The Halloweenie party that was scheduled for the 28th got moved to next weekend, so I get an extra week to tune/tweak/procrastinate about my costume.
They installed the counter-top and I have running water in my kitchen! I of course need to call the electricians because some of the work they did doesn't appear to be... well... working (why do these plugs over the counter not give juice to the blender?) I posted some pics up of it at 80% done or so. I couldn't wait! and wanted to show it off a bit.
Sometime around Thursday I let out a Cameron Frye caliber scream. (nooooooo! camera cut to above my block noooooooo! cut to above the greater Boston area nooooooo! camera cut to the eastern seaboard nooooooooo! and final cut to the earth in space nooooooooooooo! I'm sure you all heard that particular anguished cry of irony. Maybe you looked up and said to yourself, 'was that bb? I hope he's ok?!'
The recap: the aforementioned peace corps volunteer who I danced with and (many a lady here grrrrrrrrred a the cattiness of other women) had said "you're awesome, but I have a boyfriend, but I have some single friends I want to introduce you to..."
The set up: So I plugged her phone number into my phone. (Be a good bb, and don't think about this for at least a week...)
The deadline: Well it is Thursday, so let's give this girl a call, leave a message, maybe she'll call me back and introduce me to friends. (How can this be a bad plan?!)
The Cameron Fry Scream Moment: There were only 6 numbers plus the area code! I didn't punch in the whole number! Oh cruel cruel world!
Maybe if I'm lucky it was the last digit that got missed, and I can go through dialing 10 strangers numbers and apologizing for getting the wrong number along the way.
Or maybe I'll bump into her again and we'll all have a good laugh about the dangers of putting numbers into your phone when you're tipsy and it is dark.
Win some. Lose some.
Instead of the Costume party, someone hosted scary movie night, where we watched Slither (staring Nathan Fillion, aka captain tight pants) which had moments of sheer genius in the writing interspersed with too much plot and not enough slugs. We than watched Sean of the Dead, which does not diminish with multiple viewings. As a matter of fact, it improves, as you are able to see the brilliant foreshadowing in some of the writing. Between the scene where they beat zombies up to the beat of a Queen song, and the "ok here's the plan" cuts with our protagonist holding a cup up at the end of each plan which says something like "I'm a genius" or "cool guy plan" on it, there was a ton of fun and laughter. I also ate so much crap it wasn't even funny. Caramel apples. Mulled wine. twix bars. more junk food. more candy. more mulled wine. Twix, (Halloween really is about stuffing your face with sugar though isn't it?)
"I don't think I have it in me to shoot me flatmate, me mum, me girlfriend and myself all in the same evening"
The flooring dude came and I should get an estimate in about 2-3 business days, where I'll learn just how expensive it will be for me to be lazy and let some one else do the hard work of ripping up my carpet and laying down the click-lock pieces of the new floor.
The cable dude is coming, yes it is true, I broke down and am installing the devil, after a year without. (the things you'll do when a girl says, 'you have a TV? can we watch football on it?')
Sometime next week a good friend from out of town is coming to visit and will be staying at my place for a bit. He recently got his PhD, is getting married, just moved into a lovely new house, and is an expectant father. I'll try not to garrote him in his sleep with my overabundunt green with envy jealousy.
Jealousy has been an interesting and prevelant theme in my comments recently. Usually written as:
(and I am green I tell you GREEN with envy)
Saveme keeps eating pancakes in the morning and has cool pink hair.
be_elzebe got a new hat
_sock_ is on a level of insanity that I cannot even aspire to reach.
kaffeine has a claw foot bathtub in her living room! (this one is the cake!) A CLAW.FOOT.BATHTUB!
They installed the counter-top and I have running water in my kitchen! I of course need to call the electricians because some of the work they did doesn't appear to be... well... working (why do these plugs over the counter not give juice to the blender?) I posted some pics up of it at 80% done or so. I couldn't wait! and wanted to show it off a bit.
Sometime around Thursday I let out a Cameron Frye caliber scream. (nooooooo! camera cut to above my block noooooooo! cut to above the greater Boston area nooooooo! camera cut to the eastern seaboard nooooooooo! and final cut to the earth in space nooooooooooooo! I'm sure you all heard that particular anguished cry of irony. Maybe you looked up and said to yourself, 'was that bb? I hope he's ok?!'
