An adult weekend
And by adult, I mean boring. I defrosted my freezer so I could pry out and throw away the ravioli and frozen vegetables trapped in an inch of ice by the blackout. I went shopping for a dish strainer, a trash can, pot holders and multi-purpose cleaner. I did laundry. I went to bed at 10 last night.
On the more exciting side, I saw American Splendor. I recommend it. The way it mixes the real Harvey Pekar and the guy playing Harvey Pekar is a little weird at first, though. Harvey draws a lot of stick figures, which reminded me of Clark. Harvey also reminded me a little of Paul. I think they own some of the same striped polo shirts.
Words to live by
Here are lyrics to two songs getting a lot of play in my CD player recently (and not just because my apartment is kind of lonely without music).
"I know the world's a bitch, don't get me wrong. You gotta give the world the finger. You gotta sing a happy song." -Rhett Miller, "Your Nervous Heart"
"Vinegar tears, salt in my wounds, and ketchup like my poor, bleedin' heart." -The Saw Doctors, "Chips"
And by adult, I mean boring. I defrosted my freezer so I could pry out and throw away the ravioli and frozen vegetables trapped in an inch of ice by the blackout. I went shopping for a dish strainer, a trash can, pot holders and multi-purpose cleaner. I did laundry. I went to bed at 10 last night.
On the more exciting side, I saw American Splendor. I recommend it. The way it mixes the real Harvey Pekar and the guy playing Harvey Pekar is a little weird at first, though. Harvey draws a lot of stick figures, which reminded me of Clark. Harvey also reminded me a little of Paul. I think they own some of the same striped polo shirts.
Words to live by
Here are lyrics to two songs getting a lot of play in my CD player recently (and not just because my apartment is kind of lonely without music).
"I know the world's a bitch, don't get me wrong. You gotta give the world the finger. You gotta sing a happy song." -Rhett Miller, "Your Nervous Heart"
"Vinegar tears, salt in my wounds, and ketchup like my poor, bleedin' heart." -The Saw Doctors, "Chips"
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