Friday, April 22, 2005

Man, i'm suffering from serious blogger's block. and it's finally carrying over in to old fashioned writer's block. i have to write a standard "why i want to be a..." essay for mercy college, home of my future alma mater (hopefully). i haven't updated the blog since the pope died...and now we have that nazi pope (in case you didn't know, yes, he was)...it's just too sweet and too easy to poke fun. but i have to say: popey benedict looks like the emperor ...i'd put up pics but it's so late at night and there's poker on...alright...you've convinced me. speaking of which...today april 22, 2005, nancy has finally watched episode IV, star wars: a new hope. it's unbelievable that this is so...yet, here we are. 1 down 5 more to go. and she has not seen the LOTR either...one step at a time folks.

so just found out that my friend hans is heading out to san fran for a new job, i know he's been talking about it for a while and looks like it's now going to happen. tomorrow we're having an impromptu going away party and of course, poker. my past few outings have yielded bupkus, and since my grumpiness and mercury retrograde have subsided...may be time to get back to champion form. we'll see. so saturday will first be about nan and i getting some plants/flowers in the city for her dad. i'll take a ride out to LI w/ her and catch a ride out to NJ for the dinner w/ my friend ron. who surprisingly won the last time we played...you don't understand, this is something that happens as often as haley's comet on a solar eclipse during the olympics and the knicks winning the NBA championship...YES, it's that rare.

so nan sent me this link tonite to the crimson room took me about a half hour to solve...took nan a little longer than that (i won't say how long, b/c living is something i'm liking)...speaking of which, steve was kind enough to drive nan and i home today, only to try to start up some serious shit by telling nan that i had some chicharone (sp? pork rinds)...now my diet is a sensitive subject b/c apparently i'm no use to nan if i die...so of course, she started to read me the riot act, i kept a smile on--my attempt to suppress the seething anger that was brewing inside me a la david banner (cue the hulk hitchhiking music). all the while, steve was cracking up in the front seat. thanks steve. hope mildred snuffs out the rest of her spawn and wipes it all over Z. who i happen to be walking tomorrow...wish me luck. and like gremlins, there are certain rules, par example: 1. do not approach the dog in the morning, wait for him to come to you 2. don't be holding a stick in your hand around him 3. don't squeak any of his toys in the morning 4. and something about not feeding him after midnite...or was that for mogwai? or al roker? i always forget.

oh so tired.