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god dammit. i just got fooled by one of those ad windows where you think there's a close box but really it's not and it makes bad stuff happen like my entry window close.
Not like i had anything interesting in there, just me watching the first 20 minutes of celebrity poker. i'll recap: carrie fisher is fat old and wearing a hideous shirt, mim rogers looks familiar and carrie fisher wishes she looked like her, david cross is awesome and within 5 minutes he was almost out of chips and now he's barely still in it, and finally i discovered that scott strode is the dude from creed and the jesus of the 21st century and i couldn't hate him, his playing style, or err, him any more than i do right now. oh well, david cross is about to lose. not much left to watch here, unless tom green suddenly starts being funny. oh wow, every word he says or motion he makes makes me hate him more. and he keeps making all these vague things that i think are about his relationship with father, our lord. he doesn't know how to play poker either. DIE SCOTT STRODE DIE. wow, david won 16,000, he's like almost chip leader now. goooooo david cross. he is my hero.
so new year's eve was pretty rad. in fact, entertainment value of the bostonian's office showdown new year's 2002 aside, it was the most fun new year's evar. i got off work at like noon, bought champagne glasses (or flutes as the privaleged call them) and ingredients for the night's grand creation: bananas foster. I was trolling the internet for lite dishes that would go well with cheap champagne and bananas foster was mentioned and when i discovered the key to the dish was setting it on fire. done deal.
got back home and met katie and then we met mike and went to coolidge corner theater and saw eat it new york, a documentary about 2 guys starting a restaurant in williamsburg. it made me very unhappy that there's nothign in my life i'm so passionate about, but it was a good time nonetheless. then i went to look for banana liquer and then hit up paris creperererie and ate. then we went to the gap where katie tried on ridiculous hats, after she bought one we drove into the city. hahaha scott strode is RETARDED. he has a queen high with a straight on the board and he called $1,500. i'm quite certain he's not played before. anyway in boston we watched the ghetto parade, saw ice sculptures, watched the suprisingly well done fireworks show, got really really cold and then had thai food at the place i get lunch from every damn day.
then back to brookline and back to the theater and saw the company, which we all enjoyed verily. scott strode looks like an unlikable judd nelson. oh man, he's out. woohoo. although won't he just rise in 3 hands?
after the movie we came back, adam, who was home, and we worked hard on the dessert, then the set it on fire time came and i was retarded and didn't realize that the directions "shake the pan" actually meant "spill rum out of the pan so it catches fire on the open flame and the fire spreads to the pan and all the rum ignites." but eventually i got it. then adam flipped the pan and fire went freaking everywhere and we turned the lights off and it was beautiful.
at 11:59 and 30 seconds i started pouring champagne, at 11:59 and seriously 58 seconds, adam came in carrying four freaking bowls of ice cream. then we watched some awful dick clark dance party, turned off the tv, turned on the music and busted out trivial pursuit. we drank a few bottles of champagne and the game had many ups and down, i mainly started down while mike broke all odds and established an early lead. somehow i started getting pies and soon mike and adam quit and katie and i devised a perfectly rational way to decide the winner. we allowed her to sneak a brown pie into her cheese wheel thingy but i still emerged the victor. then we had new year time out front and then i woke up the next day with the worst headache of the year. har har, get it? but it was really bad. I blame dick clark.
but the most important thing that occurred on new year's eve is that katie and i evened out. last year, due to some phase of the moon or tear in space-time or SOMETHING i wound up 3 seconds in the future. i don't know what happened to those 3 seconds, where they went, what happened to them, etc., but i'm squarely back in the present now, which is reassuring to say the least.
david cross will win this. that's great.
hmm, anything do mention aside from new years? my new pocket pc is a fun toy that allows me to do many things that previously required wires wirelessly. and katie and i finished angel season 3 which was great and are one ep away from end of buffy season 6 which is just amazing. she's at oly's watching 24 now or something, and she may have intentions of watching the last episode then. which or course is ridiculous, as immediately following celebrity poker i have video games to attend to. unless of course queer eye sucks me in like it has in the past, although this time i have no booze so it may be easier to resist. ha! i've seen that episode. OH NO! the two hour celebrity poker finale is on next tuesday at 8! i have a meeting then! my life suuuuuuuuuuuuuucks.
umm erp.