my natural state of apathy ("What's that on the
floor - chili? Oh well.").
Hiking! JB has signed up for
a summit attempt on Mt. Rainier in August. Since this involves
hiking for about eighty jillion hours straight up, THEN hiking
back down - without, one hopes, plummeting to his death,
he's decided he needs to do some training. So the last couple
of weekends we've taken Dog out to nearby Tiger Mountain for a rather sweaty slog to
the top. The first time we went, we were huffing through an especially
steep part of the trail - and some asshole jogged past us! Jogged!
Listen, if you're in such spectacular shape you can JOG up a
fucking mountain, then go use your powers to fight crime or something,
and don't make us mere mortals feel like puny weaklings, goddammit.
Canoeing! Monday finally pulled it together
weather-wise and it was beautiful and sunny and just generally
wonderful outside. We rented a canoe and tooled around in this
nature park area on Lake Washington. Good times, plus I saw a
baby duck that was so fucking CUTE I almost spontaneously laid
an egg, or something.
There was also barbecuing,
beer drinking, Home Depot-going, sloth, gluttony, etc.
Oh yeah, and I finally saw
the Matrix. Unlike my geeky friends Scott and Feng who watched the movie three times -
on opening day - I slacked off on seeing it hoping for
the crowds to die down. I liked it, thanks. But I think I appreciated
it on a different level than most hardcore Matrix fans...which
is to say, I am far too stupid to understand any of the symbolism
or philosophical themes. I am only capable of staring openmouthed
in wonder and saying, softly, "Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad"
when stuff blows up.
:::
Now the week is halfway over
and my days at Workplace have been injected with all these new
meetings and I spend much of the time nodding sagely and trying
to keep an alert expression. Today we spent about an hour discussing
how we could improve the way people view porn on the web, which
was frankly quite entertaining and educational. I came up with
an idea for a fake history that can instantly erase all the questionable
material you'd been viewing, then populates itself with pre-defined
wholesome content. Hee. I don't think we'll be doing that, though.
My genius is not to be realized in my time.
Also? Today? My god, it's nice
outside, people. Seriously. You come on by, we'll barbecue.
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I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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