MONDAY HANGOVER: "Tell me about... Ohio."

Good morning friends, and welcome back to my lovely little corner of the Googleverse, I hope you all had excellent, restful weekends.

With the exception of an utterly humiliating defeat to the Most Hated Team in Sports™, this weekend worked out pretty well. I spent most of it at my parents’ house, chillin’ out, maxin’ and relaxin’ all cool--- though I refrained from shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. It was me, Penny, and HBO OnDemand, which really can’t be beaten. Isn’t it sad that though I OWN X2, I’m far more likely to watch it if it’s OnDemand, and I don’t have to, you know, stand up and put it in the DVD player?

I watched two other movies Saturday night, “Underworld” and “Hellboy.” I’ve wanted to see both for quite some time, because they’re both comic-booky geekfests, which, as we know, is just my cup of tea. Unfortunately, Underworld was a convoluted, boring, uninspired mess that left me bewildered, yet bored at the same time. Hellboy, however, was extremely entertaining and well done, though the plot was sort of all over the place. My Mom loved it though, which is saying an awful lot. I would certainly recommend it if you want a sort of high-octane monster romp with some good characters and quips. And the one villan, Kroegen the Nazi assassin, was pretty damn cool/menacing. A Three-Star Affair.

Last night, after the Game That Never Happened™, I headed home and watched The Patriot, partly because it’s awesome, and partly because Ron and I can’t stop quoting Col. Tavington while we sit through History of American Law class and learn about the Revolution. “YOU! So you’re the ghost are you?!? I remember you! That farm, that stupid little boy… tell me, did he die? Hmm?” After that, I was going to watch “Big Fish,” but couldn’t get anyone to come over and watch it with me, so I just checked out some of the extras. I was positively flabberghasted to see that the writer of the original book based Edward Bloom’s hometown on a little place culled Cullman, AL. They even showed shots of the town. WHY is this weird, you ask? Well, simply because Claire Classic was from Cullman, AL, and though I have heard extensively about the area, have never seen the town. Just an interesting, random moment for me, that I felt like sharing.

Hitting the proverbial rewind button for a moment, let’s head back to Friday afternoon, and Ivan the Terrible. Who knew that a city with three rivers could be so easily turned upside down by 10 inches of rain? Of course, it was the one day all fall that I actually had to drive into work (because I had to drop Carmen San Diego off at the airport—if anyone knows the current whereabouts of Kurt Lucin or Adam Kupchella, please let me know.) and the entire city floods. Luckily, my boss told us all to leave at 3:30, and even more luckily, the only direction out of the city not flooded to hell or mudsliding away was east. The tunnel DID have, like, a 19 car pileup inside of it, but MOST luckily, I know about a dozen ways around it, so it only took me 1:40 to get home. It could have been worse. (And for many people, it was. (See Oliver, Jeanette, and SomethingItalian, Justine, who were caught somewhere north of the city for the better part of four hours or so, driving around looking for open roads to get back to the 'Burgh)).

And finally, the most interesting part of the weekend was the two drunk-dialed phone messages I received sometime Saturday night. Until I get security clearance to write a little bit more about them, let’s just say they involved a bachelorette party, and a bunch of women I’ve never met CHANTING… my name…. as though I was the Rock-incarnate.

Alright, that should tide you kids over for a while. Anyone have any poll ideas for tomorrow?

Chime in and let me know how you’re all doing. The trusty Sitemeter has new people popping up all the time. Feel free to sign in and say hello—ESPECIALLY whomever’s rolling in over Cox.net. Also, who left that comment about the Detroit Lions? Anyone… oh, excuse me, the (2-0) Detroit Lions. (Like that’ll last.)

Hmm, that was long. Oh well, it’s Monday, I need to do SOMETHING to get rolling.

My sons were better men,
-apk