So very tired…

For the third Thursday in a row, a bunch of us have gathered at a karaoke bar and taken it over.

The situation is a bit weird, though. It’s a sake bar / Japanese restaurant, but on Thursdays, the owner of one of the nearby karaoke box places that was shut down because their lease wasn’t renewed brings his equipment and sets it up in the bar and everyone sings until 2a.m.

Did you get that?

Well, I missed last week, but as a group, we’ve been there en masse since they started three weeks ago. Last night, I was the designated driver, as usual, but that meant I couldn’t leave until they had done their thing, which of course meant sticking it out until the bitter end.

When I finally get home at 2:30, I go to bed, but then get caught up in reading the new comics I bought that day. I fall asleep at 3:30.

I never ate dinner that night. Man, I am so hungry right now.

The weekend

The three day weekend is over. Poopie.

I spent most of yesterday at home trying to shake off a sinus headache which is still lingering, and had to miss ‘s Mini-Q.

Following my weird inclination to play Super Metroid, I played and beat Super Mario World on Saturday and Sunday. I’m now working through Super Mario World 2. Who needs a PS2 when you have an SNES?

I sorted most of my M:tG cards over the course of the weekend. Damnation, I sure have a lot. It’s like gambling… you don’t spend the money to make money, you’re spending it to have fun. And it’s been fun, really it has. I finally won a prize for the first time in a long long time at the game on Friday night.

It’s weekends like these I’m glad I live with other people. Once you reach critical mass, you don’t have to worry about having to go out to be social, the people come to you. Speaking of which, when’s Nati leaving… hmmm…. that boy played waaaaaaaaaaaay too much Everquest this weekend.

Recent discussion about the future of LJ have gotten me thinking that I really should be contributing to the codebase / maintenance… writing web-based applications is something I… well, I get paid to do it, full time. You’d think I could probably have something to contribute.

I still can’t get over the fact that out of three days off, I spent probably a grand total of two hours sitting in front of the computer. Considering that on a typical evening I spend twice that staring at the monitor I consider it a good thing.

Okay, I just looked at my last name and thought it was spelled wrong when it wasn’t. This is a sign that I should go to sleep. Good night…. or maybe I’ll play some more SMW2…

AM Radio

So I figured out why I had Radio Disney on my radio… I had bumped the switch and put it into AM instead of FM.

This, of course, was after I was woken up by “L’il Bunny Foo Foo.”

If that doesn’t put you in a weird mood for the day, nothing will.

You know, stuff.

Last night I bumped the tuning dial of my clock radio, so I had to reset it to a station. I thought I found the one it was on before, and set the alarm and went to sleep.

This morning I was awoken by “It’s a Small World After All.”

Yes, I inadvertently set my clock radio to Radio Disney.

Oh man…

The referee just showed up and I can hear his whistle.

And someone is making cup o’ noodles in the kitchen… smell reminds me of high school lunch.

Basketball and other things

Okay, so stop me if I’m wrong here, but I find it a bit out of place to look out the window and see a bunch of co-workers playing basketball on their lunch break… shirts and skins.

Even scarier is when they actually have referees… with uniforms and whistles and everything.

Don’t these people have work to do?

In other news, I’m still recovering from this weekend… after the karaoke bar incident on Thursday, two parties on Saturday and another on Sunday, I’m pretty wiped out. I even had to pass on another party on Friday…

Once again, I need vacations from my vacations. I so cannot wait for the three day weekend. I think I’m deliberately not going to do anything… just sit around and do nothing, clean, laze around… etc.

IAQ

Brunching Shuttlecocks ran a feature yesterday on Infrequently Asked Questions. What’s scary is that I actually recognize one of the FAQs. And I know the answer.

The Humans, the Syreen, the Chmmr and Spathi.

Scary.

Kevin Smith MARATHON

Okay, well it wasn’t quite a marathon, but I finally saw Dogma on Friday night, Mallrats on Saturday morning, then watched the sneak preview of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back on Saturday night. (Just like some of you.)

I am so glad I saw Dogma and Mallrats before watching J&SBSB, because the whole movie was one long in-joke (interspersed with way too many homosexual jokes).

The large group of people is back in the house. They all gathered Thursday night, and left Friday morning to go to some big airsoft thing in Reno. No more than 30 minutes after everyone is in the house, and two people are taking showers and everyone’s in separate rooms, the circuit breaker trips… first time in this house. The scary thing is that it didn’t really take much more than we normally use on a daily basis to trip it. We’re livin’ life on the line, baby!

I started to organize my comics again today, but got most of the way through before realizing I’m going to need another longbox.

I was bored earlier today, so I hooked up ye olde SNES and played Super Metroid once through. Damn, I love that game.

Gasoline!

I realized yesterday that the gas gauge on my car was only at half a tank, but then thought back to when I actually bought gas last. It was two weeks ago. At this rate, a tank of gas is going to last me a month.

It’s amazing what not having to drive to Oakland once or twice a week does to save on time and money.

Of course, now that I’m using so little gas, prices have dropped $.40 from the last time I checked.

Mutual dumbassness

So I’m looking at my online bank statement and I see a large charge which I don’t recognize with a check number way higher than my current checks, so I call up BofA and get a customer service representative. She says that sometimes transactions will get assigned arbitrary check numbers if they’re authorized via other means, but I couldn’t remember anything for that amount. So she puts me on hold.

About ten seconds later it occurs to me that it’s the large setup charge for the DSL that I paid via PacBell’s e-bill service, and I wait for the lady to come back on the line, thinking of the way to make myself look the least like a dumbass.

About a minute later I look down at the phone and realize that she didn’t put me on hold, she hung up on me.

Oh well. No harm done, right? I didn’t authorize anything to be cancelled, and this way I don’t have to embarrass myself in front of her.

Dumbass mistakes cancel each other out, and the karma of the universe is maintained.