Nov 222007
 

So, we got to go curling. We were going to go with Ben and the Popes; the Popes picked our dinner location (Macaroni Grill) and then informed us that they couldn’t eat with us, and then Ben called us and said he was too tired from moving all day and wasn’t coming to dinner or to curling. So I had to go admit to Macaroni Grill that I eat in such a disgusting manner that my friends won’t eat with me.

Anyway, I was surprised by the curling place, because it’s just a curling place. No ice skating, just curling, all year long (as far as I know), and they’re pretty old as far as American curling clubs go. It was pretty impressive. They had a bar and a lounge and all this stuff. Very cool. I should try to go back for the next open house, on December 1st.

So, the instructors at this place actually knew what they were doing. One of them is apparently a seven-time national women’s curling champion, which is pretty cool. We were busy enough that we didn’t really take any pictures. I tried twice to get a video of the Pope falling on ice, but he refused to cooperate and stubbornly remained moderately balanced. We got to play two ends with two teams of six, and we won 3 to 0 (because we’re awesome). That was fun.

I have more news of the Martian — on the day of KrisDi’s work Thanksgiving potluck, the Martian brought in a violin and proceeded to play loudly in his cubicle, and then performed requests at the actual potluck. Apparently he’s done this more than once. Someone asked for Turkey in the Straw, but he started playing Silent Night (his hearing is not particularly good, like his violin playing). Afterward, he proclaimed that if anyone had kids that wanted to play instruments, they should pick weeds to keep their fingers strong.

For Thanksgiving this year, I’m currently at E-Dubs and Pixel Chick’s place. For once, KrisDi doesn’t have to cook everything. I’ll have to go to work tomorrow, but I’m told it won’t be too bad. Apparently they typically buy everyone lunch and send them home early on the Friday after Thanksgiving, but as far as I’m concerned, that’s just a rumor until it actually happens. Saturday we’re going to go visit Mom and Grandma, and then Sunday Mom’s going visit us so we can watch the Hogfather.

Right now, E-Dubs is showing us his dirty under, complaining about the worn spots, wondering where his new ones are, and proclaiming that he can’t wear “the ones that are all blown out.”

Anyway, Hogfather. Based on the book by Terry Pratchett. I haven’t read the book, and I’m sure the made-for-TV-movie adaptation will be terrible, but it’ll be fun to watch. I’ll see if the Popes or Ben are interested in seeing it, too. And that’s my plan for the next few days.

——- Books and Movies ——-

Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore. This was funny, irreverent, and interesting, but not as raucous as The Stupidest Angel. It’s supposed to cover the 30 years of Jesus’ life before he got nailed to a cross from the standpoint of his best buddy Levi who is called Biff. How He made Biff sleep with numerous whores to help Him understand sin, how he decided that maybe bacon’s OK after all, how he learned Yoga and tried to teach it to an elephant…etc. It was fun. Kind of sad, in that Christopher Moore did a good job of really making me like the Jesus character, even though I knew perfectly well he was going to die nailed to a cross. I enjoyed the book, though.

Wristcutters: A Love Story. So, the premise is there’s a special afterlife for suicides. “Just like the regular world, but a little worse.” This guy Zia kills himself (I think because his girlfriend left him), and finds out later that his girlfriend killed herself some short time after his suicide, and he takes his friends and goes on a quest to find her. It’s silly and morbidly funny. Plus it had Tom Waits in it, and a NoDak playing the girlfriend.

Memoirs of a Geisha. Not really my kind of story, but the movie seemed well done and most of the acting seemed pretty good.

Nov 112007
 

Actually, I’m not all that bad. The doctor yanked my teeth out Thursday morning, stitched the sockets shut, and sent me home with only three $1 McDonald’s certificates for milkshakes. I did not bleed or drool as much as I had anticipated, and in fact I haven’t been in as much pain or discomfort as I would have expected, either. I swelled a lot and took some pictures, including gory tooth pictures. I’ll probably take tomorrow (Monday) off too, because I haven’t really had a good night’s sleep since Wednesday night.

