This weekend brings the rawk. Friday = Lacuna Coil, Chimaira, Killswitch Engage, Disturbed, plus however many pissant bands they have on the second stage. Monday = Lacuna Coil, Chimaira, Killswitch Engage. I should be well black and blue by Tuesday. Joy.
Tempted to do something stupid with the guitars. But then again, what do I do with them that isn't stupid?
Kitty1 appears to be operating nominally, according to the latest series of tests. Not perfect, but better than expected. This is good news for the foreseeable future. Lots of extra work involved in maintenance, but if she's healthy, it's all good.
I actually wasted five minutes this morning wondering about the string of newb accounts that are all a little too cartoon character to be real. Then I realized, meh, it really doesn't matter.
Had a weird, WEIRD series of dreams last night. I mean br00talz on the scale of weirdness. Just...bizarre. The worst of which involved some weird mix of videogame, movie, reality and fantasy in some oddball tantalizing, yet still completely stupid, series of events. Seriously, left me wondering what the hell.
Yet, I somehow hope I have that particular dream again because it didn't turn out all that bad for me.
Watched a couple movies this weekend.
The Reader was the most pretentious and self-congratulatory piece of crap I've seen in quite some time. When Mrs. NFB started crying over the ending I couldn't help but roll my eyes in disgust. This movie spent so much time saying, "look how intellectual and awesome I am" that it was really hard to connect with anybody on any level beyond, "huh, I'll bet those would be interesting characters in a good story." Not even Kate Winslet's usual penchant for constant nudity could overcome this plot. Fail.
Hellraiser VI: Hellseeker = so close. There was a deleted scene on the disc that, had it been included in the movie, would have taken it from where it was to a status more befitting a Hellraiser movie. As it was, it was plenty better than the previous entry into the series. At least this one TRIED to be a Hellraiser movie. But they cut the most important part of continuity in the entire movie, that tied intimately with the first two movies. Kristy is still teh hawtness though, so that's pretty cool. Her husband was a dirtbag. In a lot of ways this was like watching Hellraiser V with some attempt to make it an ACTUAL Hellraiser movie. The variety of boobages makes up for the cut scene. Quasi-win.
We made awesome donuts this weekend. Fried, sugar-cinnamon covering. AWESOME.
I discovered that I actually CAN have too much sugar in one sitting. Who would have thought?
Still have yet to make my tortilla chip things since we got the frier. Maybe this week while I have time off? Maybe.
(This space left blank for people to inform me how bad fried foods are for me, because, obviously, I couldn't have ever heard that before.)
Yeah, enough. Outz.
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