Right now I would like a giant massive bowl of tapioca. Maybe the size of a popcorn bowl.
- Maybe it's because of the lack of awesome video games right now, maybe it's because I'm getting old - but I've been using my XBox for streaming Netflix 1000% more than I've been using it to game. Resident Evil 5 needs to come out soon.
- Ever since the Niff and I went to IKEA a couple weeks ago and came home with some bamboo, Ray has been snuggling up to it all too often. Almost kissing it. Not chewing it, not licking it, but kissing it. I think he is going soft.
- Preseason football practice has started already, but I've yet to be able to partake in the puking that everyone else is enjoying. And this upsets me. Alas, sunday night will be my first practice. Here is hoping my 5k before that doesn't eff me up prior to practice.
- My Kindle is still the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. Aside from my original Nintendo. I'm reading a lot more and I think my OCD when it comes to lugging around 100 books is starting to dissolve because of it.
- I don't even know what to say about this:
- Speaking of books, I just finished an awesome book called Shadow Divers. If you';re into World War II history, it's a fantastic read.
- I'm sick for the first time in a very, very long time. It's a pretty mean cold, but nothing a lot of rest/relaxation, OJ, warm Ginger Ale, soup and toast won't fix. All courtesy of the Niff.
- I wish winter would finally be over. I'm not one to complain about the cold or snow or wind. But sometimes you just want to walk outside with a t-shirt on without people looking at you like you are some freak.
- Slumdog Millionaire lived up to the hype and beyond. Amazing movie. Go see it if you can.
- I've always had this unfounded worry that I might die before I read all the books in my bookcase and see all the movies I've always wanted to see. It's in the same vein as wanting to do XYZ before you die, I just feel like the bookcase is staring at me.
- The other day the Niff and I hit up Borders for some research. We circled for a bit for a table and finally one opened up, a big round table that had 6 chairs. It was totally empty and we put our stuff down while Niff got some coffee. I started writing in my journal when some lady plopped her ass down basically next to me with a tall cup of coffee, a huge piece of cake, and a book she was pretty intent on reading. She didn't ask to sit there, didn't say anything. I looked at her a few times, she pretended I wasn't even there.
So I made sure she knew I was there. I "accidentily" bumped the table a "few" times, gently spilling her coffee every now and then. She got the picture and then got the fuck out. I can't stand rude old ladies.
No sooner does she leave does this 80 year old man walk up and ask if I minded if he sat there. Of course I needed the space to spread out our stuff, but he was polite, asked, and shit, he was an old man, right?
Yeah, except after he sat down, about 5 minutes later his 40 year old mail order bride came over with a shitton of stuff and stretched out, taking up at least half our table.
Needless to say, it took all of 60 seconds for us to peace out.
