2002.07.21 hey, where'd friday go:

so, i got home from work on friday, a bit unbalanced by the days events. paul and his new gal head out for dinner. brax and his … uh… amanda (status varies with barometric pressure, i think) also head out for dinner. despite the fact that i'm actually hungry for once on a friday evening, i decide that it's a good time to go upstairs, grab a copy of the book of poems i wrote for the ex on Valentines day many many moons ago, and sit down and relive days gone by. (this should give some indication of my state of mind) this is around 7:30-ish.

a few hours later, i'm waking up in the chair, completely dazed, drained of all energy, wanting only a cigarette & more sleep. and… that's exactly what i get.

i plop down ("throw myself upon" would be more accurate) on my bed, and proceed to sleep for the next 12 or so hours.

of course, i woke up around midnight, then again around 4:30am, but since i couldn't think of any reason to actually get up, i just went back to sleep.

9:30am i proceeded to Bobby E's (Bob Evans for those who aren't living in my skull) for some solitary breakfast and a review of my novel "in progress." (that last part is in quotes because i'm sure it's debatable that the small number of words added to my novel over the past two years could be called–even remotely–progress)

next, home, laundry, Star Trek:TNG DVD box set (disc 5–4 episodes), lunch/dinner with paul & j. brian "Jersey Boy" hall, email/quicken, more TNG DVD (disc 6–4 more episodes), and then now, this sentence, this word, this .

(i think someone's used that before, i'm not as clever as you think i'm not.)

anyway, oh, and there was some smoking of cigarettes and playing of galaga interspersed in the preceeding list as well. sprinkle liberally.

so now, i came up here to the computer for some purpose. oh yes! entering the rent-to-own information on the digital recorder and figuring out exactly how much i've (we've–the band) left to pay. and then maybe, if i can find the motivation, figuring out an easy way to get all those "recipe of the day" emails out of emails and into a file that can be easily imported into a recipe database program.

but upon arriving up here, at my computer, i glanced at my desktop (as i am wont to do when i'm trying to click on things to start programs) i noticed an image there that i'd forgotten. and that image prompted me to write this post. aren't you lucky.

i can't recall if i mentioned the minor quest i went on when attempting to create the LP show flyer i did, but nevertheless–i went on a minor quest. i was looking for book jacket scans from old 30's & 40's pulp detective/horror novels. in that search i found this little gem. all you heshers should enjoy this.

i think i may have to use that face for our next flyer.

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21 Responses to “hey, where'd friday go:”

brian. said:

okay…i know you don't want to hear this, but you're gonna get it anyway…

first off, i think the proper use would be "barometric" pressure. semantics, i know, but still. the other one is his: "want" means you want something. "wont" means you are prone to doing it.

sorry…just nitpicking.

# July 21, 2002,

m@ said:

what i was referring to, actually, was pressure over usage of the word "barometer."

eck.

you are absolutely correct on both counts actually. can you ever forgive me? or shall i be doomed to a life of forever being your bitch?

# July 21, 2002,

m@ said:

there. all better now.

happy?

# July 21, 2002,

brian. said:

all is forgiven…bitch.

# July 21, 2002,

walked2far said:

Ha- great picture – I've seen it used to hillarious effect here:
http://www.somethingawful.com/article.php?id=346-8

If you don't get it, good. Do not try to figure out what is so horrible about goatse – you are much better off not knowing.

# July 21, 2002,

paul said:

barometer: (n.) instrument in which one guages the compulsion to use a crowbar on an annoying motherf*cker.

in the context of this post, i does apply.

# July 22, 2002,

Nate said:

I does too. Wee-hoo…

Matt, your life… we need to talk… it's… it's… it's decided to leave you. Apparently you haven't missed it.

# July 22, 2002,

m@ said:

yeah, me and the life have been seperated for a while. i figure she'll be filing for divorce soon. i'm just hoping i get to keep most of my stuff.

# July 22, 2002,

Nate said:

I know for a fact that she's not after the futon frame.

# July 22, 2002,

m@ said:

hell, i wouldn't wish that futon frame on an ex-wife's ex-husband's son's mother-in-law.

# July 22, 2002,

brian. said:

hell, i wouldn't wish your life on my worst enemy.

# July 22, 2002,

Nate said:

Hey, now. There's no call for that. Just because you've got the unemployed alcoholic would-be-vegetarian superpowers doesn't give you the right to…

# July 22, 2002,

m@ said:

s'alright nate. i wouldn't either.

# July 22, 2002,

brian. said:

ahhh…but the man i going to france…he has a band…he smokes…how cool do you really need to be?

# July 22, 2002,

m@ said:

hey. you're right. i AM pretty damned cool.

too cool fer skool. yeah. that's me.

hm.

# July 22, 2002,

Nate said:

My man I go to skool… he eats…

You funny talker.

# July 23, 2002,

Nate said:

Save lo-eees.

# July 23, 2002,

m@ said:

Noone, don't say goodbye to Bizarro Nate.

# July 23, 2002,

paul said:

this comment section is full. please update, matt, to provide more room.

# July 23, 2002,

brian. said:

20th post! 20th post!

oh wait…this isn't ain't it cool.com. damn.

# July 23, 2002,

Sara said:

Is he going to France???? Does he have a passport?

Is smoking cool?

These are the questions that are bothering me at the moment.

Miss you all, you crazy commenting fools!!!

# August 14, 2002,

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