I know I have not written in a while so I thought I would take a sec before getting the morning kicked off and post someting.  This weekend my friend Ellen took me shopping.  Thanks a million Ellen. I didn’t realize how much I need more female friends especially female friends, who know how to shop for cloths.  I have never had a lot of know-how when picking out cloths, that green camouflage shorts and the pink button down shirt I attempted to leave the house in when i was 15 --- well, that really says it all, doesn’t it. 

Saturday evening was spent running around with Torgney from the comic shop, to the coffee shop, to Best Buy.  Torgney was playing WOW from the coffee shop and I was playing on twitter, just to give you some level of our geektum.  We got to talk about our mutual love for waffles, someone finally appreciated my peanut butter and jelly waffle idea.  It was a lot of fun. 

Sunday was spent being lazy and playing with the dog.  I watched Jumper on pay-per-view, ppv always seems like a good idea until the bill comes.  I also ended up watching Fried Green Tomatoes on showtime.  Jumpers was pretty good i liked to concept but I’m not sure I totally got why the “bad guys” wanted to kill them so much. But oh well.  FGT is always good not that I always admit to watching it.  But that is one of those movies that if I flip by and see it on I end up watching most of it.  (ok take your best shot big E)

Sunday night was spent eating way to much food from this Chinese Buffet.  I have never seen so may peopling eating crab legs, big people, little people, kids all shapes and sizes with plates full of crabs and cracking and basting with button.  Not being a crab leg fan, I felt like I was crashing some group mutilation party.  I have also decided I don’t like snails and I don’t like watching people eat snails.  Oh well, this one one of those night I think my 18.50 would have been better spent on take out.

Quick TV update, Doctor Who - pretty good can’t wait to see the other 2 parts.  Weeds—was very much a “set up” story so I’m guessing its going to pick up next week.  The Secrete Diary of a Call Girl - this has quickly became my new favorite show.  I was not much for a fan the first week or two but this is replacing Weeds for the number one spot.  I have also been watching Generation Kill on HBO which I am enjoying it’s just a lot to absorbed in 75 min.  I almost forgot, The Dark Knight—fantastic move, made up for Wanted (Will if your reading this hurry up and get my book back to me heheh).

My neighbor Dave just left for work which means it must be 7:30 or time for me jump in the shower. 

hi hoe, hi hoe, it’s off to work I go, —oh hello ms prostitute (what can I say Myers Park is colorful neighborhood)

I’m not exactly sure why I’m sitting in the booth by my self in the back of a bar on Wednesday night.  There are several people around and i"m sure I could insert myself into any number of conversations.  But here I sit tapping away on my little laptop.  The smoke is light tonight, the music is ok.  One of Kevin’s tricks is roaming about drunk off his ass but no Kevin.  I think he’s over at the Eagle.  The military boy in the plaid shorts and with his box of cigarettes dangling at the end of his arm is hitting on the door guy.  The door guy a skinny kid, well he looks like a kid from a distance, but close up his face is much older and well warn.  The story on the Military guy is he like the girlie boys.  Well that much seems true from from this distance.

Ralph and DJ are behind the bar, a few regulars scattered about and one couple playing pool in the corner.  There is one girl in the bar tonight, she appears to be an Asian chick with big boobs blue eye makeup any a yellow tank top.  The token pretty boy and his bald yet stylish side kick.  The military guy light a cigarette, inhales and then exhales in a smooth twisting action fitting of dancer.  Ralph looks a little bored at the bar.  If I had to guess he’s doing his best to looking interested in what the older guy in yellow is saying.

It’s now 11:03 and you can see the last callers starting to stake out the potential claims for the night.  I’m not sure what it is about week nights at bars, people look alive but just not good.  I’m sitting here in a white t-shirt, jeans, hair uncombed and nursing a beer.  I think I would rather be home.

I hope you didn’t expect this to go anywhere.  I’m simply reporting on what I see.  This gives me something to do rather than interact with my fellow, rather be here than at homers.  Someone said it was country line-dancing night at the eagle.  Thank god I’m here and not over there.  I think it’s time for another beer.  I bet work is going to suck tomorrow.

Additional note:  From all the stories DJ told about the red head from out of town.  The stories are much better than reality ever could be.  Sad but true.

I just wanted to post a quick addition to the post I wrote Monday about TV.  I must say Monday nights Weeds, and Secret Diary of a Call Girl were the best of the season so far.  Other than that my TV watching has been almost all repeats.  Adult Swim is running Mission Hill and the Oblongs which are always fun.  Time to get to work I guess.