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Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.

 

Monday, May 08, 2006

Still Coming Down

So, after the Meetup last weekend, there was nowhere to go but down. No matter how much money I won at poker, how many times I beat the computer (Advanced setting) at Scrabble, or how many Australian-Outback snuff films I watched, this weekend was fated to be a letdown. But, in summary, I nearly doubled my money (coughcoughtendollars) playing poker, used my laptop for its current sole purpose (playing Scrabble), and watched Wolf Creek with some friends.

But things are starting to look up, methinks. This coming weekend, we’re off to the beach* for my office’s annual retreat.

. . .

Actually, that’s about it.

Okay, kidding. At lunch today, I went home to watch the end Big Love, which I DVR’d last night. There was a little time between the end of the previews for next week and the end of the recorded time, so I fast-forwarded until I struck gold. That’s right, a teaser for the new season of Deadwood, which starts next month. Seriously, my heart skipped a beat.

In other this-is-bound-to-get-me-excommunicated-from-the-Internets news, I went there.

Oh, AND also on the “creative writing” front, I submitted my first list to McSweeney’s a few weeks ago and recently received the inevitable rejection. So here’s the list:

Reasons My Friends and Coworkers Have Given for Not Coming to See My Band Play

I fell asleep.
I had to work late.
I had to get up early.
I’ll be out of town. I mean I WAS out of town.
I drank too much. And then fell asleep.
You’re depressing. Sorry.
We had a show someplace else that night. Your wife said we were pretty tight, too.
You’re in a band?
We went to another show. Hope you didn’t put us on the guest list.
I don’t really like your band.

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* I hate the beach.

shaken and poured by Scott-san on 05/08 at 03:01 PM
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Listening

There's no "I" in threesome.

Viewing

I can't remember whether I've seen anything new since my birthday. Oh, right, that one.

Reading

I was hoping for a little more detail in the accounts of mauling-by-zombie. But the anecdotes were disturbing, nonetheless..

Drinking

I don't have a solid grasp on which exact cheap beers I had at the ATL watering holes.