I'm amazed I'm up this early considering the hour I went to bed . . . sundart
, as always, is a bad influence in this department. :)
The only thing that was at all distinguishing about yesterday being the 4th at all was the fact that it was Friday and I got to do absolutely nothing (which was ultimately a good thing as it was hot as all fuck - damn 2nd floor apartments) and the fact that there was nothing on TV besides the ubiquitous marathons. beatgoddess
and I did some talking about the holiday the day before as she had overheard this man attempting to explain the whole concept of independance day to his son, and I was like look. I don't really like the way this country is heading, though I do appreciate that I still have the option of saying so (for how long though?) But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to take every holiday Uncle Sam gives me. Free day off, man. Fuck that! So I was unrepentant about "celebrating." Even if all I did was lay about the house and moan about how hot it was. Looks like I get to do that again today as well. Oog. Well I managed to get the blinds down in the kitchen so maybe it won't be so bad. Then again, I'm already sweating. bah. Gimme a nice heavy New England snowfall any day.
I did get a little of the algorithm figured out for the Dragonsea page. Next stop is actually writing it. I think I will curl up in the living room with some lemonade and the PHP book for that after I get done journalling. I have to figure out how to do it so that the links and words and stuff still index, and I think I know how to do that. Here's hoping.gossamer_gull
came over late yesterday afternoon armed with board games which we didn't ultimately wind up playing, and two Coen Brothers movies that I hadn't seen and which I quite thoroughly enjoyed - Miller's Crossing
was well written, well crafted and the dialogue was so wonderfully executed and I have never had so much fun watching a movie about people who are at their cores "sonofabitches" but yet are cool anyway (case in point, the scene with Albert Finney and "Danny Boy"
playing on the phonograph is really cool. Not to mention mmm, Gabriel Byrne . . .) Fargo
I had also never seen and I really enjoyed, even though William H. Macy's character got on my nerves, Frances McDormand's was so charming that she pretty much stole the movie and waddled away with it balanced on her several months worth of pregnant belly. That I also really liked Steve Buscemi in that movie as well. He does bug-eyed slimeball so well. Oh ya.
After the movies people drifted off to bed (sundart
) and off to cooler, air conditioned climes (beatgoddess
and I talked for a bit about her life and its various challenges at this point in it. We wound up getting hungry, so we decided we'd go off to Denny's for a bit of late night fare, but first I called to make sure it was open, and was rewarded for my efforts with the extremely put-upon voice of the waitress known to our small circle as the Steak Knife Lady:
"Dennys, how can I help you?"
"Oh yay! You are open!"
*sigh.* "Yep. Always."
"Wow, you sound sooo thrilled about that."
*half hearted chuckle*
This is well in character for the steak knife lady - she's called that becuase on a 4am trip austin carole and I made one summer night a couple of years back, she actually commented to an incoming custodian "Oh, good. You're not a customer. I think if you were, I would have thrown a steak knife at you." Naturally we're all like "Oooookay. Check please." I've found her fascinatingly scary since. Anyway, g.g. and I got into Thusel, went down to stuff our faces, continued to talk. Despite the arrival of a woman in a really scary pink satin outfit, we enjoyed our late night repast and conversation, and after a brief stop at a local emporium of convenience to bring home some soda for the family, she dropped me off and I went off to beddybye.
I know i woke up from one of those weird dreams I have been having lately this morning but I can't remember any of it at this time. The one I had yesterday afternoon was really bizarre - one of those spectator dreams, where I'm not directly involved just watching. It seemed to be set at some future date and weirdly enough seemed to be set in my old high school though various aspects of the dram were telling me it was Princeton. Whatever, Anyway, it was this band of students that had ultimately come to the conclusion that the only way to save the world was to reduce as much of the human population upon it as possible, so they stay up nights developing these biological weapons that act instantly but only affect human beings, (although they themselves have an antidote). Their first act required two of their number to set off something that must have been nuclear in nature as when they set it off during graduation, it had this weird effect of disintegating everything white in the area - clothes, concrete, eyeballs - and then from there the rest of the destruction followed - buildings crumpled, people bled to death from their eye sockets, what have you. So they just roamed the country on motorcycles, releasing their viruses behind them as they went, killing everybody for the good of the world supposedly. How Last Supper
Anyway, the tummy is growly so I'm going to go find breakfast and wait for the wandering sundart
to come home from her berry picking mission. Here's hoping that wrestling with the blinds was effective and it doesn't bake in the kitchen like it did yesterday. Hmm, today might be a good day to haul my pooter out of the closet and set it up . . . We'll see how hot it gets.