Monthly Archive for January, 2004
So, I borrowed Michelle’s Season One DVDs of Alias, and I am finally sitting down to watch them recently. I had hesitated to wach the show before, mostly because I was watching the Bears lose games, watching The Simpsons, or watching tapes of shows I had recorded earlier that week.
Melissa and I have gotten through the first four episodes of the first season. Last night, when Chris got home from the Musical Parent Night, we put the first DVD in and watched the pilot again. If Chris weren’t so tired, she would have finished the whole episode, but instead fell asleep just before finding out that Sydney (Jennifer Garner) was accepted by the CIA as a double agent inside of SD-6. For right now, I only know that SD-6 has been pretending to be a covert branch of the CIA, when it is actually some sort of enemy of the USA. Now, some other interesting plot twists have happened through episode 4, so I can only imagine that this is just the tip of the iceberg as far as the twists and turns go. I’ve been purposely avoiding reading about later episodes, because I plan on borrowing Jamie’s copy of Season Two when I finish the first season.
Hopefully I’ll be able to finish this first season, unlike my failed attempt at even getting halfway through 24’s first season DVD. So far, though, Alias is proving to be quite an entertaining little show, despite some of the story flaws, which I may post about at a later date (I’m sure you can do your own Google search on “alias nitpicking” and filter through the many results).
I can’t believe I just did what I did. That’s right, I just played about 45 minutes of DDR for PSX on my PS2. I even did the “workout mode” to burn what the game estimates to be about 126 kcals in about 25 minutes. I know, that still leaves about 20 minutes of play unaccounted for.
I admit, I did about 10 minutes of the “training mode” to get a hang of the game (I am much better now than I was three weeks ago when I gave DDR a shot at my mom’s new house Christmas day). Then after my workout (which I couldn’t figure out how to exit until I accidentally restarted the PS2 by pushing too many of the sections of the pad at once), I played a couple rounds of “game mode.” I think I’m going to keep doing this at least three times a week. That should be a pretty good workout. I just have to get another memory card for the PSX so that Chris can keep track of her workouts when I get her addicted to DDR, too 
So, I was driving home from work today, when I got this great thought for the blog. Unfortunately, I was in a car and had no internet, nor did I want to bring out paper and pen to jot the idea down. And I have since forgotten the idea, probably while I was watching S1E02 of Alias (a surprisingly good show). So, in lieu of that great thought I had, you are stuck reading this boring post. Maybe one day I’ll get internet in my head and I’ll be able to post just by thinking about it. Then again, maybe not.
The end of my three-day bachelorhood ended Saturday at 3pm when Scott and I went to pickup Chris from HEHS. It’s back to normal here in the house, if you can call it that. Mel’s doing homework, I’m still in the process of unpacking and cleaning out my office downstairs, and Scott and I are trying to figure out how to best deal with my frozen hose (black rubber tubing, not cold hookers).
After spending about an hour trying to drain a little water from the hot tub while I was helping Grant setup a blog on my site, Scott finally got a little help from me. Unfortunately, my help wasn’t good enough, so we gave up on draining the tub for tonight. We conceeded and let Chris, Jamie, and Lynn use the tub without any male companionship (I never planned on going in tonight, but Scott wanted to). Instead, Scott played Max Payne, Grant played around with his new blog (that sounds so dirty), and I tried to program our garage door opener to recognize both our remote transmitters, as well as the numeric keypad. Again Scott and I failed at our tasks: Scott never completed the level we are currently stuck on, and I could only get the garage door opener to recognize either the keypad or the remotes (I chose the remotes).
But for now, it’s time to get my body back into a normal sleep schedule so that I don’t sleep in until noon tomorrow.
After 8am Thursday morning I will enter into three days of bachelorhood. I will have dropped off Chris at HEHS and Melissa at CHS, and I won’t see them again until sometime Saturday night. They are going down to ISU for the Illinois Theater Festival. I, however, will be fending for myself back in Schaumburg.
That’s right, I’ll be having fast food or sushi for my meals, watching television, and playing video games for three straight days. Not that there’s anything wrong with the flavorful delights cooked up by my fiancee, but if left to attempt following the directions of such recipes, I would fail miserably. I can cook few things, most of which I don’t really feel like cooking the next few days, such as macaroni and cheese, salt water with a side of ramen noodles, and sunny side up eggs.
So, wish me luck over the next few days. I’ll need it if I’m to survive through Saturday night to pickup Chris at school.
I just posted a half-assed review of Big Fish on the forum:
This movie was great in every respect: the screenplay, the sets, the acting, all amazing. At first, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about this movie because it seemed so surreal. After seeing the first few stories told by Edward Bloom, I realized how important their surreality was to the overall story and feel of the movie.Visit the forum to read the rest. Maybe someone will have finished it for me.
Well, I’ve seriously gotta get my office setup. Why? Because I need to sync my Visor with my laptop. Sure, I could just plug my Visor’s cradle into the laptop as it sits on the dining room table, but that’s not my style.
Anyways, back to me being Costanza. My wallet is as thick as a couple of good sized steaks, probably two inches at its thickest part. And that’s why they call me Costanza.
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