Damn.

http://blogs.suntimes.com/derogatis/2009/05/jay_bennett_dead_at_age_45.html

Customer of the Day #3279

"Would you like a bag for that?"
"I'd like you to tie me up."
There were about ten people in line, and they all looked either uncomfortable or aghast. Without skipping a beat I replied, smiling:
"How about I tie you to the bumper of my car and drag you home?"
That broke the tension and got rid of the weirdo in one fell swoop.

So the week flew by. Worked Monday, off Tuesday, worked Wednesday, off Thursday. Saw Tim and Todd on Thursday night, and more importantly got to hang out with Tim and Katie and the band and Katie's aunt and uncle. The b.h. and I ate at El Sol again, which is only mildly weird. The waitress now knows my order by heart. Then we went down to soundcheck and ate at The grit with the out of towners. the show was lovely. Tim played "Just Like Home" for us, which was super cool because it's one of my favorite songs and because we're leaving and whatnot.
Had breakfast on Friday morning at Big City Bread, again with the out of town folk, then went home and napped before going to work. Worked my last shift yesterday, which was weird, even beyond the above mentioned customer. I have no job waiting in our new home, and I haven't been unemployed in years and years, so it feels kind of uncomfortable. Ah well. I'll get over it.
Today we had a yard sale. It went okay, but we're going to need yard sale part two before we leave. R & C almost burned their cars down trying to jump her battery, which was interesting. Other than that, just waiting for New Orleans. And looking for a dog sitter. Yep.

The weekend was pretty good, I suppose. It felt short. I didn't get to either of the early shows on Friday. S and A stopped by to see me at Nuci's Space, even though they had to get up early and couldn't stay for the show. The show was fine, but I drank a bit too much Smuttynose Imperial Stout and wound up nearly passing out in the middle of Lake City's set. No fault of theirs, mind you. They brought the rock. I was just exhausted and probably shouldn't have hit the high gravity beer.
Saturday I slept in and worked in the yard before going to work. I have been plucking some of my perennials from the yard and bringing them to S & T's house, since they would likely just get lost in the weeds here without much diligence. My rose bush is enormous. I can't help but feel a sense of gardener's pride every season when it blooms. I got that thing as a stick in a half gallon bucket, and now it is several feet tall by several feet wide, and has nearly covered the dead satellite dish I planted it next to. It smells fantastic, too. If I get less lazy later I'll try to post some pictures.
Sunday I went out with S and got some herbs and dirt. Since I'm planting in window boxes and taking them with me, I figured I might as well go ahead and get them. It will save the b.h. and I having to pay exorbitant grocery store prices for them in the meantime. So we went back to her house and put some stuff in the dirt, and then watched a preview of Real Housewives of New Jersey, which I have the misfortune of being addicted to and unable to watch for lack of cable. That show is the perfect example of why I don't have cable, actually, because it is fucking awesome and ridiculous and I already don't read enough. So yeah.
And speaking of reading, I finished the first Maisie Dobbs mystery, which i enjoyed but am not gobsmacked by. I have two more that the b.h.'s mom lent me, but they are currently on the back burner. I'm re-reading How Dogs Think by Stanley Coren, with the hope that it will help me help the dogs adjust to our new home more quickly. Still reading Party Out of Bounds, too.
Sunday evening J and M came over for dinner. It was short and sweet and we went to bed at a completely reasonable hour. Woke up in the middle of the night to an unruly thunderstorm, which scared the hell out of Kilgore, who in turn scared the hell out of me. I got him up into the bed and calmed him down pretty quickly, though, and we all went to sleep again.
The boys got their annual haircuts today, and they look hilarious. Again, I'll post pictures when I'm feeling less lazy.
Other than that, I am eagerly awaiting a visit from Tim Easton and company on Thursday, and his show with Todd McBride on Thursday night at the 40 Watt. It has been far too long.

Monday I met A at the bookstore for a couple hours, then went to El Sol for dinner with J(somebody start a meeting for this, please!! "Hi my name is heybartender and I am an ElSoloholic").
Tuesday I met up with MT earlyish and stopped at the Caledonia.
Wednesday I worked and then met the b.h. at the Caledonia for Idiot Slowdown. Today I am off to work again but home early. Tomorrow I open the store, then get out around six and possibly see MT at the Bowling alley, and/or Dave Barbe at the Caledonia, before Still Small Voice and Lake City and Goat at Nuci's. Whew.

Spoiler Alert.

So the new X Men movie. What the fuck? I was entertained, but I can't help having complaints. Hugh Jackman did a whole lot of anguished screaming, which was very tiresome after awhile. And was it really that difficult to find a black guy that could actually act? The b.h. said they used that guy because he's in a band and they could get a "name" without paying for one. He was not good. At least, half the time he sucked. The other half he was fine. Could they not have used the money they spent on Dominic Monewhatsisname to get an actual actor in that role, rather than blowing it on a character with so few lines? Which is not to say that he wasn't great, mind you. But still. And is money really an issue at this point? Haven't these movies already made an assload of money?
Danny Huston channeled Brian Cox perfectly, Ryan Reynolds was funny, but there were too many jokes in general. Liv was great, Agent Zero guy was hit or miss, the exploding helicopter scene was so embarrassing that I laughed out loud in the theater. And adamantium fucking bullets? Really? Was that the best they could do?
I blame the director. Somebody call Bryan Singer, or cancel the rest of these movies, for the love of god.

Yesterday I dropped the b.h. off at work, got breakfast at the bakery, and then came home and went back to sleep for several hours. And then when I got up I got on the couch again. I blame rain and Spain: on the Road Again.

Work is getting dumber by the day, mostly because of the "Socialist Dictator" remarks about the President that I have to endure on a daily basis. It's as if these fuckers have been asleep for the last eight years and are only now waking up to the fact that we're fucked. The toilet was flushed a long time ago, people. We've just been swirling toward the bottom the whole time.

Overheard at the health food store, from a mid-forties redneckish man:
"I don't know son. It's a Diva Cup."
And then louder:
"A Diva Cup!! I don't know what it's for!!"

It's the little things that keep me going.

So they still haven't caught the guy. Great. I can't even talk about the whole thing, really, because no diatribe is going to change anything. i know a lot of people who were present, and thankfully none of them have any serious physical wounds. But it really sucks that they are going to have to live with this shit for the rest of their lives. It's hard to even process and to avoid being corny and/or reactionary I'm just going to shut my pie hole.
In other news, I can't seem to get motivated to do much. Work is pissing me off for various reasons, and I am otherwise incredibly lazy. I have packed a few boxes and done some house cleaning, but I have been generally useless for the past week.
We ate lunch at the National on Tuesday, and I went to A's and had a couple glasses of wine and did some catching up that evening.
Next week is going to be ridiculously busy at work, so I'm hoping to put in a couple extra days in order to fund a trip to New Orleans. My buddy MT and I are talking about it, and it seems like it can be done fairly cheaply (especially if we have a third party, which we may). Luckily I know several people who have lived there, too, so I will have good recommendations for food and whatnot. I've never been to new Orleans and I don't know when I will have the chance to go again, so I hope it works out.
Okay, no more procrastinating. Must... Pack...