The Loving Sounds Of Static

Yes­ter­day…

Woke up — yeah, even in per­son I didn’t that great of job of keep­ing Peggy up and study­ing ops: — and took Peggy to cam­pus early. Stopped to get some gas, and then went home and passed out for a bit.

Woke up again and went online. Wrote a post and saw that Peggy was back from her midterm, so I talked to her for a bit. We had to cover some hous­ing issues. Joe M wanted to go get lunch, so we invited Drew so we could talk about hous­ing with him, too. Oh, and Minh T was there on his lunch break. But we took so long, he had to box up his food and go as soon as it came out.

Back home, put up my ran­dom lunch post and talked online some more. Will N watched some more GTO, but I swear he’s seen every episode already, so he’s just ran­domly play­ing his favorites. Couldn’t take it for very long because I don’t like re-​watching or re-​reading stuff until it’s been long enough that I’ve for­got­ten most of it, and Will N’s had it on repeat the last cou­ple of days.

Read some more of the Bat­man — No Man’s Land nov­el­iza­tion that I started re-​reading last night at Peggy’s. It’s an inter­est­ing per­spec­tive… you see stuff that wasn’t really in the comic books. Bummed online and kept check­ing if some­one updated their Xanga or some­thing, but no one did. Checked for new episodes of animé or chap­ters of manga, but noth­ing on that front, either. One of my three usual web­comics was updated. That enter­tained me for a bit. Went through every blog I have book­marked. Joz is so inter­est­ing. I don’t know why I don’t check her more often.

Talked to Mommy Van about Psych classes I’ll be tak­ing in the Fall. She’s quote!

What a great mom, always set­ting the bar just a lit­tle bit higher, push­ing her kids to do bet­ter than she did. Now I’m gonna have to get so drunk I black out before I type my report.

After that, I took a shower and went down and made myself din­ner and watched some TV. More of the AMC Bond marathon. Last night’s Bond du jour was Live And Let Die. It was alright, but I think Roger Moore is prob­a­bly the worst Bond, action sequence-​wise. Oh, and of course, the big gripe I have about that movie is that Soli­taire is sup­posed to be black, but that was too con­tro­ver­sial, so they had a white actress play her in the film.

Got a call from Peggy around when the movie was over. She had fin­ished up her shirts, so I told her to come over and hang out. Jackie came, too, and the three of us watched Ring 2. It was pretty lame. Stu­pid Amer­i­cans can’t do any­thing right. Peggy passed out, and Jackie and I watched Mada­gas­car because she hadn’t seen it before, and that way, she wouldn’t be think­ing about Ring when she went to sleep.

Jackie went home after that, and I joined Peggy in the pass­ing out.

Oh, since I couldn’t back up my old site’s data­base before it imploded, my Ring sto­ries are lost, but I’ll prob­a­bly write a post soon cov­er­ing the weird shit that hap­pened when I watched the video.

Tags: America, Batman, Books, Comic Books, Food, Joe M, Joz, Minh T, Stories, Will N, Xanga