self-titled: ^_^

wow. i'm on cloud nine.

Postal Service (ben gibbard/dntel project) single came out today. Best 4 bucks i ever spent. it's a single with actual, legitimate content. kind of strange content, but wicked cool. Usually, your single is, if you're lucky, the a-side and 2 b-sides, usually throwaways but sometimes good. Other times, you just get some lousy live version or alternate cut. sometimes you get a cover, which can be cool or worthless. Now Jimmy and Ben did it right, the album cut is "such great heights" then there is a non-album track. which is great (as i think anything these two touch has to be). Then there are two more songs, covers. ah, but here's the kicked, it's other bands covering (reinterpreting) postal service songs. I guess this would be gay if it was some random band, but it's two sub-pop bands, which just makes it cool. You get the shins doing "we will become silhouettes," which is fun, but really clean and poppy... doesn't recall much of oh inverted world. The next track is iron and wine doing "such great heights" which is drop dead gorgeous. their signature super lofi just an acoustic guitar strips the song of all but it's melody, which is just stunning in this setting, especially with the added harmony line. all in all a finely packaged 4 dollar disc from sub-pop.

and now i'm off for beirut at edmonds, first time i'll have seen those guys since 2002, should be fun. the plan is the kells, i'm not 100% sold on that, but beirut is certainly a good idea.

Parents are coming up tomorrow, i will hopefully meet them at capital grille after work for some food.

ok, peace.

worst super bowl ever. oh wait, radiers just blocked a punt and scored, they're still way too far out of it though.

trying to think if i did anything on friday. No, no i did not. i watched television and then went to sleep to cheers and woke up saturday to nicktoons.

I never knew that nicktoons were on saturday monrning as well. This totally introduces a whole new element to my weekends.

Rugrats is a vaguely entertaining show. i was in and out of sleep watching it and had bizarre dreams involving chucky and tommy. And i swear to god, i think the fairly oddparents is my favorite show on tv right now. It's got the appeal that the powerpuff girls once did, but even more.

After my programs i got up, played a little texttwist, and then drove out to the star market and bought some necessities. Picked up mcdonalds for katie and myself, which was great, because i've been wanting mcdonalds for weeks.

When i got home, katie and i settled in for like three episodes of twin peaks. Two episodes left and then sweet, sweet Buffy. omg can't wait.

i got a call during adam during the peaks, he tony and a couple others were going to some place for food and drinks. I got a ride down to the washington square tavern and met them. nice place, the decor reminded me greatly of the taverns in williamsburg, which was a nice little throwback. we had a few rounds of stella and pilsner urquell and i had a porcini mushroom soup which was quite good. There was a poached egg element that i was not fully prepared for, because i went to break it up and the yolk spread out everywhere, which is just weird when you get yolk into a liquid, because the consistency gets all crazy, but it was good nonetheless.

...several hours later...

then we went back to 14 lake and played cards. got a call from tim about a party at mancini's, but he called at 9, and it wouldn't be till around 11, so i was forced to play cards in the downtime, and then wasn't able to leave ever. good night of cards, i won back the money spent at the bar so it was all good. then back home for nickelodeon.

today was nicktoons, breakfast, gaming and tv. now i sleep.

cheers

i wasn't really paying close attention, but at the end of the last cheers i swear the main female character for sam was agent 99 from get smart. and she was old, which makes me think... was sam malone really a player, because i'm noticing more and more the quality of chicks he gets and they aren't really the stuff of legend...

anyway today was godawful. but now i'm feeling a little better which is equally sucktastic because i wanted to stay home sick tomorrow, but that won't be necessary. although i can always leave early if tomorrow goes anythign like today.

i can't say i really remember cheers, so forgive me if this is a stupid comment, but if sam sells rebecca the bar i'm going to be really really pissed off.

yesterday in the midst of all my pissing and moaning i forgot to mention that the greatest thing ever happened: i got season 3 of buffy. even the packaging makes me feel funny all over. but first, katie must finish the peaks. i want to see buffy as much as she does, but i'm also itching to see audrey horne in bed.

the cold will keep me from maryann's tomorrow after work, which is good, because my body wants to recover and get healthy, not go to mary ann's. although, if i even hear a faint whisper of "cards" i will follow. and hell, last friday at green briar was great fun, so maybe if something non-standard comes up i will partake.

i may have to pass on making my lunch for tomorro,w because i'm so tired and lazy. i forgot my fruit roll up yesterday, and forgot my saltines today. i'm a mess. if i forget my pudding tomorrow, i'll know it's time to tkae drastic measures.

