The Strandman

Ugh, so it's Saturday evening and I have absofuckinglutely nothing lined up to do, though not for lack of trying. Chris is sleeping something off, Billy's characteristically unreachable, and I can't get ahold of any of my camp friends, neither. The Abyss and I had made informal plans to have a BBQ today (though it could still happen tomorrow) and I wanted to peep on The Aristocrats with T-Bone. It's not too late... something could still happen! I feel fussy and dehydrated. You guys know what I mean, right? Grrr. Maybe I'll go for a run.

Tom came over, I think it was Tuesday, and we watched Meet The Feebles, which he'd sold to me as "like The Muppet Show, man, but if all the Muppets were taking drugs and having sex and stuff." Well, it is sort of like that, but also really really awful.

Update: Yeah, so Tom came through and I went to go see The Aristocraps with a whole bunch of people at 11:00 on Saturday night. The movie was delightful -- I'd been worried that, having been produced by Penn Jillette, it'd be full of pedantic B.S., and it had a little of that, but for the most part it was a joy. Sarah Silverman is a naughty little minx. I would've stayed out later, but I've got this cough, you see, and...

I bought some new cotton sheets for my bed, since the flannel ones that Mer'd bought in college were just a tad bit too warm for year-round (not to mention pretty filthed, no matter how many times we washed 'em). I'm thinking I might also buy a new blanket to match.

Last night I went over to Bill's place and we all (Chris was there, too) sat around drinking and watching TV. It was nice. When I got home, though, I discovered that the kitties had knocked over a very nice champagn flute that was on one of the higher shelves in the cupboard as part of their never-ending quest for food. There was broken glass everywhere (think I got most of it, though I was still picking the odd shard out of my feet this morning), but they both seemed very contrite, which was kind of weird, so I didn't, you know, punish 'em or anything.

My stuff from Amazon came. The Op Ivy album is a bit tamer than I remember but a bit better, too. The Sandman book I bought was less interesting than I'd hoped but also significantly darker. It was also one of those books that didn't really benefit much from being colored; I wonder if there are some editions that are just black and white.