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New Years Eve and Stuff
Bringing you up to speed.
Not a bad New Years. Work was nice enough to let us out at noon on New Year's Eve, presumably so that we could all get good and liquored up in time to ring in the new year. Well, not this reveler. I'm not exactly a teetotaler, but the positives don't really seem to outweigh the negatives, especially if you're going to be doing your drinking while sitting at home alone. So, instead, I got some sparkling grape juice, and rented Psycho, My First Mister, and Phone Booth. I didn't intend on watching them all on New Year's Eve; I just always rent in 3s at the video store. Why? Well, the local video store has it set up such that 3 dvds comes to $5.00 ($4.72 before tax), which appeals to the obsessive/compulsive in me so much that even if I had only wanted two DVDs, I'd still prefer to rent an extra rather than pay $3.71 for just the two.
On New Year's Eve, I ended up watching all 3 as well as the latest House. Sad, no? Yes. Spent the majority of New Year's day in bed. Watched Amelie and read the first half of Snow Crash.
Psycho was better than I remembered it, Phone Booth was about what I was expecting, and My First Mister was better acted but quite a bit more melodromatic than I had thought it would be. House was its usual fantastic self. I wish they would move it from its Tuesday time slot, because I swear, no one has ever heard of the show. Maybe it's simply that the humor is so caustic that they don't think it's ready for prime time or something. I'm just worried they're going to can it. Then again, maybe they'll just go the X-Files route and make it slowly start to suck more and more and eventually replace one of the main characters with the friggin cop from Terminator II.
On Sunday I decided it was about time I left the apartment. I always feel like some sort of crazed hermit whenever I spend huge chunks of time without going outside. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to never go out, like if I worked on a submarine or in space, or as caretaker at the Overlook Hotel. I get cabin fever something awful.
I hit the mall and picked up Napolean Dynamite, and a 5x5x5 Rubik's Cube, as I already own a 3x3x3 and a 4x4x4. Then, I went to the calendar place hoping they might have a Zippy the Pinhead calendar, but it appears that it doesn't exist. I guess The Onion Ad Nauseum will do well instead.
Went bowling with Fatty that evening, and then we went off to Bennigan's for a Sweet & Cheesy Hammy.
Came home, played with iTunes for a while, and discovered Steve Hendershot's album is on the iTunes Music Store. Now, they just need to add his other album and he'll be set. I'd buy it if I didn't already own autographed versions in CD form. It inspired me to make a mix from songs available in the iTunes music store; decided I'd share it with you all when it was done. It has a good mix of popular and obscure stuff, but I couldn think of a good name for the mix.
Woke up this morning to ice rain. The weather channel calls it 'Wintry Mix'. I call it as good a title for the mix as any. It amused me, though, as the mental connation I have of Wintry Mix isn't ice rain, but this stuff.
I'll have my iTunes Wintry Mix up for you tomorrow.
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