There�s good news and bad news. The bad news is that the piece of crap computer I�d been working on here at work shuffled off this mortal coil sometime over the night. The good news is that they had to give me a new machine, and this one actually works! Yay! I can access my email! I can read peoples� blogs! I can fuck around on the internet to break up the tedium of doing my job! Huzzah! Unless you�re my boss, in which case�in which case, hey�get back to work! YOU DON�T GET TO JUDGE ME!
Also, if you�re my sister: call me back, if you�re my credit card company: I really, really don�t need to pay the extra $30 a month or whatever for �Extra Super Double Top Fraud Protection Services�, so leave me the fuck along, and if you�re that guy I dated: you still have my fucking book and I want it, you idiot.
I also want more green tea. In part thanks to the influence of Ulrich�s far more health-conscious attitude towards diet and nutrition, I decided to [gulp] give up coffee and Diet Coke. Not caffeine, per se, but I realized that coffee makes me jittery and there are still as yet undetermined side effects to all the artificial substances used to enhance the flavor of delicious and tantalizing diet soda, so I decided to befriend my body by sticking to the more austere, but reputedly healthier (and anti-oxidant rich) green tea. It�s not as tasty as the ambrosia of coffee�especially not the way I make it, with about a bag of artificial sweetener in it�but I really do feel healthier. And I�m not CRANKY at ALL, from the withdrawal symptoms, so STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.
On Saturday, I was supposed to go to the Hollywood Forever cemetery for a screening of The Shining, along with Domino, Octopussy, and a cadre of others, but in the end we were flummoxed by traffic and ended up watching Rosemary�s Baby while picnicking in Domino�s apartment. It was actually really fun, although I think Rosemary was about the stupidest, most spineless wimp I�d ever seen on screen. I mean, who doesn�t get suspicious when their doctor tells them not to a) read up about pregnancy and pre-natal care, or b) take pre-natal vitamins? It would serve him right if the Devil�s spawn was born with spina bifida. Oh, and also, who would knowingly wear some creepy tea ball full of stinky herbs that they last saw around the neck of their neighbor�s bloody corpse? Besides Billy Bob Thornton, I mean.
In other news, in the same building as where I work, there is some show about porn or something, and I sit really close to one of the offices for this program. Consequently, my afternoons are spiced up by wild moaning and excessive use of the word "dildo". Just like when I worked at that insurance company!
Speaking of old jobs, also over the weekend I introduced Ulrich to the best burgers in the city, which happen to be served at a little short order place very close to the notorious and nefarious Titanic Cruises, leading me to many reminiscences about the time I spent/wasted in those offices. I didn�t run into anyone I knew from those days, thank all the powers that be, but it felt oddly like visiting oneself in the past. I was out there a year ago, or so, and very nearly avoided visual capture by Miranda, but I managed to duck out of her line of sight just in time. I�m not sure why I felt the need to avoid her, like some crazy ex-girlfriend at the grocery store (I have so many of those), but the prospect of one more conciliatory and disinterested conversation had with her out of formality would be one more than I could take. So I just watched her in the reflection of my watch until she walked away.
And anyway, that�s how I spent MY weekend.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: different ways to say died I�m Watching: I watched Threshold last night, for the first and probably only time, and caught up on all the Passions I�ve missed. I�m Reading: I actually finally finished A Walk in the Woods yesterday, and have yet to select a replacement.