7:48 AM
Got some bad news last night as Patrick & Leo announced that the room was overbooked for NJ on Sunday. That sort of killed plans to go as I was dragging two less than enthusiastic friends with me. If we got there and there were 800 people in a 400 person room, well, that would be the end of two friendships. Plus one booked himself to go to Long Island the night before (knowing weeks in advance that we had these plans in NJ), just so he could feed his obsessive need to see Aerosmith

You know, I've never been a concert goer. It's just one thing I never had a big interest in. If I did go to concerts I'd probably go see a band I like and that would be it. In this case, my friend is going to see Aerosmith 5 to 8 times this summer. Why? God only knows. Saturday night will be his second show in a week and he paid a god awful amount just to get last minute tickets. I just don't see the point. But that's me.

Thrashie is circling my chair saying "feed me, feed me, please please feed me." Just getting the cat thing out of the way again to certify that I'm a geek. Thrashie is actually my sister's cat. Not sure who officially owns her now, but I feed her and give her shots and I'm the one she yells at if they're not on time. However, she's officially my sister's cat and my sister's responsibility. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Off to shower and get ready for the day. My dad has a CAT scan this morning on his trache tube. Not sure if I'm taking him or if my mom is taking him. Nothing life threatening this time. Just not fitting his throat properly. I'll tell you this now: don't smoke. If you do, stop. You don't want to be 56 years old and with a tube in your throat to breathe. Don't give me that "well at 56, I'll be half dead anyway" stuff ... just stop.

Sorry to preach, but I've seen what smoking does to people. One of the reasons I'm still around the folks is that he's screwed himself up so much by doing dumbass things over the years that my mom can't take care of him by herself. I'm not going to gloss it over, everything he has could have been avoided if he had used a little common sense when he was young or a little common sense now. Everything.

On that note, finally to the shower and starting the day.

k9

6:16 PM
Friday is going out with a whimper. I still have to sign in to work some tonight and I really need a nap. Instead, I'm sitting here Blogging again.

Bubbagump is home from the vet and has a huge animal collar on to stop him from licking his stitches. Don't ask. The infection was huge and there's a lot of stitches and gross things that probably would make me faint if it were me.

I don't have a stomach for anything. Right now it's hard because this is my cat. He knows I'm going to make things okay but he has exposed stitches and a thing on his side to drain the infection and part of me just wants to scream and run away when I have to look at it or clean his wound off. But I can't. He's my responsibility and I have to get over my lack of a stomach to do what's best for my pet.

I'm sure parents go through this a lot. I hope one day to be a father and hopefully this is good training for that but you know, there's still that part of me deep deep inside that's going "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew" to the thought of facing this with anyone else.

Lara Croft was a big issue today in chat when I was there. Boobs and Guns actually made it to the TechTV airwaves. I thought it was cute that Stacee and Adam saw the movie together to provide a review. Adam had to take the PC approach to the movie because he's out numbered by women 5 to one on that set. It was great that Steve said something so over the line that nearly everyone just gave him a blank stare and I swear Robyn was about to zaaaaaaaaaaap him with those magic eye beams.

Personally, I never saw the point to the tomb raider games. I have a friend who is tre obsessed with Tomb Raider. She loves the puzzles and can figure it out and really get into what Lara is doing. But me? I tried the first game. I didn't know what the heck I was doing. I couldn't figure out how to get past some dogs or through a really dumb maze and I spent more time wondering why she's in an ice cavern in short shorts. Okay I know the answer, to get guys like me to buy the game.

Today's coverage was also kind of funny because in describing how ridiculous the movie was with the sexplotation angle Stacee may have actually encouraged more of us to go see the movie. I'm sorry but I'm a guy, I have guy hormones, and when Stacee started going on and on about how Lara took a shower in the film and demonstrated how she arched her back and flaunted herself it came off as, well, kinda steamy. I wanted to see the movie for half a second after that.

I'll probably end up seeing it with my usual group of friends. I don't go to movies that often and there's reasons why. Usually what I see is great FOR ME, but my friends hate it. So in picking a movie, it's best to let them suggest so I can't take the blame for dragging them to see something god awful.

Case in point: Dungeons and Dragons.

I went to see D&D with my friend Evil Jim and my Aerosmith obsessed friend Kevin. Neither really wanted to see the movie but they went because I wanted to see it.

We get to the theatre and Kevin sits on one side of Evil Jim and I sit on the other. This was to prevent Evil Jim from walking out on the picture, which he has a long history of doing.

Two minutes into the movie he turns to me and says "Die."

It continued for two hours.

I'm loving the movie (even if it was a C movie), I'm sitting there with my nachos and my soda and I'm smiling and I'm psyched. But any time I look at Evil Jim he snarls "You are dead."

The only thing that kept me alive at the end of the movie was the fact that throughout the movie I knew I was dead and I knew Evil Jim was a big D&D fan. So I came up with 10 or 12 probing questions about D&D in relation to the movie that got him to talk about the movie in a way that wouldn't end up with him punching me in the face. Which, by nature, he should done have as soon as the lights went on.

I still got punched -- well, in the arm, mind you, and hard -- but at least it wasn't the face and it wasn't in a way that would do any damage.

This time if we go to a movie, it'll be a Kevin suggestion to Evil Jim. That way I'm not blamed for anything that happens as KEVIN suggested the movie, not me, and it's KEVIN who will get punched in the arm -- not me.

Maybe I'm getting wise as I get older. I don't know.

Out for now.

k9

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