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| | Go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It s excellent. Don t go expecting a remake of the Gene Wilder version. It s very different. Different tone, different mood. But both are very good. Great to see Tim Burton return to his roots... hopefully he s given up on his dilusions of making mainstream films (ie Apes) and has returned permanently to his quirky, creepy niche.
In other news I have a cotton candy maker. Meghan got it for me for my birthday. Sweet sweet cotton candy. The kit comes with a bunch of paper sticks/spools/handles as per traditional cotton candy vessel along with instructions on how to make more... I m thinking we forgo the sticks in favor of our hands... mmmm... cotton candy hands.
Also got some wasabi powder... combine the two and we get wasabi cotton candy... oh yeah. Can t wait to try.
Could be dangerous. Hafta wait and see.
-b | | | Happy Birthday to me! Yay. Look at me, I continue to get old. How morbid and depressing.
That s alright. Been a rollercoaster kind of year, but I think I ve come out ahead in the long run. Can t complain too much about that.
And my inexorable march towards death continues on. At least it s a fun ride. Weeeee!
-bampf | | | Couple of things I forgot to mention in the last post... First is AC. We took an impromptu trip to AC. Five of us went with three AC virgins... Meghan, Josh and Kent (although Kent hardly counts since he s such a Vegas gamblin vet).
Good times were had by all (save maybe Evan who busted in a matter of minutes). Kent and I both ended up ahead by nice amounts and Josh and Meghan finished down a few bucks after feeling the sweet taste of victory on the first craps table we stopped at. They thought they were invincible and that cruel and fickle mistress, Lady Luck, taught em a lesson.
Anyway, Kent has felt the thrill of gambling and has conspired to return just about every night hence... so eventually I ll cave and we ll be heading back. I promised I d take him to the Borgata. Poor lost sod.
Second... does everyone know that Pringles comercial? The one with the mid-twenties blond guy eating traditional chips and the 10 year old girl eating Pringles? That one. Does any one else think there s a disconcerting amount of sexual tension between those two in all those comercials? Creepy.
-b | | | OK, OK, the masses have demanded it and who am I to stand in the way of the masses? So I post.
Lots of crap to report on. I ll just start randomly listing... stream of consciousness and all.
Been spending a ton of time with Meghan, the new girlfriend. That has been working out great despite her being allergic to nearly every animate and inanimate object in my house.
Congrats go out to Ben and Mrs. Dover on the birth of Drew. Soon, very soon, Mr. Dover will have shaped his progeny into another surly little Dover. Just what the world needs!
There was a minor family emergency a couple weeks ago, as my brother (3 years younger than I) suffered a minor heart attack. Especially disturbing considering there s zero history of heart disease in our family. The Drs. think maybe it was a spasm (not a blackage) due to some trauma... my brother deals lots of blunt trauma to himself in oh so Xtreme fashion. Being tazed in the chest by two cops last fall probably didn t help either. Damn pigs. In any case, he s doing good now and gets a month off of work for his efforts.
Sounds like I might be going to Pennsic this summer after all. We ll see. Still not 100% but the constant badgering from The Defiler and the rest of the household is slowly disolving my resolve.
Spent a couple of days in DC last week with Meghan. Lots of fun. Sites, museums, shopping and lots of excellent food. The fun part was we were in the nation s capital as London was having the crap bombed out of it. There were cops crawling all over the place and we couldn t figure out why.
My birthday s less than a week away. So start planning what you re buying me you cheap bastards!
Our second annual trip to Boston for the Beantown Brouhaha was awesome. Scheaf and Josh joined Kent and I this time to add to the boundless joy. What we learned in Boston:
Even on repeat visits the city of Boston is still nigh unnavigable
French Canadians are way cooler than both French and Canadians (we surmised this last year but it was more evident as all three groups were in attendance this year). Although we did hang out with one cool Canuck.
Do not bring up Lord of the Rings or Tom Selleck/Magnum PI when talking with chicks in a bar (the former is no surprise... the latter a bit).
The most sage-like advice ever can be found on the bathroom walls in a rest stop in CT:
Anyone can piss on the floor
Be a hero
Shit on the ceiling
I am a painting god. As I won my fourth major Best Painted Award with three different teams (although Kent was probably robbed... his Skaven were really nice)
One can never have enough Mongolian BBQ.
Big ass cookies can nearly kill Kent.
Well enough of that silliness. Anyway. I should wrap this up. I ll try not to let the blog slip so badly in the near future.
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