I"m tempted to return to simcity and continue working on juice, my third city in the beverage series. it's coming along well, if i can grow it just a few more thousand withtout fucking it up, it could turn into a real winner.

i hate rebecca.

this song on the new crooked fingers album is disturbingly similar to blondie's "the tide is high" same little trumpet line... it's creeping me out.

i freaking quit. i just want to get this web crap set up, calendar and stuff, but it's too late any time i start and i'm freaking tired and everything takes to long and i can never fucking get the calendar to work right because everything i try to do is some cheap hack rather than actually learning wtf is going on and doing it correctly. ugh.

in other news, i'm miserably sick or something. loaded up on antihistimines yesterday to stop the runny nose, which didn't really work until i had my 3rd tavist in 8 hours(not on box: do not exceed 2 in a 24 hour period) and some alka seltzer and lots of booze and played and won some poker.

today, i don't need antihistimines, i need a freaking decongestant, and my upper lip is raw as hell from the nose blowing and the blistering cold.

i ju st want to die and it's so late and i should be in bed but i wasted an hour accomplishing crap and now have other stuff to do and blah blayh ablshdalsdhalwkhrelakghawlefkahdslfkasdlfkjaslekawlager.

kattie and i watched confessions of a dangerous mind today. it was decent, not quite as interesting or engaging or well made as i thought it'd be... it was just a movie. got me interested in chuck barris though and wtf he was on. is this a great manipulator at work, a complete delusional, or is the dude actually telling the truth. i think it's a little of column a and a little of column b.

AH MY LIPS ARE DEAD. i've been smoethering them with vaseline and my throat hurts and if i don't feel tip top tomorrow i'm goign to go ballistic on someone.

my stomach feels weird too and i can't breathe out of my nose because it's stuffed and the end result is that all the flow of air to and from my mouth is just making my lips worse and blah blah blah kill me know.

sigh, another weekend come and gone.

friday i got home from work and got ready to chill out for the night. then i get an im from adam around 8 or so, and then suddenly my peaceful night of wasting away in front of the tv was gone and i'm walking to 14 lake in the coldest weather imaginable.

after a few cocktails over there, adam greg and i set out for some bar i'd never heard of, but instead settled in at the green briar. fun time over there, first guinnesses i've had for a long while, they are yummy. some lousy band was playing lousy cover songs, but the dance floor was pretty crazy so it was all good.

back to 14 lake, i took a break on the couch while adam went out to get tony so we could play cards, and in that couch i remained until about 7am. I passed out quick and hard, leather couch was just too darn comfortable i guess.

saturday i took it nice and easy for the day, finished chicago, played some video games. then threw on the oven to make some baked potatoes for saturday night live. at this point i thought i should go out for a cigarette, because i hadn't had any and it seemed like a thing to do. I grabbed my coat, got my shoes but then said "nah, i'll be fine" went out on the back porch and promptly locked myself out.

I waited around a while out there, in case katie came home. she didn't, not until much much later. i rang joe's bell but he wasn't home. i had no choice but to hoof it to 14 lake. which would've been nothing, had i been wearing shoes. luckily, i waited for katie long enough that i lost feeling in my feet, and thus didn't mind terribly the walk over snow and ice.

got there, left some messages for my rescue, and then watched snl with verdi.

got picked up afterwards, came home, fell asleep watching nickelodeon, and woke up to my nicktoons. fairly oddparents and jimmy neutron are the rock. great shows. then i got out of bed during the opening credits for rocket power, the show that isn't good, but i get sucked in if i start watching. made myself an omelette, and an excellent one at that.

with my hard work portion of the day out of the way, i retired to my room for terrible sunday night television. had my fox lineup taken away from me for the 28129831th time so fox could show a shitty movie (something about mary, which i am unhappily watching now).

i feel the opening strains of sickness coming in. throat has some weirdness going on and my nose is slightly stuffy. that rules, hopefully it'll kick full in tomorrow for the start of the work week.

