Long weekend has passed, and I have much to report, oh my brothers. First, let’s get some of the less interesting, more gripe like events covered.
Moving process was completed with the exception of unpacking. The heat, the amount of work, and the number of times I walked from the apartment to the car made the entire day exhausting, if not crippling. I’m tired, but I’m happy the hard part is over.
Work is going to drive me nuts. I am actively looking for a job now, both here and in Eugene. I’m willing to take anything, as long as it pays more than I make now. In the off chance that you or someone you know is looking for a bright, personable, and extremely well rounded anything, lemme know and I will get my resumé over.
Now, for the good stuff.
I saw the Matrix Revolutions. I went in expecting the worst movie ever made. While it wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t good, either. The destination that they took was something I could understand, and it seemed rational, but the path they took to get there was a bit excessive. Especially the part where Keanu was Jesus. I’ve already got George Luc-ass trying to tell me that Anakin’s mom is the Virgin Mary, I don’t need it from another source that used to give me quality sci-fi.
Watching season 4 of the Sopranos. I’m rather pleased that Joey Pants survived last season, and graces us with another. I am not, pleased, however, that I had to watch a scene with him getting a vibrator in the ass while being asked how much money he made, and how he should have his ass pimped. The funny part of this scene was that this wasn’t punishment. He wanted it. Why didn’t anybody warn me?
Lastly, I would like to tell everybody that there is a kick ass diner in Alhambra, called Diner on Main (never guess what street it’s on…) in downtown Alhambra. I have gotten a different sandwich every time I’ve gone there, and each one has been the crazy bomb. They beat the living piss out of Denny’s. Granted, that’s not too hard a task, but they are better than most. Get a Monte Cristo. That’s turkey, ham, thousand island, and cheese on french toast. That’s right, french fucking toast. It even had powdered sugar on it. Crazy bomb.
Ejaculatory.