I'd Play It In The Godammed Closet

What ho, jovial sailors. What ho, indeed.

Here, as best as I can manage it, are the events of late. Southampton was a much needed break from the daily grind of manual writing. In case I hadn't mentioned before, my primary task at CI Labs before my vacaction was to write an instruction manual for one of the company's larger products. The product itself is a merging together of several smaller products managed by several other people, none of which wrote a new manual when it was done. So, my terribly exciting task has been picking everyone's brains and putting together this manual. I don't want to talk too much longer about it, it's terribly boring.

Anyway, Southampton. Decent weather, good times, and we returned safely. There was a brief stop in New Jersey whcih made New York all the more sweet. On our way out of the Hamptons, we stopped in NYC for a few hours just to putz around. Saw the sights, took some picures, I'll Flickr them when I can.

Let's skip some weeks. Nothing happened I can think of anyway. It's been a lot of work, cooking, sleeping and dishes. That's about it.

This weekend, however, that was an excursion. Erik at my other office needed me in to do some work this summer so Tim and I made the trip out there to visit the motherland that is Terre Haute. It was like the Pilgrimage to Pike this weekend, I shit you not. Only like 7 people actually live at the house of the summer but I counted no less than 25 brothers there this weekend. Oh, and my room, dear sweet god my room. I've got two new roommates for next year and one of them is already living in the room. He's taken it upon himself to spruce the place up a little bit and oh what a job he has done. We've got new furniture, a bar, a full-size fridge, two mini-fridges and a couple of XXL bean-bag chairs. The place is pimp.

Almost as pimp is the summer occupant and my buddy Whitney. Whit is a hell of a chap, and I choose my words carefully. He has the reputation of being a little British, for those of you who don't know him. He's not actually British, but with his tucked in polo shirts, well-groomed hair and loafers, you'd swear he was British. Well, at least until last night. So there's some general drinking and carrying on going on last night and I run into Whit. I would have expected him to be carrying a brandy-snifter or something like that, but what do I see? A one-gallon gas can full of beer with the word "CRUNK" printed down the side. Godammit Whit. Lil'Jon, you are not.

I wish I had more little hilarious anecdotes for you right now but I'm fresh out. If I think of anything at work tomorrow I'll jot it down and bring it before you. I've got LoTR going now and I just finished playing some online poker. The Mrs is in her room getting some CSCC homework done which leaves me to my own devices for the evening. But I've got no stories, dammit.

Movies? OK. Just a little. DVD releases this month that I think you should hump: V for Vendetta & The Inside Man. Lucky Number S7evin isn't on DVD until September, and this should leave you teary eyed. I may have reviewed all these movies previously when I saw them in theaters, so just flip back a little. Needless to say, they're all fantastic and you just need to take my word on that.

In theaters now? Clerks Godammed 2. Go rent the first, laugh, cry, and knock back a couple before going to see the second. You'll need to be numbed so that some of what you see and hear doesn't make it all the way into the back of your head because it will stay there and rot you. Understood? I am by no means saying you shouldn't see it. I've never laughed so hard in a theater before. Except the first time I saw the Episode II trailer. Hayden Christianson, you fuck.

In theaters later? Saw III. Only fans of the first two need apply.

Tra-la-la. Signing off. Will return someday.