oh yeah, after reading an unsubstantiated rumor about the dismemberment plan breaking up (which turned out to be true) i bought tickets for their show with les savy fav in february. figuring 1.) if the rumor was true, it'd suck to pass on this chance and 2.) reserving tickets is like the only way of getting me to a show i guess. i bought 2 tickets because hey, you never know, and also, you really do know and i can probably turn a profit on show night selling it. Show's at the Roxy, which might be a little weird, but hey, les savy fav, d-plan on their last tour, it'll rule.

sucks that there will be no follow-up death and dismemberment tour, that ruled.

hooray, the week is almost over.

lots of work has occurred, poker on tuesday was a bit different than the few weeks of five guys. There were close to 25 people playing over the course of the night... pretty crazy.

wednesday when i got home i watched most of chicago. it's quite good. it's weird because really, it's just the musical in musical form on screen, but i'm not complaining about it. catherine zeta jones-douglas is awesome. they should've done the hanging scene differently. I'm sure there are tons of alternate cuts lying around, and i'm sure one would've been more effective than the one they went with. there was something too "german prison camp" about the real world shots. they should've had the actual fall be the stage set.

great story too, that chicago. i think by its live nature, the show was better. in your face and what not, but perhaps i'm kind of limited because i'm watching it in the smallish theater of my home, this specifically on my pc (although today i got svcds working on my dvd player).

i had to shut it off during the trial at the end because i went down to mary ann's to meet some bostonians for dimo's 21st birthday. good time, dimo actually had 21 shots, and remained pretty capable to keep drinking... an impressive show. I got drunker than i had planned, but it was a fun time. this morning didn't hurt too much actually.

today i got katie to watch two episodes of twin peaks. i think i'm one episode away from getting her hooked. Whether it's a "this show is pretty good" hooked or a "i hate it so much but i have to see what happens" hooked i'm not sure, but in the end, all that really matters is that i have someone to watch it with.

grabbing 8 mile now, and hopefully the second disc of confessions. saw maybe the opening minute of confessions today, looks... odd.

oh yeah, i went to newbury after work with a mission: buy two cds. the latest from hood and also this pulseprogramming disc. and maybe anything by couch if they stocked it. they had nothing and i was made sad. i sort of don't want to mail-order though. i may have to... my ear needs something new, and i don't think i'll see these albums posted.

yay for friday tomorrow.

so i think i'm developing a small problem with rage. not acting on it, of course, but having very angry non-violent impulses where i just want to yell at people. one of these people we'll call rachael who works across from me. I don't know why, she's a sweet girl. perhaps it's because i suspect she makes more money than i do, and perhaps it's because if there were ever a work-off competition or a spelling bee or something, i'd kick her ass. either way, i just want to explode sometimes, i have no idea what i would say, but it would involve irrational yelling. i should figure out what to do with this before it becomes a problem. For this, i turn to tv. on an episode of happy days i saw a couple nights ago, the fonz took to building bird cages. that worked for a bit, but ultimately, pounding faces was more rewarding than pounding nails. and on malcolm the other night, malcolm just kept the rage inside instead of screaming at people, but that just gave him a peptic ulcer. must research this issue.

meanwhile though, i heard a piece of information that inolves her leaving for 3 months. this coupled with my plan of arriving before her, taking a shorter lunch, and staying later, may bring me good tidings. we're understaffed as is, i don't know what rob has in store for the office, but perhaps this will be an opportunity for him to see that we don't need her and her entire salary can be tacked on to mine.

got home whenever, watched 7th heaven and joe millionaire then the real world thing. the down side of this is that i only got to watch one episode of cheers. the up side is, uhhh, i didn't have to put dead rats in my mouth.

downloading chicago now, then confessions of a dangerous mind, then the pianist, then shit, maybe 8 mile. i'm pretty sure my dvd player handles svcds, i'll be a little bummed if not, but whatever.

downloaded the new juliana theory album last night and it's too bad, because the nice acoustic guitar pop of understand this is a dream are gone. and also the dark electronic underpinnings of emotion is dead are gone too. in their place is stupid, sloppy, electric guitar wankery. this is based on listening to parts of 5 or 6 songs, but it was a horrible experience. and there is a new cut of into the dark, which isn't very good. it's weird, like some agr one by one thing.

