12/05/99
Space Monkeys

A slow weekend for the Williams Family.

Friday night I picked up some take-out; we watched Mallrats. Saturday was an all-out Day of Sloth: reading, watching Clerks and The Blair Witch Project (both on DVD with the director's commentary turned on - enlightening and entertaining) and, later, Little Voice. Ah, Bubble is a charmer - and she can sing, too! I did a night deposit on the car and truck notes and got some dog food so that Roxy would not go hungry. Today we went to Zinnie's for brunch (again) where we met Kent and James and discussed details of The English Expedition. Then we came back Downtown to sit on Riverside Drive and await Kathy, Sonya's boss, who was running the Memphis Marathon. Yeah, it was cold, but we sat on the sidewalk and cheered the runners on.

"You must be crazy, sittin' out here," one of the runners said as he passed.

You just ran twenty-six miles without being chased, I thought, who's crazier?

Kathy showed up and we yelled and screamed and clapped. Then we got back in the truck and drove down to the Pyramid, where the finish line was located on the floor inside the arena itself.

We parked and got inside just as they announced Kathy's name on the speaker system. The finish line was on camera, and that was on the replay screens on the scoreboard. It was pretty cool; there for a minute, Kathy was famous! We went to congratulate Kathy after she crossed the finish line.

"Don't hug me," she said, "I smell like a goat."

We sat in the stands and watched runners come in while we congratulated Kathy and Ward, who had also ran. It was quite inspiring for me; I may just get off my ass this week and start running again.

After that it's been a quiet afternoon; I read the Flyer and the Saints lost ('cause they suck, right? Right.) but the English Premier League is on Fox Sports and Arsenal won.

I'm considering replacing all my Saints paraphernalia with Arsenal gear; not just switching teams, mind you, but switching sports and countries as well.

It's hard, being a Saints fan.

I need to take some movies back to Midtown Video. I need to get some food. I need to sit on the couch and be a big ol' slug. I need to go running.

Shit. I can't possibly do all those things. I want a Quarter Pounder.




I just made a whirlwind run to Sonic. Onion rings and tater tots always make things better.

Here's an excellent name for a Christmas-themed porno movie:

Santa Claus Is Coming . . . In My Face!






The temperature has dropped precipitously today due to a passing cold front. Those of you who read last winter will remember that Sonya and I have a badly insulated window in our bedroom. Since this morning the back half of our apartment has become cold enough to store ice cream.

Last winter we tried to combat this, but in a half-assed manner: blankets over the window, heat turned way up, leaving the bedroom open to the rest of the house (leaving ourselves exposed to Roxy going on raids for dirty socks and shoes), stuff like that. I'm not putting up with it this year, though. Tomorrow I'm going to the store and getting some heavy duty trash bags and gray tape. Then I'm gonna seal that window up and seal it up again just to be sure. The white-trash solution is usually the best.

When I was in junior high my mom and I lived in an apartment with a similar problem. Glenda applied the above solution and we were snug all winter long. I can't wait to tape some garbage bags over the window!




Had I not been able to come up with enough content to make this entry I was going to fabricate a story about me fighting off a bunch of Nazis using a disentegrator rifle and the help of my pet space monkeys. I decided I didn't need to do that, but I've always got that as a reserve for an especially slow day.





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