Anyway, so here are the pictures of my teeth and me without them. Included therein are some pictures of the Fibonacci sweater Mom knit for me. It’s not quite as large as I had expected (she seems to be recovering from her ‘factor of two’ sizing issues), but certainly large enough for me (and KrisDi if she crawls inside). The pattern, by the way, is supposed to be 1 line dark blue, 1 line light blue, 2 lines dark, 3 light, 5 dark, 8 light, 13 dark, 21 light, 34 dark, 55 light (as you go up from the cuff, which doesn’t count), which is how the Fibonacci sequence starts. It’s very warm and surprisingly comfortable.

We had our mechanical walkthrough at our house on Friday. The wiring and plumbing were mostly done, the siding and shingles are on, the windows and outer doors are installed. Good stuff. We’re excited. I want to move in now. They haven’t painted yet. It seems like things are pretty much in order. Our lot extends a little farther than we originally thought it would, and it sounds like the builder has a plan to make the slope in the backyard not quite so steep (apparently he brought in the builders’ vice president to look at it, and they both slid bodily down the slope, which probably helped our case). They’re going to bring in a bunch of eco-blocks (I’d link it but I can’t find anything useful) and terrace it somewhat, making the top level terrace flat and much bigger than it currently is, and then two smaller lower terraces as you go down toward the greenbelt. We took many, many pictures, but I’m not putting them up on here because they’re not particularly exciting. It’s just unfinished house interior.

KrisDi’s parental units came to visit and walk through the house with us. I was too drugged to participate too much. I spent most of my time trying to figure out how to fit food into my mouth and make it smooth and slippery enough that chewing would be unnecessary. Boy have I eaten a lot of soup and yogurt. I like to take my Grape Nuts Flakes and let them sit in the milk until they’re nice and soggy. I had pizza the first day, chopped into such tiny bits that I could just savor and swallow. Good stuff. I’m really looking forward to getting the stitches out (I keep feeling them and thinking they’re food stuck in the back of my mouth) and eventually actually chewing food again. I’m so glad the swelling went down.

Nov 072007
 

Some of you may or may not know that I’m finally getting my wisdom teeth removed. As I understand it, tomorrow morning (Thursday) at 6:45, I go to this guy who calls himself an “oral surgeon”, who will stick a needle in me to knock me out at 7:00, smash my wisdom teeth with a well-aimed brick, and boot me out the door by 8:00. We’ll see how that goes.

KrisDi’s parents are coming in to town the same day, because everyone likes to watch me suffer. Also because it’s “mechanical walkthrough” time at the house. They’re supposed to be done with plumbing and wiring and whatnot, and they want to show off.

In other news, Curling! I want to go to the Open House on November 17th! Who’s with me, those of you in the general vicinity of Seattle?

Nov 042007
 

Well, I have some pictures for you today, which will be linked below as I discuss the contents. For one thing, I forgot to mention last time that we had a little trip to the Fremont Oktoberfest. There were, of course, many tasty brews, which we got to sample in tiny, tiny little mugs. Check out some of the pictures. Afterward, we went out to Feierabend, where I got involved in a bar fight. Two guys at another table, apparently co-workers, were out together, even though they appeared to have little in common (one was preppy looking, the other bedecked in metal piercings and tattoos). Prep was apparently making disparaging remarks about Punk’s girlfriend, which resulted in a fistfight, and the two of them rolled out the door. Then our waitress (who probably weighed about 120 lbs) went out to try and break them up, and she just kept getting knocked on her ass. I went out (stupidly) to try and help, grabbed one guy and pulled while a cook grabbed the other guy a pulled. Cook gave up quickly, and I was left hugging a stranger who was still quite actively fighting the other guy. E-Dubs recommended I go inside, so I did, where I discovered I was covered in a stranger’s blood. I went to wash up, and shortly after I got back, the cops showed up, so I’m glad I wasn’t still out in the fight. So that was that.