whoa, courtney cox was one of seinfeld's girlfriends. dunno that i've seen this episode. and god am i tired. nope, i've seen this one. seinfeld's great. nowhere near wonder years. on the whole 80s nonsense yesterday, they showed the kiss from the first episode, and i was more nostalgic than should be allowed.

it is with a heavy heart that i go head first into the tail end of sunday, fully embracing the end of the weekend, this one feels like it went by super fast.

yesterday i uh, stayed in bed watching tv until 5pm or so, heh. Then i got up, watched some saturday night live, showered, and went over to 14 lake around 8pm for a big old sit down steak dinner. mighty tasty it was too, big old steaks, stuffed potatos, asparagus, salad, the works. then i came home and prepared to go out to the new stupid eurotrash bar that isn't accessible by the T. but we heard there was a line, so we went to our house instead. me katie mike oly lori sean. hung out there till about midnight when i got the "we're gonna start cards now" phone call, and headed back to 14 lake.

fun night of poker, 3 new guys at the table, which was weird, since for the past many times played it's just been me adam tony greg and zack. anyway, we went for a while, took the new guys' money, i walked with about $25 profit, which, although small, was a wonderful, wonderful feeling.

i woke up today to my nicktoons, i actually only watched jimmy neutron, which is a pretty entertaining show. I smartly turned it off and got out of bed before getting sucked into rocket power and hey arnold.

i got up, made a pound of bacon and an omelette and katie wouldn't get up to eat the breakfast i worked on, but it's ok, more bacon for my lunches. then i did computer game stuff and then i did tv stuff and made my sunday night s'mores. and now it's cheers then insomniac.

oh yeah, on tv today was VH1's "I love the 80's" special or whatever where they have an hour for each year of the 80s. Having watched 1982-1988, i can say this. the 80's got progressively less interesting as they approached the 90s.

and i have a big problem with cheers: the bar never has people in it. like never. and it never feels like its night out, but why would these people hang out in a bar all day. i mean, i guess since most of them work there, norm is unemployed, and cliff and frasier may have odd hours. but still, i think it's just a matter of the lighting being really weird and making me think it's always day. also, there's never ANYONE in the bar. even on "the most popular night of the year," saint patrick's day, which is the day this episode takes place on. i just don't know how this place stayed in business for 7 or 8 seasons. and it sucks that gary's always wins in the prank wars. even when he's not participating he still wins.

wow, the longness of this day cannot be written down in any form of words. instead i will use a picture. i horribly picture i make of ascii characters.

x...._____----=========== ... oo y

you see, the x represents the beggining of the day, and the y next to the two "o"s represents infinity. as you can see, our arrival point is at a spot -beyond- infinity. "how can you do this prof. peterik? it is an assault on my reputation as a maiden fair and true to try and pass off this sillery." well, dear you, my arrival point at point y, or, "beyond inifinty," is due to a slight, but influential, ripple in the space-time continuum that occurred but 10 days ago. you see, when i reached the present before katie did at new year's, what occurred was that my present became her future. the tear was small, it only disrupted 5 seconds. when it sealed, the relation between katie and i was never repaired. so thusforth, now follow me as i try and prove this logically, i will set a set of guidelines now:

we define "the future" as "that yet to come," hencely, at any given moment, no exact point can be defined as the future. instead, one's future occurs that moment plus the limit of x as x approaches zero. so future cannot be a point, but a journey to a point.

SO, let's move on. I exist five seconds ahead of katie. I exist in her future. but that is impossible because no point in time can exist in her future. so i clearly do not exist. but i DO exist, the very - nope, not getting into that one...

The future can not exist at a point in time.
I am in katie's future.
I cannot exist.
I do exist.
I must exist.
I must exist in katie's future.
Therefore, i exist at a point outside infinity.

