I’m grumpy today and I have nothing to write about.
I know. You’re shocked.
You Weet? You always have something to blather on about for pages and pages. How very unlike you.
Yeah. Whatever. I was going to write about Mariah Carey’s insanity but Unclebob did a much better job of it. And I hate her. But I would like to add this: I’m just waiting for the Mariah Carey video that is just her in a naked porno situation, singing her weird dolphin-noise screeches.
Also, I think Julia Robert’s hair right now is atrocious. I know that she doesn’t like it all big and curly, ala Pretty Woman, but it really flatters her’ sort of evens out her weird long nose/face thing and her jumongous mouth.
I was thinking last night that I’d write about my jellyfish misadventure in Key West, but I just don’t feel like it. Too grumpy. Maybe another time.
Esteban is in Milwaukee at GenCon, which is a huge gathering of the geekiest people in the land. He feels it’s a big waste of his time now and doesn’t know why he bothered coming down for the four day convention. I’m driving down tomorrow with Kim V and her husband. Personally, I just wanted to spend the weekend in Milwaukee as I can only summon up enough coolness for about a three-hour period at GenCon. After that, I start to shake and desire a pocket protector and a Gene Roddenberry commemorative plate set from the Franklin Mint. I asked Esteban what he wanted to do in the afternoon, after I lost interest in the convention. That seemed a reasonable question: after all, he’s been at this thing for three days and there’s not all that much to actually see. How many tables of 8-sided die can you see before you get a bit bored? Not many, I’d think. I just want to scope out the Buffy merchandise, actually. Also, the last time I went, five years ago, I got a key ring with a test tube filled with blue liquid and a little plastic alien fetus. That was groovy. Anyway, after I mentioned the plan for tooling around Milwaukee after we got bored, Esteban became self-righteous.
‘We’re not going to ‘tool around Milwaukee’. You’re coming here for the convention, so you’re going to spend the day at the convention!’
I love him dearly, but his weird sense of propriety is very annoying sometimes. Another weird thing: he feels that I have too many CDs in my car. I’m very lazy and never put the CDs back in the jewel boxes, so I leave them stacked up in my CD holder in the console. This bothers Esteban. He grumps at me that I should be putting them back correctly. Never mind the fact that most of the CDs are burns, so I don’t even HAVE the jewel boxes for them. Never mind the fact that it takes TWO HANDS to open a jewel box and last time I checked, I needed at least one hand to drive. I mentioned that I wanted one of those things that you slide the bare CDs into that sits on the visor. He doesn’t want a little pressure mark in the visor where the thing would clip on. I pointed out that the garage door opener was clipped on the very same visor and he retorted that THAT mark did not exactly please him either. It basically ticks him off because I JUST SHOULD NOT HAVE SO MANY CDs IN THE CAR, DAMMIT and the CDs I do have should be PROPERLY PROTECTED!!! Then he reiterated that someone was going to break into the car to steal my many mixed CDs. While I’ll admit that I do compile some rocking mixes, I doubt that anyone would commit grand larceny to get them, although with the demise of Napster, possibly the likelihood has increased somewhat. Basically the whole thing comes down to the fact that he objects to my randomness.
He’s so anal sometimes. It’s ridiculous.
I guess I did have something to write about. Go me.
Wow, people are starting Diaryland diaries all over the place! If you have a few moments today, don’t miss a brand spanking new one from Crawdad. Oh, and his guestbook is ACHING to be signed.
Have you read these?
I don’t even have the excuse of caffeine withdrawl.
Remote? I’d hate to see it with a cord!
Yea, though I walk through the valley of sleepiness, I feel no grogginess. My Diet Coke comforts me.
Do they make caffeinated air???
How ’bout if I just cut back on onions, olives and liver instead?
Prithee, fine squire, shut the hell up?
Sort of like “A Star is Born”, but with Dirk Diggler
