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.