So. last night Adrienne and I are watching The Princess Bride (yes, I finally got her to sit down and watch it, for the first time.)

And in the end, Westley says they need a wheelbarrow, right.

And Adrienne, who's heard The Wheelbarrow Story, goes "oh no, no wheelbarrows!"--and I 'bout fell off the couch laughing.

hah.

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yeah, not much going on today. woo. Finally got Adrienne to watch The Princess Bride. She grudgingly conceded it was better than she had remembered (she'd seen the first little bit, a loooong time ago). so... yay.

Also, it occurs to me if The Man in Black in The Princess Bride had been Johnny Cash, the movie's have been waay different. WAAY.

sooo... It's thursday. which is nine kinds of awesome. Flying trip to College Station tonight-- Bonfire banquet. whoop. I'm only going to be there a few hours, and then back to Houston. I'll be in College Station again this weekend-- Saturday night at least. Friday night is spoken for, I think. And Sunday afternoon is likely gonna be going to Galveston. *eyeroll* must...define...relationship...

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um. holycrap, tomorrow is Friday. AWETHOME.

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Looked at furniture last night... not sure if I'm going to get a leather couch, or not. But they are nice... I'm just not sure I'm not gonna be really hard on a leather couch. I kinda like cloth couches. hmmm. hmmmmm.
And I'm getting a recliner, most likely, and a coffee table and a dining room set. Holy crap. lots of spending all at once.

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actually been decently productive at work... They're gonna move me to a real office, reasonably soon. with a real window (currently I have a piece of semi-translucent glass) and a door and everything. It'll be in a cleaner building, and closer to the front. So... should I have to run away from oh-no-noxious-gas-fumes, it's closer.

Hoooo man did they have a HUGE release of shit at the plant across the highway the other day... the smoke was visible for like five miles. There are three waste-gas flares (that I saw). normally, the flare should be... a few feet high, each. likely less-than-6. This was, I'd guess, a 25 foot flame. Three of them. They'd just started when I left, and i could still see new smoke twenty minutes later and PURPLE SMOKE. notgood notgood notgood!!!!</Edd>

And people ask why I work here. Lack of other options, at the moment. But if they think I'm staying for years and years, they are incorrect. And that's why i don't live over here. The air quality's not as good in the Galleria as it is at the farm at home. But it's for damn sure better than over here...

This morning, somehow, I woke up with my covers all ass-backwards. Like, I went to sleep, and top-to-bottom, the covers were arranged bedspread, blanket, sheet, right? I woke up and it was sheet, blanket, bedspread. All right-side-up, and basically over the whole bed. I have no idea how it got all rearranged; I just walked in and passed-ass-out.

</sleepwalking, apparently>

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Laff Stop with Adrienne and spellbound44 was sorta fun last night, there was one guy who was awesomely funny and some other totally mediocre comics.

I was unaware until yesterday that they apparently make a do-it-yourself-ventriloquism QUEEN BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY kit. Like, this dude, and 3 ventriloquist dummy heads around him. Like a live-action Queen video. what. the. hell. (this was one of the mediocre guys. weird stuff.

The guy who was truly funny-- I have true respect for people who can do voices and sound effects-- it's good stuff, when done right. This guy did a hell of a funny act. Mo Amir, I think, was his name.

And it reiterates my previous opinion that Cepheid-type people and some of my friends-- not such a good combo. Somehow, zombie-goat-bukkake isn't exactly normal dinner conversation. Normal Cepheid lunch table, sure. Felt like old times, in a way. But Adrienne looked... some combination of worried and confused.

And then she and i went to get coffee. Which I could seriously use RIGHT NOW. So tired...

And whoever decided to name two competing comedy clubs in Houston the Laff s-P-o-T and Laff s-T-o-P... not cool. We damn near went to the wrong club. wahah.

HOW, seriously, does someone not EVER HEAR OF THE GAME OF Uno?

wtf.

Please tell me the rest of y'all have heard of it. At least those of y'all in the US.

(I can pick 'em, eh? She's never heard of Uno, never heard of canned carrots, never seen Princess Bride... *sigh*)

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holy shit-- "Current Location"? wtf? that's new.

Last night Adrienne and I went to The Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo. fun stuff. we went to see Alan Jackson, (well, sorta. Adrienne wanted to see the rodeo, and I kinda actually wanted to see the goats at the stock show.) So we went through the shops, and all, and then went to go look at the livestock some. See, and it sounds all redneck (and to a point I'll grant you that) but the animals at the stock show are some of the best examples of stock you'll ever see. They're all clean, and HUGE and all that. The rabbits were... massive. Most of those were kinda cool, except for the ones with the red eyes. Creepy.

And the Boer goats (the ones I wanted to see, they're neat lil' goats) got sold earlier in the week already and they were gone. so... hmm. went to watch the rodeo. Good stuff. There were several really good rides on the bull-riding, and the bucking-bronc riding was kinda lame. Lots of guys in the steer-wrestling just... clean-up missed the steer. overshot, undershot... just... no good.

ok. Concert rolls around... Alan Jackson's looking kinda... older. (which makes sense, some of hiw really big hits were in about '93, '94. Anyway... played a pretty good set. He played, in no particular order, "Little Bitty", "remember When", "Chattahoochee", "Who's Cheatin' Who"(which has a racing video, and I've never understood why),"Pop a Top", "It's 5 o'clock somewhere", "Drive", "Where I come From", "Gone Country", "I Don't Even Know Your Name", "Livin' on Love" (I think he played this one, anyway), "Don't Rock the Jukebox" (which I heard, the day-before-yesterday on the radio, heh), "Here in the Real World", and maybe one or two others.

Good stuff. And even Adrienne had a Texas accent a little last night.

Definitely something y'all should do, if you've never been to the rodeo.

*posting spree*
Got one of those joke email forwards, and, well, these made me laugh more than i should have.

Q: Why don't blind people like to skydive?
A: It scares the dog. (yes yes, politically incorrect, i'm sorry in retrospect, all that jazz)

Q: What do you call a defective boomerang?
A: A stick.

Q: Where Do You Find a Dog With No Legs?
A: Right Where You Left Him.

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Work's actually... chugging along. I had something to do -- that "so the last guy screwed this up, and if you could fix it that would be great" sort of things. So i'm driving to Webster in a bit, from East Houston. woo.

Going to dinner with Adrienne tomorrow (yes I'm aware of what the date tomorrow is, and yes i know where McDonald's is if she bails on me) and maybe coffee later in the week.

Wasn't I going to stop trying to date this girl?

woops.

And maybe other stuff later in the week with other friends.


I like this "living in Houston" thing.

you know, when i have a long conversation that revolves around the topics that Adrienne and i talked about tonight, it occurs to me that she and I are about ten seconds from dating, and have been that way for a long time.

I know, there are aggravating schedule things to work out. And I understand that, and believe me it comes to mind, often. but... *grin* I really do like her a lot.

And it's a good ways out there, regardless. But it's fun to see every time it comes up. And I think we both realize where we are in the friendship... good stuff.

*smile*