Le Geek, C'est Chic

On my long holiday weekend, I:

Finally got around to watching Aeon Flux.

Cleaned my kitchen and living room using only the powers of PineSol and the Grease of my Elbow. Two of my friends came by and they both said the same thing "You can smell PineSol from OUTSIDE." My mom? Would be SO proud.

Updated Angie's resume.

Took a lot of naps. Felt guilty about none of them.

Had beers with Misty.

Went to the wedding of a friend of mine from work who has been planning it since the first day I started working here. Geeked out about Spiderman 3 with a co-workers husband.

Pondered why I have so many fucking VHS tapes. Seriously. WHY? And why can't I throw them out?!

Realized I am old because I used to want gift certificates for things like CDs and books, and now if someone gave me a gift certificate to Lowe's I'd kiss them right on their face.

Spent 2 hours reading Kevin Smith's blog, where he writes about things like checking his email while taking his morning shit. Kevin, I'm not *that* big of a fan. Then he'd say something so fucking clever and I'd keep reading.

Got lost in Wikipedia and now I know way too much about things like heroin and rock climbing.

Missed part of a really cool educational show because I flipped past House Hunters and there was the most adorable gay couple looking for a house. I tried to stop myself, but then one of them said "This is gonna be a problem.. every room has a different style ceiling fan."

Tried to come to grips with the shame of being so easily amused.

Saw the Devil Wears Prada with Suzie & CJ. Realized my sister and I have the same brand of raucous laughter. Loved us.

Got to hang out with My Family (bbq) and also Angie (enchiladas!). (Is is just me or does Angie Enchiladas kinda sound like a mob nickname?)

Watched the original Dawn of the Dead on IFC while talking to Megan. Completely geeked out with her when we realized Ken Foree (Peter) was the TV evangelist in the remake. Then, debated about who would win in a fight, Peter from Dawn of the Dead, or Samuel L. Jackson... as.. himself.

Watched Gone with the Wind. Twice.

Repaired the leak in my shower. Sort of. (yay, I'm sort of handy!)

Tried to explain Netflix to my Dad. Contemplated suicide.