Matt brought back leftover fried chicken from his grandfather's wake, along with instructions that we had to work on it. Always welcoming of free food, I did my part over the next couple of days to give the chicken a good home.
Then the chicken got an eviction notice.
It hit Matt Thursday night, and it hit me yesterday morning while at work. I went home and spent the rest of the day sipping Gatorade and worshipping the procelain god. Matt says his mother also fell victim to the chicken, and spent her Friday in a fashion similar to ours.
I went to bed at about 8PM yesterday, waking up at two-hour intervals whenever my body wanted me to turn over. This was in between vivid but altogether incoherent dreams about sorting ammunition (your guess is as good as mine). I usually got up when I awoke and walked around the house to get the aches out of my system, but fortunately by the time I'd first gone to bed my vomiting had stopped.
Today, after getting up and eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (and waiting to see if it would stay eaten), my hunger-headache subsided and I felt good enough to go do my laundry. Matt was feeling better too so we decided to try some food food from the local gourmet. As I type this, my ham and swiss sandwich is still down, but after a day and a half of toast and Gatorade, Matt ate his food way too fast ("This soup is delicious" GNARGNARGNARGNAR) and up it came.
The worst is definitely behind us, though. I look forward to actually being up to do some sort of fun thing tomorrow.
31 March 2007
26 March 2007
Death, Taxes, and Chernobyl
Matt's maternal grandfather, our landlord, died yesterday evening. Requiescat in pace. The rental arrangements will, for the time being, be handled by the power of attorney, one of Matt's aunts. In grim irony as to the certainty of things, I was doing my taxes last night as well. The Hope Grant gave me back my entire tuition expense for 2006, which is amazing. I had to eat the cost of books, of course, but still, getting 100% of my tuition back is something I would never have even hoped for. Almost halfway towards a degree and I haven't even touched my GI bill yet; things are looking good for me financially.
My most recent gaming acquisition (on top of the pile of other games I have to finish) is STALKER for the PC, a game in development since 2001, long thought to be vaporware. Think Oblivion with guns and no leveling system.
It takes place in 2012, in the area immediately surrounding the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. It's mostly a first-person shooter with some RPG elements such as inventory management, the need to eat, trading with NPCs, and so on. All in all, the game nails the dreary post-apocalyptic feel of games like Fallout but with a Russian ribbon of flavor running through it. The only thing you really need to know about STALKER, however, is that you can get blitzed on vodka and then immediately go shoot at zombies that have guns of their own. There's much more depth than that, but I thought such a scenario bore mention.
The game has its quirks and bugs, but I've been spared from the latter. It had me in its grip for the better part of this past weekend and I'm looking forward to playing some more tonight.
My most recent gaming acquisition (on top of the pile of other games I have to finish) is STALKER for the PC, a game in development since 2001, long thought to be vaporware. Think Oblivion with guns and no leveling system.
It takes place in 2012, in the area immediately surrounding the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. It's mostly a first-person shooter with some RPG elements such as inventory management, the need to eat, trading with NPCs, and so on. All in all, the game nails the dreary post-apocalyptic feel of games like Fallout but with a Russian ribbon of flavor running through it. The only thing you really need to know about STALKER, however, is that you can get blitzed on vodka and then immediately go shoot at zombies that have guns of their own. There's much more depth than that, but I thought such a scenario bore mention.
The game has its quirks and bugs, but I've been spared from the latter. It had me in its grip for the better part of this past weekend and I'm looking forward to playing some more tonight.
18 March 2007
Schadenfreude Free With All Purchases
You know, time was I could rely on my being poor to keep me from buying stuff I don't need. Now I have to rely on my willpower, and that's not working out too well.
Speaking of going to electronics stores for things you could live without, while I was at Best Buy trying to leave with only one movie (successfully, as it turned out), I watched a doughy nerd with a stud in his nose strike out in the computer games section.
Him: You look familiar; did you go to Leonardt—
Her, very flatly: No.