SOOOO, that y next to the oos above is valid. i also realize that i had a good train of logic going and then the train broke down because i really didn't have a leg to stand on to begin with.

it's been a long day.
i worked, then i came home, then went for a drink and movie with oly and mike. we were to see adaptation, but we got there and decided to see 25th hour instead. it wasn't anything much. then i came home, and a by-product of the movie was that particular brand of by-product where i want to go out to a bar get down. that was not in my future.

what was in my future was the new newlywed game with katie (she doesn't look sexy in pink fuzzy slippers, but her friend kim would; i have mostly twenties in my wallet; but it's ok, after this trying episode, we will stay together) oh wow, that'd be awesome. soooo awesome. take the newlywed game and change the prize from "a second honeymoon" to "stay married." Coming this Spring to Fox, "Fight For Your Wife," three married couples, only one will walk away with the prize: another year of holy matrimony. I'm surprised this hasn't been done yet. Get the couples into legally binding contracts enacting divorce, it takes all our society loves about emotionally exploitative match-making, but rips the joy out of it and injects a healthy dose of what we really love - cynicism and negativity. like, you divorce them and move and change your name and stuff, and the kids have to go to court so you can fight over them, and you have to pay alimony. i bet fox has the power to force the losing couples through this so much that it becomes a reality and they want the divorce. this match up and marriage shows suck because you can't make someone love someone else, what you can do though is make them hate someone.

i'm a goddam genius.

then, at 12 or so, i went to 14lake for a night of cards. i paid for beer and left with the exact amount of cash i came in with. 4 hours of poker and not a penny up or down. i'll take it.

ok, new layout. if anything looks really wrong on the front page, aside from the calendar and all the crap on the right, let me know. otherwise, nothing else but the front page is even sort of setup, deal.

i made a hell of a dinner tonight, we'll call it egg and cheese on a toasted english muffin. i really outdid myself this time around.

i haven't packed my lunch yet, i should probably do that, or perhaps my laziness will prevail and i'll get a lousy wrap. grr. damn me and my laziness. it's ok, i think i'm getting fat from these past two days of packed lunches.

I think i've turned around on rebecca episodes of cheers. now diane seems like a pill. I think i just swing and like whichever one is on screen. Also, as i watched cheers last night, i realized what an inspired creation it was. just the range of characters: sexed up ex-ball player, virgin postman, unhappily married unemployed drunk, hoity toity psychiatrist, etc., it's just damn good.

tomorrow begets the weekend, i think there's bar/cards planned for one of the days, and the other night will be spent at home, unless hell freezes over and katie wants to go out.

that's got to be it for tonight, i just downloaded sim city 4 and i must get a little in before bed. and then make my lunch. it's just too great, and mainly because of the snackies. although i overdid it on the chocolate today - i had my yodels from yeterday, fudge sticks, and pudding. the only reason i ate the fudge sticks when i got to them last was because they were there.

yow. yesterday i skipped out on lunch and stayed till 6:30 so i could get 2 extra hours of sleep following poker night. today i skipped out on lunch and stayed till 8:30 beacuse, uhh, for the hell of it? i dunno, i was already kind of jolted since i came in two hours later than usual, so it didn't really -seem- like i was staying longer, but also, i was in photocopy hell and just wanted to get it the hell over with, and also, i want rob to take notice of stuff like this and then give me a billion dollar raise.

poker last night was fun, even if i am cursed with horrible horrible luck wherein i lose big pots to one freaking card denomination. 8s full of 2s losing to 8s full of 3s. that's not not fair... not one bit.

i think packing my lunch is about the most fun thing in the world. i think gut reaction when you see that is that people think you're doing it to save money. i freaking wish. i'm pretty sure packing a lunch is actually more money than buying my $4 or $5 wrap. fresh deli meat, fresh fruit, snackies, more snackies, more snackies, paper bags, plastic spoons, plastic wrap, that shit all adds up and i think it's $10 a day. today, whilst eating my ham and turkey and cheese, i realized that kraft singles are a vile vile beast that have no place in my lunch of champions. they are seriously gross. so today i went to star market and bought real cheese, and more turkey and ham and salami and super delicious roast beef with garlic. when i got home around 9, i made tomorrow's lunch, the sandwich is roast beef, turkey and cheddar. i tried it first, to make sure it wasn't gross, and it was great. although the cheese is insane, it's all "hey, i'm extra sharp cheddar, and ain't no one going to out flavor me." i don't even know if i tasted the majesty of the garlic roast beef under the cheddar. that saddens me, perhaps two slices, no matter how thin, is too much cheese. to hell with putting it on the outside to keep the bread unsoggy. oh wow, maybe it's because the cheese is the first thing my taste buds get a hold of, i bet that is influencing it's flavor power. i must try a different lineup tomorrow, and perhaps i will try roast beef and ham, wonder how that is. i also need to get provolone and swiss and try new cheeses. and where does salami fit in? and dare i branch out into the world of condiments? dear god, this is like seeing the first dawn of a whole new universe.

