Domesticity

08.08.2002

For me, Wednesday was the 2nd half of Sunday. Well, at least it was the last 2 ro 3 hours. After I got home yesterday I finished up things that I started on Sunday.

Sunday: Grilled some steaks
Wednesday: Ate the last steak.
Sunday: Washed Clothes
Wednesday: Folded and put up clothes.
Sunday: Started watching Resident Evil.
Wednesday: Finished watching last half hour of Resident Evil.

Do I lead an exciting life or what?

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Malibu Barbie Construction Worker

08.07.2002

I saw the weirdest thing in front of me at a red light this morning. Stopped ahead of me was your typical contractors truck. Toolboxes, tools, cooler, ladder. It was the ladder that got my attention. It had the regular, silver aluminum steps, but the rest of it was pink. Pink. A perfect match for Barbie pink. You know that color pink. You can look down an aisle at a toy store, see that one side is pink (that special color pink!) and you say "Hey, it's the Barbie aisle". If you're a boy, you quickly pass by, hoping that no one saw you and has pegged you as a pervert. If you're a girl, you wonder why all the boys scurry past the aisle like it contains little pink packages of the bubonic plague.

Sorry, got caught on a little tangent there. But still, the ladder was pink. Granted, you could tell once you started to look at the ladder that it was originally red, and that theoretically years of sun and rain made the red fade. But pink? Contractingis a manly job. Once you notice that your manly ladder has faded to pink, wouldn't it be more of a business move to make sure you image says "rugged he-man able to twist steel with my bare hands, just look at my manly ladder!" as opposed to a ladder that says "welcome to my tea party"?

Of course, all this is moot if the guy driving the truck was named Ken...

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Evil Matt Is Raw

08.06.2002

After weeks of things coming up, I finally made it to Evil Matt's to watch Raw last night. I think it was the first time I was around people that weren't saying "It's fake" or "So-and-so is going to win this one". It was a pleasant change, watching with people who know what's going on. Even better waa throwing aorund jokes that only regular wrestling watchers would understand. Or at least I think those are the only people that would understand. So odds are I'm going to barge in on Evil Matt & Co more often on Monday nights, as long as I can keep all that other crap that tries to creep up at bay.

I just have to remember to quell my urges to lay the smackdown on someone as the testosterone laden cheering rises as we watch.

Poetic sounding, eh?

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Home Life

08.05.2002

This weekend I managed to do something I haven't done in a while: relax at home. I did a little running around on Saturday, making some returns, getting groceries, things like that, but my goal was to catch up on some movie watching while doing laundry Sunday. For the most part, I think I succeeded. I finally watched Monsters Ball (and I'm not too sure what it was about). Thanks to hackers and the internet, I also watched the new Austin Powers movie't stay awake any longer - it wasn't the movie, I had just been fighting the urge to take a nap all day. Resident Evil is pretty good so far - it feels like a video game, and since it's based on a video game I'm guessing that's a good thing. Plus, I'm partial to anything with Milla Jovovich in it. So, with some luck I'll finish watching it tonight before journeying further into the boonies to watch Raw (which I'll save an explanation for until tomorrow).

How's that for a teaser?

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Wrong Number

08.02.2002

I like messing with people on the phone, especially telemarketers, so it's only natural for the phone to try and pay me back every once in a while. Last night I made it to bed at a decent hour (about 10:30) with hopes of getting a good nights sleep. I was sleeping pretty lite, when around 11:30 the phone rang.

Me:Hello?
Adolescent Voice:Is Charlie there?
Me: (after looking around)No.
Adolescent Voice:Can you get him to call JT when he gets in?
Me:If this was the right number I would.
Adolescent Voice::uhhhhh click.

Great, this woke me up more than it should have. After about a half hour I fall back to sleep. Until 1:30 in the morning.

Ring
Me:Hello?
Adolescent Voice:Is Charlie there?
Me:No. (See, I didn't even bother looking around this time, I knew he wasn't there)
Adolescent Voice::OK, when he gets in, canyou get hm to call JT?
Me:No.
Adolescent Voice::.... what?
Me:No.
Adolescent Voice::.... click

And then he didn't call back anymore. And I never really made it to a peaceful sleep after that. Dammit.

As I was laying there, I was wondering that if I still had caller id, it would be fun to get the number, then look up the address for whoever it was on the internet. From there, call back around 2:30 in the morning and complain to whoever was listening with an "I know where you live" threat behind it. But I don't have caller id anymore. Which is probably good, because it sounds like I'm evil.

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