i've realized that daytime soap operas (and daytime tv, in general) rate incredibly high on the "unintentional comedy scale." as i was putting on my shoes and getting ready to leave the house for a spot of lunch, i flipped on the tv to see what the gods of television programming decided to grace my life with. what i found was a particular carwreck called "days of our lives." to be honest, i'm mildly familiar with this particular waste of an hour because i dated a girl for two years that watched it religiously. she even made her mom tape it for her if she had to work. it was kinda scary.

to get the most for your "unintentional comedy" buck, you really need to catch the first five minutes of any soap before they even roll credits. the proof may be in the pudding, but the laughs are in the setup, i'd say. that first five minutes is packed with moony eyes, shady dealings, and everything else that you can only find in the dreams of an unhappy housewife. to be honest, the other 55 minutes are just a big tease to make you watch the next episode.

anyhowways…saturday was pretty low key. i spent most of the time recovering from friday night's festivities. we ended up going over to a cookout for our friend jess (my ex-girlfriend and ex-roommate, in that order). she's getting married to some tool and moving to dallas, texas. as long as she's happy, i guess. so most of the early afternoon was spent standing in the hot sun, drinking pepsi (i didn't feel like dancing with beer again, quite yet) and hanging with a bunch of people i don't know.

scott and i ended up splitting to head over to see irina and black widows play at the indoor skatepark. what i thought was going to be a huge show ended up being sparsly attended, but it was all good. irina rocked hard, but they sounded kinda muddy and steve's guitar wouldn't stay in tune. black widows kicked as much ass as always. after that we popped in and out of the various bars and i ended up back at the warehouse until 5:30 in the morning.

but i'm sure you could have figured that one out on your own…

yesterday was the weekly cookout and kickball in the park. we got rained out, last week, so we returned with a vengeance. once again, the team i was on kicked ass and ended up winning 16-13. another glorious victory. another week where we retain bragging rights. ahhhh…kickball. a few of us have joked about starting a weekly dodgeball game. now that would be brutal…