canada is still cold.
we saw most of the family this weekend. his uncle who had a colostomy appears to be amazingly cancer-free. i received four badly-written regency romance novels that are disappointingly bereft of any sex at all from a maiden aunt who works for harlequin. i believe they're destined for the library's book-for-a-dime sale.
saturday we ate too much but avoided the veal marsala and the squid casserole. also sunday we ate too much. there is a container of singapore noodles in my fridge. mmm...
we also played pool with two of his uncles while various other wives and daughters-in-law watched and professed ignorance of the game. eventually they went to watch the matrix which was playing in the background (2 or 3, i'm not sure...it was the one with the guys in white who disappear a lot).
saturday night we went clubbing. goa trance has come a hell of a long way from its origins. it now has a house beat, and the standard build-break-build-break-build-mix structure of other trance. so it felt kind of like hard trancy house with the 303s. but it was a lot of fun, all the same.
the ipod was pressed into service to offer techno, prog rock, lewis black, and jeff foxworthy. i'm much less impressed than he is by audio-only standup comedy. it's just not as funny without the visuals.
we've also determined that we ought to drive across the country sometime before we're too old to enjoy it. watch this space for the soapbox across america. don't hold your breath, though ;)
sigh. back to the drudgery today. at least we didn't lose an hour of sleep sunday night. we get to put that off until next week.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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that sounds tremendously cool. but, but, veal masala? wtf?? i'm not even going to /ask/ about the squid casserole, and ordinarily i'm a big fan of things that go squidge when you bite them.
the guys in white who disappear a lot only appear in the second film, as i recall. funnily, i don't remember them dying in that one; but i also don't remember them turning up in the last film. they just ... vanished? ha ha. what are the odds.
remind me never to play any of you at pool, btw. i'm awful.
i guess he found a way to wire the ipod into the golf, then. about the only car servicing i'm capable of was breaking into the blaupunkt cassette player in my van and fitting it with a stereo line-in jack. this means that i could connect a drum machine, were i so minded. but i'm not. woo.
and i'm breathing quite capably, but i want to drive across the country too. perhaps in a different car, though, so my face doesn't get singed, and i can listen to really bad music without having to apologise, and stuff.
you guys have ford escort 55 vans over there, right? i promise not to hotwire the radio.
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