Activity Review: Cabin camping with the sometimes-commentors

I don't know why anyone would care, but since it's been requested I'll oblige with a silly post about a silly trip.

So, the whole gang (for the most part) was there. This made the trip just as awful as you'd think it would.

My ideal vacation crew would look like this:



Notice the lack of commenters. Doesn't it seem glorious?

But as far as the trip itself was concerned, my review is short and painful (unlike the trip which was long and painful).

The low point was when Moronica arrived. The high point was leaving, obviously.



Whatever. I've lost interest.

Fine. Fuck it. I'll do it.

Shelley Pomeroy's End of the Year Party is actually happening. I'm not sure what's more impressive: That we did something we said we were going to, or that we all think we can be in a small mountain cabin for three days and not hate each other by the end of it. Excuse me, I mean hate each other more.

If I were betting, I'd say the odds are good that someone is trapped in a refrigerator that's on fire before Memorial Day. And if pressed, I'd name Moronica as the favorite to be enjoying an up-close view of the crisper drawer.

In real life, the blog's writers and posters act just like they do online. So you can imagine the potential for anti-awesomeness this trip possesses. It's not a vacation, it's a prison sentence.

On the other hand, Moronica is threatening to bring ungodly amounts of alcohol, and my favorite friend Doogie will be there.

More to come, I'm sure, after I serve my time. I'd write more, but the labels say it all...

I'd rather be babysitting a six-pack

I have a baseless and longstanding prejudice against Arizona. Actually going there has done nothing to mitigate that. It's not a bad place. I'm just not into it.

So far on this little adventure, I've trained Donkey to come when I whistle. But this baby won't do anything I tell her to no matter how long and loud I blow my whistle

Monday morning Deadwood discussion (blurry NSFW photo included)

I've been watching a lot of Deadwood lately. We've been Netflix-ing it though, and we only get one disc at a time, and each one only has two episodes, so we're not really getting it much faster than it was broadcast originally. (I've only seen 4 episodes.) But I guess I'll be patient because it's really fucking good.

So, when does Veronica Mars show up? Because I hear she's in an episode. Does she catch the rapist? Does Logan show up and beat up E.B. Farnum just for being a slimy fuck?

I tried to find photos on the interwebs and all i came up with is this:


And this:


Has nothing to do with Deadwood and almost certainly isn't Kristen Bell. But it is totally "seksi!"

I'm back.

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I took a week off of work and the blahg and anything else that involves the use of a cellular phone or the internet in order to spend time with my grandma. She's old but spry and I figured if I'm going to spend time with her it would be really stupid not to do it now. Plus, I've been meaning to visit her for years (years!) and have never gotten around to it. So although the avoidance of guilt probably shouldn't be a good enough reason to take a one week trip to a one-horse town I went ahead and did it anyway.

There were some highlights (Kansas wheat in the spring is so lush you want to get out of the car and roll around in it. It's like a huge green lawn as far as you can see. And a cup of coffee is $.29!) and some really fucking awful moments (visiting my "uncle" Nick at the nursing home during entertainment hour and listening to the organist play hymns. Because I know it's different for people who grew up in a church, but to an atheist "Amazing Grace" and "How Great Thou Art" are funeral dirges and it's fucking depressing to watch a room full of people at the end of their lives humming along to them.)

Here was the part I really enjoyed, considering I grew up in a series of small towns beginning with this one and have spent almost a decade trying to distance myself, literally and figuratively, from them: Within 20 minutes of arriving, a kid comes up to me and says,

"You're not from around here, are you."

A phone call with my mother

So I talked to my mother on the phone last nite. She tried to convince me that I'm a grown man. I disagreed.

Obviously I won the argument.

In other news, I completed all my homeworks, and on time even. It's sort of a christmas miracle.

And I'm finally getting some use out of my old law school textbooks.




In other news, it's been a slow week (year?) for the blog; I'd complain, but you know, sounds like too much work to even do that.