Sunday, November 05, 2006

We had a long weekend.

I was offered a job doing tech support (in the same building as I worked in before, no less) for decent cash. The class starts on the 13th.

Thursday, I went to see the Cramps. It’s the second time I’ve caught them. They never fail to excite and entertain. The Groovie Ghoulies opened. They didn’t seem to have a set list; they played whatever requests the audience happened to shout out. They put on a good show as well. I didn’t have much cash to see the show, so I couldn’t get a shirt so I settled on a plastic pill box.

We had to dog-sit for my partner’s parents since they were out of town for the weekend. We headed there on Friday night. Their house is far on the other side of town; a huge McMansion. I don’t mind going over there, but sleeping in someone else’s bed sucks.

Saturday morning, we were hungry so we headed to Einstein’s Bagels (about the only place in Las Vegas that comes close to being a cafĂ©). They murdered my bagel and couldn’t even make a latte. We sat down outside so we could eat and smoke. We noticed a bird that was missing a claw. I felt so sad and disgusted; but that bird seemed like most of the sheep that was going in and out of the restaurant.

That night, we went to the Devo show. I saw an ex-girlfriend. We got a shirt and some buttons. I thought Mark Mothersbaugh looked exactly like his father. He’s getting older. They didn’t play “Worried Man”, but I’ll live.

Not much else to report, I’m afraid.

Friday, November 03, 2006

In the news today, someone found about 300 letters to god floating in the ocean of the Atlantic City coast. A sample:

A teenager poured out her heart on yellow-lined paper in the curlicue pencil handwriting of a schoolgirl, begging God to forgive her and asking for a second chance.
"Lord, I know that I have had an abortion and I killed one of your angels," she wrote. "There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about the mistake I made."
One unwed mother wrote that her baby was due in four weeks, and asked God to make the father fall in love with her and marry her so the child would have a father.

I’m actually crying; of course my tears flow easily.

Insert bad joke here.