The recap: the aforementioned peace corps volunteer who I danced with and (many a lady here grrrrrrrrred a the cattiness of other women) had said "you're awesome, but I have a boyfriend, but I have some single friends I want to introduce you to..."
The set up: So I plugged her phone number into my phone. (Be a good bb, and don't think about this for at least a week...)
The deadline: Well it is Thursday, so let's give this girl a call, leave a message, maybe she'll call me back and introduce me to friends. (How can this be a bad plan?!)
The Cameron Fry Scream Moment: There were only 6 numbers plus the area code! I didn't punch in the whole number! Oh cruel cruel world!
Maybe if I'm lucky it was the last digit that got missed, and I can go through dialing 10 strangers numbers and apologizing for getting the wrong number along the way.
Or maybe I'll bump into her again and we'll all have a good laugh about the dangers of putting numbers into your phone when you're tipsy and it is dark.
Win some. Lose some.
Instead of the Costume party, someone hosted scary movie night, where we watched Slither (staring Nathan Fillion, aka captain tight pants) which had moments of sheer genius in the writing interspersed with too much plot and not enough slugs. We than watched Sean of the Dead, which does not diminish with multiple viewings. As a matter of fact, it improves, as you are able to see the brilliant foreshadowing in some of the writing. Between the scene where they beat zombies up to the beat of a Queen song, and the "ok here's the plan" cuts with our protagonist holding a cup up at the end of each plan which says something like "I'm a genius" or "cool guy plan" on it, there was a ton of fun and laughter. I also ate so much crap it wasn't even funny. Caramel apples. Mulled wine. twix bars. more junk food. more candy. more mulled wine. Twix, (Halloween really is about stuffing your face with sugar though isn't it?)
"I don't think I have it in me to shoot me flatmate, me mum, me girlfriend and myself all in the same evening"
The flooring dude came and I should get an estimate in about 2-3 business days, where I'll learn just how expensive it will be for me to be lazy and let some one else do the hard work of ripping up my carpet and laying down the click-lock pieces of the new floor.
The cable dude is coming, yes it is true, I broke down and am installing the devil, after a year without. (the things you'll do when a girl says, 'you have a TV? can we watch football on it?')
Sometime next week a good friend from out of town is coming to visit and will be staying at my place for a bit. He recently got his PhD, is getting married, just moved into a lovely new house, and is an expectant father. I'll try not to garrote him in his sleep with my overabundunt green with envy jealousy.
Jealousy has been an interesting and prevelant theme in my comments recently. Usually written as:
(and I am green I tell you GREEN with envy)
Saveme keeps eating pancakes in the morning and has cool pink hair.
be_elzebe got a new hat
_sock_ is on a level of insanity that I cannot even aspire to reach.
kaffeine has a claw foot bathtub in her living room! (this one is the cake!) A CLAW.FOOT.BATHTUB!
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I love captain tight pants. ::Swoons:: Isn't Jenna Ficher (The Office) in that as well? I haven't seen it yet. I don't do slugs well. Yuck.
Shaun of the Dead is my absolute favorite movie. So good. And you're right, it only gets better. I like when they plan out their day in drinks and then it actually happens. Like he says they will start off with a "bloody mary" and then what happens? They bludgeon Mary the zombie to death. Hence, Bloody Mary. Bloody brilliant is what it is!
Sounds like you have alot going on.
I would be dialing trying to find the missing digit. Do you thionk she left it off on purpose or did something happen that the last number is missing? Hmmm Well in anycase I hope you find the missing digit and boomshekaboomboom with her friends.
Shawn of the dead was on the othr day here. I havent seen it since it first came out its one of those few movies you can watch over again and still find it funny as hell. Love it. Dunno if you like bad mess with your head horror movies but if you havent seen it check out Strangeland. I couldnt pee without turning the light on for weeks cause it messed with my head so much.
Anyways dont forget your obsene gesture test. if you fail this one you have to sew up all the holes in my sock friends. Be afraid be very afraid.