i wanted to make dinner tonight, i was thinking trying out some tuna, oil and garlic mix simmered or whatever in a frying pan and then added to some spaghetti. but alas, i was too tired and greedily stuffing lunch meats into my gaping maw was just too damn easy.

hmm for some reason i just want to go eat more. maybe this will make me bigger. i swear, i think i'm shrinking. everything seems smaller, and by "everything" i mean my shoes and pants. i neat to get some meat on me. perhaps i will buy more garlic roast beef tomorrow and some tape or staples and attach it to my body.

ok, it's almost ten pm and i will uhh, go to bed and watch cheers.

work flew by today, which of course is nice, but i believe to be a bad omen of worse days to come. i'm dealing with 3 or 4 different people who just won't get back to me and deal with my issues. city of newton being the biggest jerks about it.

i bought a bunch of yogurts at lunch today because deluca's, which is where i buy my yogurt, keeps screwing me. First, they ran out of yoplait, so i was forced to get columbo, my first fruit on the bottom yogurt ever. it turns out that worked, because i loved the columbo and swore off yoplait. then, slowly, they ran out of my columbo flavors over a couple of weeks, i had to go through cheery (great), blueberry (great), peach (the most disgusting thing ever), and strawberry (eh.) Then today i had eaten them dry, of the non columbo-lights they had none of the above except for peach which i won't touch. so it was back to yoplait, which they only had two decent flavors of in limited supply anyway. so, bottom line, i bring my own yogurt now. except for some reason i brought it home instead of keeping it at work, which was just dumb, especially since i forgot to buy lunch bags.

got home and had adventures with my car, then came back, made a pizza and settled down with katie for 3 hours of awful tv. seventh heaven, the show i love to hate with every fiber of my being, joe millionaire which was terrible fun, and then, because i was comfortable, real world challenge, which at least isn't completely and mind-numbingly awful like another season i should have watched but gave up on after 3 episodes.

i meant to get to bed early, at like 10 or so, since i was pretty tired this mornign and tomorrow night is cards. but it looks like midnight again.

hmm damn, i wanted to bring my lunch tomorrow, too. but now i don't want to make it. plus, the lunch would have to somehow revolve around my turkey and ham that i have, and i don't know how to make or have ingredients for any sandwiches. plus, no bags. must get bags tomorrow, fors ome reason i'm excited about packing a lunch. oh fuck it, i'm going to do it. turkey ham and cheese
in saran wrap
and a banana
and yogurt
and fruit rollups
and some saltines
and yodels or pudding for dessert
in a best buy bag.
fear me.

everyone should hurry and go to www.emogame.com and play the emo game. and by "everyone" i mean well, probably no one, however i enjoy it immensely. If a game where you play a band of indie/emo heroes from bright eyes, mineral, hot water music, cursive, dash board confessional, at the drive in and more on a quest to save the get up kids from steven tyler with help from jeremy enigk of sunny day real estate and some dude from braid as you trek through various location and fight people like a newfound glory, jimmy eat world, carson daly, creed. rivers cuomo and mother brain, well then in that case go play the emo game. otherwise forget i ever mentioned it. oh yeah, cobra commander and older pete from the adventures of pete & pete are unlockable characters.

i love my sunday mornings, i fall asleep watching three's company and wake up to nicktoons. luckily, this morning, i had the strength to turn the tv the hell off when i saw the opening frames of hey arnold.

so after my two episodes of rocket power or whatever the cartoon of the hawaiin kids way into xtreme sports is, i got up, made my toast and eggs, did dishes, and then settled in for a long afternoon of video games. then it was some buffy featurettes, then katie came home, then the sunday night fox lineup and s'mores.

so now katie's home and fun time is over. no more throwing my jacket on the middle of the floor or uhh, not locking the bathroom door when i shower. it's been different here for the past couple weeks alone and with none of the campus people around. i've liked it, not so much living alone, but having myself truly removed from college life. granted, it'd suck had tony and company not been around to keep me entertained a few nights, but the way it's been i'm more than happy to accept.

hmm, alright, time to waste an hour and then get in bed, watch insomniac and get to sleep. full work week, which i will not be used to is coming up, i hope i make it.

