Documenting the constant struggle of soul transformation
I’m so tired. I’m not sure if it’s because of the heat, because it’s late, because I went to the gym, or what but man do I not want to be blogging right now.
I suppose I should post something… something.
so like, middle of season 6 of Lost. stuff is happening and I don’t really care what is going on but I just want it to be over. OVER I TELL YOU
O k
time to sleep
Add this to the list of great ideas and Jewlie and I have.
Last night we went to Crazy 4 Cult, which is an annual group art show created by Kevin Smith. The theme of the show is cult movies and culture and with the content being what it is, throw in a comic book store right next door, the crowd is usually of the geeky variety, which is good for Jewlie and me.
So Jewlie and I were talking about being each others’ wingmen, or wingpersons if you will. Except that we then realized we had no idea what a wingman actually does. We tried to look it up but the Wikipedia entry needs some work. (Update: The actual Wiki entry for a flight wingman is much more informative.)
Then a genius idea, we should write a book, no a blog, a nerd’s guide to dating. What is a wingman? What are appropriate topics for first date conversation? What happens when nerds date nerds and what happens when nerds date non-nerdy types?
Of course, just like any other idea I have, I thought, wait has this been done before? Probably, Wasn’t it called Sex and the City?
Uh, well, not quite the same but that’s the general idea. Seeing as how we didn’t know what the “right” answers to all those questions were I figured we’d just blog about our experiences, but then you have to wonder, “Who is going to read that?” We’d have to be entertaining ALL the time. That is really tiring. Sometimes Jewlie and I just like to take a break, sit around, and be desperately boring, bland and humorless. So, you know, we just scrapped that idea, went to the show and ended up going home at 8:30 so we could be in bed by 9.
ohgod ohgod ohgod ohgod
I actually did celebrate Independence Day on time, I just forgot to post about it. I’ve been running around like crazy for the past few days. Sunday would be a party at Piper’s place. I needed to bake a pie, a personal goal that I committed to earlier in the week. Beth was going to be coming and staying with me for a few days so I desperately needed to clean my room. Brunch commitments and evening commitments had been made for Saturday so I definitely couldn’t bake or clean much on that day.
Friday was a half day, during which I needed to look at an actual recipe for the pie I was going to make. Tracy had suggested this one from the Smitten Kitchen. On Thursday night I ended up at the farmer’s market in my neighborhood and bought a three pack of strawberry baskets. I was a little worried though because strawberries bought at farmer’s markets are really things that should be eaten right away, instead of four days later. If you throw them in the fridge for four days, they turn to mush.
I think ended up getting all my ingredients together. The pie crust was going to be the most difficult part as it needed to remain cold as it was being made since there needed to be chunks of butter in it. This actually took two days because I kept needed to throw it in the freezer then postponing it, since I found myself in a time crunch. I had to pick my sister and her friend up from Anime Expo, which was also happening this weekend.
Saturday found me at my parents house where I brought my sister and her friend the night before. I then zipped off to our monthly brunch at Shore House Cafe. It was good, I finally gave Jamie her birthday gift:
and found that she had bought me a box of Samos… oh sorry, Caramel de-Lites.
Yumz. I then booked it to the optometrist so I could get an eye exam and new prescription. I also ended up buying a new pair of glasses, which was stupid on my part because I forgot that for such a strong prescription like mine, lenses are really expensive. I ended up spending hundreds more than I had hoped.
Later I worked on the pie crust and finallly got it done, well meaning, made but it still needs to be baked with the filling.
When done with that I met up with Patrick and we went to heckle people at Anime Expo, which is where my sister was at the time.
Sunday I woke up early, prepped the crust, threw in the pie filling and baked that sucker. 
Started cleaning and was in the middle of cleaning when Beth called and said she couldn’t get to my place because of a parade. Low and behold, there WAS a parade, right on my street, in front of my door. Annoying.
Finally I found her and we parked, came back to the apt and proceeded to watch Daria until it was time for the BBQ at Piper’s. The rest is history:
