It Can't Be Monday Already!
I need another four hours of sleep, I need to pack things up, I need to cross off another half dozen errands on the list. I need more time, damnit!

Oh well, further proof there's no God, an omnibeneficient God would stretch Sunday night out by another four or five hours so people could catch up on sleep or get to those projects that were supposed to be done over the weekend.

Nothing got moved in, nothing was done in any way whatsoever with the house. Some snafus with the paperwork and we're looking at a 5 day holding pattern. Oh boy! We did go to Home Depot and checked out materials, power tools (P was quite crestfallen when she realized that nailguns are almost always pneumatic and we don't have a compressor yet), astroturf, appliances and paint swatches.

Saturday night was alot of fun. We had a going away party for a good friend who's moving to Colorado for a while. The hour or so that P and I promised we'd spend wound up being well after midnight by the time we did head for home. P has seen the far side of midnight only a couple of times since we've been together so this was an unusual event.

Next weekend will be the third weekend in a row that we've had a party at Paul and Kim's house with the divisional championship games and the ceremonial end of the season party for our football pool. Another good excuse to hang out, drink, eat barbecued meat and play with the dog. And maybe by next week, I'll have my own dog to play with as well.

One very good thing that came out of the party is that we're planning a Texas Hold 'Em Poker Tournament. The World Series of Poker has been being replayed alot lately and now they're doing Celebrity Poker (side note question, if you've never heard of them then how can they be called a celebrity?) alot on Bravo too. So we're putting together our own tourney. Figure a five or six hour day into night with drinks and a slowly dwindling supply of believers.

Oh yeah, how about a new word?

geniass - someone who's smart and is a prick about it or thinks they're the only ones with brains.

In Ironic News
Did you know that today is Howard Stern's 50th birthday? Maybe you did but were you also aware that its Mr. Pill Popper Drug Users Are Evil Himself, Rush Limbaugh's 53rd as well? Irony by thy name. By the way, for the record, I think Howard Stern is about 98% prick and 2% funny. Only on the rare occasion does he do something that merits a laugh and I almost always get irritated with him and turn it off. Anybody who treats his staff as poorly as he does really doesn't deserve my attention. And Rush? The guy's such a cackling moron its hard to believe that so many people across this country allow him to make all of their decisions for them. I can't take him seriously because he spews mistruth as often as spittle.

Last Bit of News Before Work Begins
Our postal carrier is a petty little twat bitch. Sorry, check that, our postal carrier is still a petty little twat bitch.
Some of you may remember our hassles with this prick last summer when he put a package on our front door and it was subsequently stolen, the contents removed and the box thrown into our bushes out front. The Post Office didn't do a damn thing about that and they refused to reprimand this asshole. So he's continued his tiny little bitch campaign.
We had a package sent out to us on the 2nd of January. We got a notice that it was waiting at the post office on the 10th. This fuckhead has been sitting on it for more than a week! The first notice we got of it was 8 days after it had gotten into Santa Cruz. And this whiny little fuck refuses to do his job properly, refuses to deliver anything and is basically a fuck. Anyway, I went to the PO this morning and picked it up, very, very happy in the fact that, in a couple of weeks, he won't matter anymore and I'll never have to deal with him again.
I've been wondering about people who give presents to their postal carriers. He should have gotten a nice bottle of wine filled with piss for all the hassles he's caused this year.

Anyway, Arnold (the carrier), I hope you slip and fall in the shower and get your own foot jammed in your backside, you pathetic loser crank. Grow up and move on, moron.