I"m watching SNL right now and my violent hatred towards bruce springsteen has returned. i hate him, i hate how his songs all sound the same, and i hate how when he performs he has a clusterfuck of 20 people playing a gay melange of stupid instruments like the shaker and the hand clap and they all look like they are these cool kickass badass rockers , oh my shit, just look at what that one guy is wearing, it appears to be purple tights, tan shoes with the pointy toes, a glittery blue/black lame (imagine an accent on the "e") jacket, and a black bandana., he looks like some retarded gay pirate. and he's like oh man i'm rocking out, i'm so cool. oh yeah bruce, no band needs 6 freaking guitars. go to hell and die you has been.

ok, sorry about that. i hate comedy central, since they apparently have nothing better to do on weekends than run episode after episode of recent saturday night lives, and i can't stop watching. i got up remarkably late today, so i only caught 2 and a half episodes, but still...

oh, the gay pirate i spoke of earlier is apparantly "little steven" and the crowd cheered when he was mentioned on weekend update.

last night after i made my nachos i saw i had a message, checked it, ate nachos and headed out to the avenue to meet adam tony and greg for the 4th quarter and on of the football game. hell of a game and it was fun to watch it in a room full of drunk people. we stuck around a little and then headed back for some late night poker fun.

got home at god knows what hour and then slept till two. then today i ate cold cuts and then about an hour ago i made baked potatos.

the end.

or not. listening to bostonians songs from the forthcoming album, cause i need to setup a tracklist or something. it's good. really good. or least this song is, god knows what evil lurks in the other songs.

rather than write about the past week or so, i think i'll just pretend they didn't happen. it's much easier for me that way. in brief, i don't know that anything extraordinary happened, well except for new year's eve. a wholly uneventful, embarrassingly so even, new year's except for one thing. katie called me, and we observed the new year's arrival together. however, i was five seconds ahead of her. normally, this is no big deal, you're on the phone and you hear a second lag or so on the tv. but when counting down to the new year, it became very weird and terribly difficult to fully comprehend. We were experiencing the exact same moment in time, i just did it first. this puts a horrible strain on our relationship though, and i'm not sure how this will play out when she returns on sunday, i expect really weird matter problems due to the tear we created on the space-time continuum. i fear when our two planes of existance come close to one another bad bad shit will happen, certainly not limited to the creation of a matterless void that sucks in greater new england.

in other news, you're looking at a very rough rig up of a slightly different self-titled. i have lots of work to do so it doesn't suck quite as hard, but in brief, doing it blog style is just loads easier for me. yes, the cost is that of my eternal soul, but hey, no more fumbling around with copy/paste and rename, right?

the work week was very nicely broken up with new year's falling on wednesday. i played poker wednesday night and after 5 or 6 hours i was only down chinese food, which is a wonderful switch up.

after work today, i dropped off my dry cleaning because there's supposed to be a mad snowstorm that was postponed due to rain. while i was out i went to star market, i was very hungry and need food.

now whoever says you shouldn't go shopping while hungry is clearly retarded. if i went shopping while not hungry, i'd buy nothing at all. today, while i was famished, chances are if i've eaten it before and liked it and it wasn't uncooked meat, i bought it or came really close to doing so. the bill came to like $160 before my star rewards nonsense and i just really went to town. it was a blast, i just went up and down every aisle while talking to myself and to the food.

here's an excert:
"hmm, need bread. bread bread bread. all of you suck. ooh, canadian white, oh yeah, bitch, you're the bread for me. oh wow, english muffins. wow, definitely, come here guys. you want company or should i just get one, ok, i'll just get you" at this point i looked across the aisle and saw the 8 pack of english muffins, i was previously talking with the 4 pack, "oh wow, nevermind. you, get the hell out of my cart" < "whoa. whhhhoaaaa. hold on. is that an egg? wow. i'm speechless. whoa." and then i picked up the jumbo english muffins with a pictre of an english muffin with an egg on it. i was impressed.