Him, murmuring: Oh. Well, you kinda looked familiar.
He furtively looked around to check if anyone had seen, similar to what people do when they stumble while walking. We made eye contact through the racks, and he received that which he dreaded most.
Acknowledgement of the moment.
Speaking of going to electronics stores for things you could live without, while I was at Best Buy trying to leave with only one movie (successfully, as it turned out), I watched a doughy nerd with a stud in his nose strike out in the computer games section.
Him: You look familiar; did you go to Leonardt—
Her, very flatly: No.
Him, murmuring: Oh. Well, you kinda looked familiar.
He furtively looked around to check if anyone had seen, similar to what people do when they stumble while walking. We made eye contact through the racks, and he received that which he dreaded most.
Acknowledgement of the moment.
11 March 2007
Toad and Seafood
Last weekend Matt, the other Matt, and I went to see Glen Phillips at the Rams Head Tavern (no apostrophe, thank you very much) in Annapolis. I only know a couple of his songs, as I was more of an STP man duting Toad's heyday, but I have to admit that the guy can sing very well. He knows his way around an acoustic too, which is always a plus for a singer.
He had an interesting story about how a vasectomy smells that has apparently been making the rounds at his tour spots. He went ahead and shared this story with us, as well as how the guy who prepped him for the procedure was apparently a Toad fan. I'm not sure how awkward it would be to talk about 90's alternative with a fellow who's shaving your freshly-anesthetized junk, but I'm guessing it's somewhere in the realm of very.
Speaking of fascinating stuff that shouldn't be, I watched two lobsters fight in the tank at the supermarket this afternoon for like ten minutes. It was amazing. All the other lobsters had given them a berth, content to pile up in the corners as it is a lobster's wont to do. They fought in the center, as the Gladiatores Violenti of old did in the Colloseum of Fair Rome. Actually, it was more sumo than swordplay, since both lobsters had their claws banded shut. They sort of pushed each other back and forth, but it was the fact that they were evenly matched that made it so enthralling. One would gain ground, then lose it, then gain it back, back and forth, until I realized I was holding a gallon of cold milk and my fingers were going numb. They were still at it as I walked away.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, it apparently smells like barbeque. Something to do with cauterizing shut your vas deferens.
He had an interesting story about how a vasectomy smells that has apparently been making the rounds at his tour spots. He went ahead and shared this story with us, as well as how the guy who prepped him for the procedure was apparently a Toad fan. I'm not sure how awkward it would be to talk about 90's alternative with a fellow who's shaving your freshly-anesthetized junk, but I'm guessing it's somewhere in the realm of very.
Speaking of fascinating stuff that shouldn't be, I watched two lobsters fight in the tank at the supermarket this afternoon for like ten minutes. It was amazing. All the other lobsters had given them a berth, content to pile up in the corners as it is a lobster's wont to do. They fought in the center, as the Gladiatores Violenti of old did in the Colloseum of Fair Rome. Actually, it was more sumo than swordplay, since both lobsters had their claws banded shut. They sort of pushed each other back and forth, but it was the fact that they were evenly matched that made it so enthralling. One would gain ground, then lose it, then gain it back, back and forth, until I realized I was holding a gallon of cold milk and my fingers were going numb. They were still at it as I walked away.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, it apparently smells like barbeque. Something to do with cauterizing shut your vas deferens.
02 March 2007
I Resemble Anthony Perkins
This information came last night as Matt took a cell phone picture of me to prove to a friend that his roommate looks like the guy who played Norman Bates in Psycho.
I'd seen Psycho before, but that was several years ago, and the resemblance never occurred to me, nor did anyone else seem to take notice. Now however, all I can say is damn, it's downright uncanny.
Also, Anthony Perkins was one devilishly handsome fella.
I'd seen Psycho before, but that was several years ago, and the resemblance never occurred to me, nor did anyone else seem to take notice. Now however, all I can say is damn, it's downright uncanny.
Also, Anthony Perkins was one devilishly handsome fella.
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