We went to a couple meetings with the house builder people to pick things like colors, doors, windows, carpets, flooring, etc. These people all suck. I don’t like them and they suck at their jobs. I don’t really feel like bitching about them in great detail. The worst part of it was that it took KrisDi two hours to drive the 20 miles to one of these meetings, and then she backed into a retaining wall and made a big scratch on her bumper. But, here’s a bunch more pictures of our house in the building process.

John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers came to Jazz Alley, where KrisDi, E-Dubs and I went to see them. It was fun, it was a good show, and the guitarist (Buddy Whittington) was amazingly nimble with his sausage-fingers. Sometime recently we also saw Nels Cline Singers and the Scott Amendola Band at the Triple Door. It was weirder than the type of music I normally listen to (avant garde), but I enjoyed some of it.

Halloween has come and gone, and we didn’t do anything special besides make jack o’ lanterns. Of course, I spent a ridiculous amount of time on mine (at least on the second try). I modeled mine after the Stone Arrogant Bastard Ale label this year. The first attempt was a complete failure, but I had enough room on my pumpkin to try it a second time, which worked much better.

We had some visitors recently: Weesh showed up, and we took her around a little bit. We spent most of our time eating desserts. Jerry came up for work and stopped by the night he arrived and stayed with us the night before he flew out. We didn’t do a great deal besides go out to eat with him and talk about houses, since he just bought one down in California. Most recently we had Chris come up for work and visit us a couple times (once with Art’s girlfriend Sharona). That was fun. Again, we didn’t do much — we took them to see our house, we took them downtown to Pike’s Place, where we ate piroshkies.

Mom got a visit from us. Isn’t she lucky? We went to see the Cody Rivers Show, which was fast paced and occasionally very funny. Some of their bits were very impressive. They had one skit where they were saying all the words in each of their lines in alphabetical order instead of in speaking order, which was terrible to hear, but pretty cool.

Oh, and the Phoenix recommended XKCD to me, and I recommend it to you, as it is now on my daily comics list.

One last thing: I think I’ve had these pictures from Japan up on the website for a couple years, without ever linking to them. So, if you’re interested, check them out. Let me know if you’ve seen them before, because I’m not sure I never linked them, but I couldn’t find them quickly.

———- Books and movies and whatnot ———-

I finally finished the Dark Tower series by Stephen King (Wolves of the Calla, Song of Susannah, The Dark Tower). I have to admit, I started to consider it a chore. I’m glad it’s over. Stephen King writing himself in as a character was just too annoying. I liked the first three. I’d stop there.

Wasp by Eric Frank Russell. A co-worker in his sixties recommended it to me, and I read it on breaks at work. The idea is that a single wasp in a car can kill some humans and destroy a vehicle just by buzzing around and creating a disproportionate panic, why can’t a single human do the same to a whole planet? So, the government recruits likelies, trains them, and drops them off on other planets, where they terrorize the population and cause disproportionate panic, making them more susceptible to attack. It was pretty neat, but nothing too special.

Planet Terror. In KrisDi’s description to her little brother, I think she said something along the lines of, “You might be interested in the first few minutes when Rose McGowan is shimmying about as a go-go dancer.” I was not terribly impressed.

Gone with the Wind. This is the first time I’ve ever seen it. I thought it was pretty good, which surprised me quite a bit. Boy is Scarlett a cold-hearted bitch, though. I liked Mammy.

Barton Fink. Another Coen brothers flick that shares much of its cast with The Big Lebowski. Boy, this was a weird movie, with little to no explanation or resolution. Just a bunch of weird, confusing stuff, with some hilarity thrown in for good measure. Not my favorite Coen brothers exploit, but orders of magnitude better than Planet Terror.