Remember... What the Doorman Said

Saw Chris tonight, which was fun. We went to the friends' place, where I thought they were having a barbecue, but I guess I'd been too waffly with Liz on the phone, so they didn't think we were coming and they ate all the food. So we got some Calexico instead, and it was great. My stomach was bothering me a bit so I didn't eat it all at the time, but I pounded it down as soon as I got home. It was good to see Chris; sounds like he's going out west to do his Master's at UCLA, which is sort of too bad for me, and probably Razor Lopez, too.

I finally got my hands on a copy of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, and Mer and I both plowed through it in a couple of days. It's good, you know, but a little, I don't know, breezy. Now I'm reading Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian, which is pretty goddamn scary. Finished Jade Empire; very satisfactory, except for one of those darn "choices" you make very near the end of the game basically swings your alignment completely in one direction, obliterating the results of all the choices you'd made earlier in the game. For me, the net result was that I turned into a pretty decent guy... and that's not so bad, I guess.

My new primary care physician sent me to a cardiologist and wants me to get an ultrasound, because I have, respectively, a heart murmur and a big fat varicose vein on one of my nuts. She said I really needed to start wearing something besides boxer shorts when I went running, so I bought a couple pairs of boxer briefs, which are not, you know, super-comfortable for me, but they stop the ol' oysters from hurting when I go 'round the park. So.

I think I may have found a place to donate my meagre comic book collection -- the Special Collections department of the VCU library system is apparently willing to receive any and all items I can send them. Even the Spawn / Underdog Christmas Special. I didn't think anyone wanted that one.