Super Blow
Well, shiver me timbers & blow me woody! That Super Bowl game last nite either really sucked or really blew, depending on your perspective.
Trish had wanted to go to Church yesterday -- any church is fine with me, as long as it's not the Church of Scientology -- but we didn't have time to prepare properly.
The TV blinked out again yesterday, when Trish was searching (a little too early) for the pre-game show. Since we have another one down in the basement, I hesitate to buy a new one for upstairs until plasma TVs come down in price. The main problem with the home theater in the basement is that it's a built-together box, whose speakers suck. We'll try to build some better ones. I'm thinking Pioneer full-range drivers with a super-tweeter in front.
So we got 69 buckadingdongs for food stamps this month. Trish & I went to Albertson's around 2:30 to pick up some milk, orange juice, yogurt, peanuts in the shell, & Diet Cherry Max. The bill came to a little under $12, so when Car-girl & I do TA on Thursday we'll take the card out to Wally World.
Wanting a taco treat, we went to El Taco Loco, where inflation has jacked the price of Crazy Tacos sky-high.
Then the Blow Blew, especially Prince; his guitar-playing was atonal & arhythmic. Wako saved me from extensive exposure to it, mostly by describing his videotape & CD collection.
We surfed into the Fantastic 4 on HBO, which kept us watching until bedtime: take 2 people romantic: I took Trish there for our anniversary.
3 temazepam last nite had me sleeping in until 5:52 this morning, so I'll return to 2 for a couple days, & see if my insomnia worsens once more.
I see Joe at 11:00, but probably won't eat at the Perky Pam Layout. "Einstein Sex-Play Hyper-Light" is more important than Cheri's cooking. Besides, I have the culinary treat, tuna noodle casserole, in the fridge, & can reheat it faster than farting around (I had beans on my Crazy Taco) the Layout all afternoon.
Trish had wanted to go to Church yesterday -- any church is fine with me, as long as it's not the Church of Scientology -- but we didn't have time to prepare properly.
The TV blinked out again yesterday, when Trish was searching (a little too early) for the pre-game show. Since we have another one down in the basement, I hesitate to buy a new one for upstairs until plasma TVs come down in price. The main problem with the home theater in the basement is that it's a built-together box, whose speakers suck. We'll try to build some better ones. I'm thinking Pioneer full-range drivers with a super-tweeter in front.
So we got 69 buckadingdongs for food stamps this month. Trish & I went to Albertson's around 2:30 to pick up some milk, orange juice, yogurt, peanuts in the shell, & Diet Cherry Max. The bill came to a little under $12, so when Car-girl & I do TA on Thursday we'll take the card out to Wally World.
Wanting a taco treat, we went to El Taco Loco, where inflation has jacked the price of Crazy Tacos sky-high.
Then the Blow Blew, especially Prince; his guitar-playing was atonal & arhythmic. Wako saved me from extensive exposure to it, mostly by describing his videotape & CD collection.
We surfed into the Fantastic 4 on HBO, which kept us watching until bedtime: take 2 people romantic: I took Trish there for our anniversary.
3 temazepam last nite had me sleeping in until 5:52 this morning, so I'll return to 2 for a couple days, & see if my insomnia worsens once more.
I see Joe at 11:00, but probably won't eat at the Perky Pam Layout. "Einstein Sex-Play Hyper-Light" is more important than Cheri's cooking. Besides, I have the culinary treat, tuna noodle casserole, in the fridge, & can reheat it faster than farting around (I had beans on my Crazy Taco) the Layout all afternoon.
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