So it’s come to this

Work is making me take a day off.

See, I’m what the kids like to call a “workaholic.”  I don’t know what to do with myself when I have days off.  But since Monday was a holiday (and since I don’t work Mondays), the company owes me a day and now I have to take tomorrow off.

My brother tells me I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.  After all, they are paying me.  And true, it’s one less day of being babysat by Bill before he retires (and actually, I’m not sure I’m going to see him before he retires since he’s taking today and Friday off and I’ll be cross-training on days next week…).  But on the other hand, what am I going to do?  I’m notorious for doing as little as possible on my “weekends.”  So should I just hang out at home in my pjs and let Anthony Hopkins teach me about the dangers of appeasement (Netflix is sending me Remains of the Day)?  Or should I get out of the house and do something?  But that means I might spend money, and I don’t have money, especially since I’m going to be getting my car fixed while we’re on vacay (rust removal).  And if I do something, what should I do?  Do I want to see a movie (except I just saw a movie…)?  Should I go shopping (I don’t need to go shopping, really)?  And if I’m not at work, then that means I’m losing yet another day on the side project I’m working on.  And also if I’m not working, that means I have to endure the scorn of everyone else in the house because I’m not doing anything.  This is why I don’t take days off.  They’re too complicated.  And I’m probably just going to sleep all day anyway.  God, my life sucks.

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I’m feeling a little depressed today.  I shouldn’t, but I do.  Yesterday was a pretty good day, but today was not overly awesome.  And I’m feeling slightly lonely, probably more than I have any reason to.  And work is not looking to be too entertaining this evening.  Bah.

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Dude, I closed a bar last weekend.  I’ve never done that before.  It was just a nice relaxing night out with some work peoples.  I watched some pool (if I tried to play, that would be suckitude in action) and just hung out.  And suddenly it was 3 am and we had to leave because the bar was closed.  And a note to whoever hijacked the jukebox after Tripp and Dave put money in: if you’re going to play Hall & Oates, pick good Hall & Oates, not Your Kiss is on My List Hall & Oates.  I was seriously expecting Andrew McCarthy to walk in (and Jon Cryer or Anthony Michael Hall to be wearing a strange hat, possibly a boater).

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Went to see the new Indiana Jones movie last night with Broseph.  It was good escapist fun, but I wasn’t buying it even before the WTF ALIENS!!  stuff.  Seriously, Indy should have died about 15 times.  And if George Frikkin Lucas is involved, he and his people ought to be able to do a better job of convincing me that Hamburger Heaven can swing from tree to tree like George of the Jungle.  Some of the effects were, shall we say… lacking (like the cars over the waterfalls business and Cate Blanchett getting attacked by a money army). 

However, we do get lucky.  The film features Alan ” Caleb Nichol” Dale, Neil ”Janitor” Flynn (who has appeared with Harrison Ford before) and Karen “I think I’m in love with a retard” Allen (who still looks amazing, by the way – has she aged at all since Animal House?).  Oh and by the way, Karen shows up to deliver exactly the kind of news that you would expect (yes, it involves the Godly Gift of Beef). 

Anyway, it’s pretty funny and they don’t try to pretend Harrison Ford isn’t old.  And there’s whip-cracking action.  So as far as films go, it does what it say on the tin and doesn’t suck, which is more tham you can say for most new releases. 

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If I was Cate Blanchett, I would be totally pissed:

Seriously.  That’s what Cate Blanchett would like like if she were ugly.  That thing looks kind of like me, but with worse hair.  And yes, she does crazy thigh things in the movie, but that’s ridiculous.   

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And finally, a note to Red Robin: A slight pox on you.  I like my cheese melted all the way on my cheeseburger.  I have had more pleasing cheese experiences at McDonalds.  That said, the steak-frites were delicious.