still ranting, still raving

More thoughts:

After spending the night with, honestly, an amazing girl, I grabbed lunch with my friend Gill, who simply quipped "back on the road to marriage?". Great. Technically, any first date is, in reality, the first step on the road to marriage. Perfect. Thanks, Gill. Seriously. I needed that hanging over my head. Really.

The Hussey just visited for the quickest 3 day weekend I've ever had. And I got to have lunch with the Luttrulls, who were passing through town, in a sort of small scale DC Pimlico Foundation reunion. As I've said before, I love my friends very very much. I really really do. Thanks, guys.

I had a 10 minute reading with a fortune teller this weekend. Her head didn't asplode. She told me I have a very nice name, that my income will increase dramatically in February, that about 3 weeks ago I had a very difficult confrontation, and that there are two women in my life - one is a coworker, and the other is a very dominating, manly type presence. Awesome. Here comes the sexual harassment suit from work!

Maybe Elliott Smith was on to something.

Quote of the weekend of the Hussey visiting: "that's a bitch move, Santa." I love the Boondocks. If you don't have these DVDs, go buy them, and listen to the wisdom of Riley all day. It works.

After three solid years, I believe that computerzilla has died. Let us reflect on the life of this great computer (if you ever visited, you know about this thing: laptop, approximately 3 feet wide, 75 lbs, and operates at approximately 425 degrees)
I purchased it as the display model. Meaning no warranty, and they gave me the wrong power cord when I walked out with it. Less than thirty minutes into ownership, and we already had problems.
It once caught so many viruses that I had to completely reinstall Windows. Windows Explorer failed to work.
It was nicknamed the Nut Roaster
Currently, there are approximately 4,500 songs on the itunes library on the thing, and I'm guessing about 1,000 hours of porno has passed through the hard drive.
The decline began when I spilled the chicken noodle soup on it this winter, while ill.
Its still the emails, though. So many sent on that machine. I can't even begin to describe. I really can't. Makes me cry.
Things in life it has helped me with: booking initial tickets out to California, finding apartments in Washington DC when I lived in KC, looking up statistics regarding games played vs career strikeouts, listening to the song "i'm not okay (i promise) no fewer than 1,000 times one weekend, having various Gorillaz wallpapers, playing music in my office, watching The Royal Tenenbaums with my neighbor, being transported across the country, becoming a permanent jukebox for my stereo, making house buying spreadsheets, and receiving emails about monkeys eating fingers and asses.

I'm not going to lie - I'm a little bit attached to that computer. I don't want to see it go. But now I need a new dedicated itunes machine. If any of you have suggestions, I'm open to them. Let's face it - I don't have the same attachment to my Toshiba. But the old Hewlitt Packard Satellite, with the Harmon/Kardon speakers? I love that machine. Godspeed, gentle soldier.

Quote of the weekend via text message: "I have the hottest fucking uterus in Manhatten!"

I may have agreed to go on a float trip this weekend. And I've already agreed to a couple of beach weekends. Why do people insist on bringing me near water? I hate explaining my hatred of water to people.

Thinking about joining a wiffle ball league, but then thought otherwise. I don't think that I could play with strangers. Its such an odd, social game, that I'm not sure that it is a good thing to play with strangers. Kind of a personal thing. But I just don't think that it'd feel right.

Coldplay made a good song, once. It's called Politik.

Maybe Kurt Cobain was on to something.

Starting to wonder as to whether or not I'm a good person to know. You know - as in the international connections and crap like that. I do love the fact that many of my friends, I would know them through several chattels. But still. I'm not a connector. I'm a follower. Perfect.

From Jim Caple's latest article:
"If only this conversation could have been on YouTube. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, visiting San Francisco with Australian Prime Minister John Howard, went to a Giants game last week and sat with Willie Mays. People who saw them said they were having a great time. Turns out that Rice's mother taught Willie at Fairfield Industrial School in one of the poorest parts of Birmingham, Ala.. If this isn't an encouraging story, I don't know what is: the daughter of a teacher who taught in the segregated South winds up Secretary of State."
Tell me that sports don't matter.

Still thinking about that soundtrack thing. I'll get a good list put together, I promise.