Note to anyone waiting for an email response: it’s coming soon. I cheated tonight and sat through Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, and Son of Frankenstein all in a row. I’m taping Young Frankenstein at midnight. That’s my half-assed concession to Hallowe’en.
Speaking of half-assed, how about this stream of one-paragraph updates…
A disclaimer: I only eat at McDonald’s when there’s pretty much no other viable fast food option. The food’s just too bad to cope with on a regular basis, even with my significant tolerance for crap.
That said, what’s up with their much-publicized new “made fresh for you” system? Seems the only difference is that the same miserable-tasting food now takes twice as long to be served. Especially if you’re in line behind some soccer mom agonizing over which Beanie Baby to choose. McDonald’s only advantage (ubiquity aside) used to be speed. Now they don’t even have that…
One of the biggest things I’d miss about living in a large urban area would be the ability to get around without a car. Even though I actually have one, I almost never drive it in the city. It’s just too much of a pain in the ass, given parking, traffic, and the alarming recent increase in the number of idiots on the streets. It’s usually easier just to walk most places I go, or sometimes to take a bus. My car is pretty much for trips to the supermarket and, more importantly, for trips OUT of the city.
Tonight, we took BART to Oakland for dinner, followed by a long walk. When I lived in Charlotte, we never took a train to Gastonia for dinner. In Greensboro, a fairly large city, I don’t think any of the bus routes even operate after about 6:00 at night. Tonight’s trip took maybe ten minutes longer than driving would have and the frustration level was almost non-existant.
I love having a car, but I also love not HAVING to have a car.
David’s first rule of casual copulation: in the rare event that one’s house is completely clean one evening, no potential sex partner will see it, no matter how promising things may look early in the evening. Period.
The laundry is done, the dishes are washed, and the floors are vacuumed, and I’m sitting here watching “Badfinger: Behind the Music“, all by my lonesome. That’s OK; I did have nice cheap sex earlier with a boy in very convincing bike messenger drag, among others. But I rather wanted to bring someone home. And I thought I was going to at one point. Oh well…
Things I love tonight:
Things I hate tonight:
At least the people of Missouri apparently had the good sense to realize that a dead Democrat was better than a live Republican as a candidate for the US Senate. It’s a pity that slightly more than half of the country couldn’t show the same good judgment by electing a different dead Democrat to the presidency.
I’m going to bed. I may move to Canada tomorrow.
Maybe I spoke too soon…
Where I actually had dinner tonight:
Where I fantasized about having dinner tonight:
Sorry for the Beavis and Butthead moment here, but I just saw this commercial featuring some grandfatherly old pharmacist who managed to keep a straight face as he discussed this wonderful new skin-care product called Zim’s Crack Creme. Obviously this name was decided without the moderating influence of a corporate marketing department.
More later about elections, meeting a nice guy last night, and more, but I had to get this one posted before I forgot…