I'm not sure why I am writing this today. No mountains moved. No worlds flooded. Nothing profound just am enjoying a lazy lasidaical weekend of blahdom. Is that even a word? I promised myself that I would do my taxes this weekend. Didnt happen. I thought about moving my former hampster powered road beast to its final resting heap. That didnt happen either. About the only thing that did happen was that my room mate's gal drug herself over to infect us with the plague she has been nursing all week. Nothing exotic I'm sure, but my room mate is sure it is fatal and is sure that it is his girlfriend's way of killing him slowly. I told him not to worry. I am sure that the air flight he is taking this week will catch it and lose a wing midflight killing him instantly. Well, almost instantly. He was not amused.
On a more pleasant note, one of my programs won a award and I will be honored in DC sometime later this year. Its a nonsense award, but I get to stand up and shake someone's hand and get a shiny trophy to hang in my cubicle. I am hoping it can be hung on the wall, as I don't need another paper weight on my desk. Guess I will find out soon enough.
Last night, Saturday, I watched Kill Bill Volume 2 for the umpteenth time. I'm not a huge fan, but it is a cult classic and I have a healthy appreciation for Japaneze and psuedo Japaneze style action flicks. More than anything else, I appreciate the director's and writer's style. It was very well done with some hilarious scenes. I mean come on, you have to appreciate a movie that has a hit scene where an assassin has a heart to heart with her hit over a pregnancy stick and a shot gun. The digging yourself out of your own grave and going straight to the diner was an awesome scene too. I tip my hat to them.
I like that kind of low brow humor. The squirrel from Ice Age, Monty Python's black knight, the hero from princess bride. Its just my style, or lack thereof, so sue me.
Well, speaking of lack of style, my room mate is back guess its time to see if he enjoyed ice age two or if his gal drove him more nuts than the squirrel.
