I got up at 9:00 this morning and did my usual e-mail routines, and wrote another review for the Big Suck Loser and submitted it so that we actually have some new content over there. I left the wife to do her own interweb things and decided to make some breakfast, or more accurately, brunch if it's that late in the day. The wife and I ate and watched a couple re-runs off the TiVo, still trying to get caught up on that sort of thing after all our random time spent out of town this month.
Once we'd eaten, the wife decided to run to the grocery store for the short list of items we've been jotting down as the week wears on, so I started a load of laundry and then sat down to get started on the next two projects I picked up yesterday.
I listened to back to back episodes of the Stomp Tokyo Podcast, which is coming out as infrequently as ever, and then started in on the latest episode of Night Of The Living Podcast. I wasn't able to finish the NOTLP though, as it was a marathon length 2 hour episode and my eyes were starting to bother me from prepping the projects.
I went into the bedroom and laid down with the wife and Yorkie in the late afternoon, watched last week's episode of Fear Itself off the DVR. It was pretty decent, an episode directed by Mary Harron of American Psycho fame that starred Superman himself, Brandon Routh in a story that seemed to be equal parts Stepford Wives and The Wicker Man as the new couple in a seemingly perfect neighborhood slowly realize there's something sinister afoot.
The wife went to pick up some dinner afterwards and then we chilled out with dinner and watched two weeks' worth of Ghost Hunters International, which was filled with Irish castles and haunted houses in Wales; interesting stuff.
I made plans to take Robbb to the airport tomorrow morning, so I'll be up earlier than usual, but I suppose I'll live. He related to me a story of his asking a guy out for a drink, but then being ambushed by a drunken ex-co-worker and her best friend while waiting for his guy to arrive and not being able to shake her off. She insisted on him joining them for a drink while he waited, and then proceeded to shanghai his whole night so that a possible 'getting to know you' drink turned into a bunch of random people boozing it up well past midnight. I know when a guy (intentionally or not) screws up another guys chances with a woman, it's called cock-blocking, but is a woman fucking up a dude's chances to hook up with another guy called cunt-blocking?
I'm out, I have to be up early tomorrow.
Be seeing you.
Once we'd eaten, the wife decided to run to the grocery store for the short list of items we've been jotting down as the week wears on, so I started a load of laundry and then sat down to get started on the next two projects I picked up yesterday.
I listened to back to back episodes of the Stomp Tokyo Podcast, which is coming out as infrequently as ever, and then started in on the latest episode of Night Of The Living Podcast. I wasn't able to finish the NOTLP though, as it was a marathon length 2 hour episode and my eyes were starting to bother me from prepping the projects.
I went into the bedroom and laid down with the wife and Yorkie in the late afternoon, watched last week's episode of Fear Itself off the DVR. It was pretty decent, an episode directed by Mary Harron of American Psycho fame that starred Superman himself, Brandon Routh in a story that seemed to be equal parts Stepford Wives and The Wicker Man as the new couple in a seemingly perfect neighborhood slowly realize there's something sinister afoot.
The wife went to pick up some dinner afterwards and then we chilled out with dinner and watched two weeks' worth of Ghost Hunters International, which was filled with Irish castles and haunted houses in Wales; interesting stuff.
I made plans to take Robbb to the airport tomorrow morning, so I'll be up earlier than usual, but I suppose I'll live. He related to me a story of his asking a guy out for a drink, but then being ambushed by a drunken ex-co-worker and her best friend while waiting for his guy to arrive and not being able to shake her off. She insisted on him joining them for a drink while he waited, and then proceeded to shanghai his whole night so that a possible 'getting to know you' drink turned into a bunch of random people boozing it up well past midnight. I know when a guy (intentionally or not) screws up another guys chances with a woman, it's called cock-blocking, but is a woman fucking up a dude's chances to hook up with another guy called cunt-blocking?
I'm out, I have to be up early tomorrow.
Be seeing you.