Oz's Happy Time Sunshine Clubhouse Hour!   -

Ok, so here's how the week went! (In my head. The week in my head. The actual week went pretty much normal, which is to say, 'dumb'. But the things I thought about are as follows!)

Billy, Alex- The e-mails I sent you, that you never got (am I the only one who uses my JGBmail?) (see, how I called it JGBmail? I'm so fun SO FUCKING SMART AND CLEVER HOLY CRAP CAPSLOCK SUCKS), told of my "angle" for the comic strip. I'd been having trouble coming up with a basic premise to blanket everything in. I'll just tell you guys about it next week. It sounds dumb when I type it out. I'll fill you in later. It's gonna rock you so hard!

The quest for my leather jacket returned a cryptic email from The Ex. She's possibly sending my blue coat and a journal to me, but when I asked her if she knew of the leather jacket's whereabouts (if she was keeping it, or if it'd been outsourced to another person), she mysteriously failed to answer. See, not to bag on her, 'cos I don't want to be that kind of former-whatever, but she always had a knack for not answering the important questions. I suspect, usually, because she never learned the value of just being straight with people. Even if the truth sucks, it's kind of important to hear. (I can blame almost half of my behavior post-breakup on the fact that I could never, not once, get a straight answer out of her regarding the nature of 'us'. Except, of course, that we were over. Unless you count making out. see? confusing. Everything else can be blamed on me just being an asshole. But some honesty wouldn't have hurt.) I just wanna know what happened to my jacket, I loved that jacket.

It's friday! I have a coffee table to assemble, a house to clean, some writing to do, and some games to play. There's other things, but y'know...adult stuff. You'd need to leave the room, and if you left, well then who'd read about all the sex I'm gonna have? See, a conundrum. It's better if I just don't say.

Billy's moving in soon! How radically shiny is that? Super shiny! That's how shiny! I forsee a Convergence of Awesome.

hm. I just wondered what might have happened if I'd bother to pay attention in math, gone to MIT, and formulated a theory of matter, space, and quantum-based energy mechanics and named it "The Convergence of Awesome: A Universe Theory". It could've been rad.

Dave.

If you scroll the photoset manually, you can check out my witty annotations. I had to kill a man for those annotations. You have no idea what I went through. Read!

David.

If anyone's even at all remotely interested, I have some fun, friendly flickr links for you! Enjoy!

Firstly, the very cool photos I promised two weeks ago. I don't think I'll ever need to run faster, or jump higher, but it's nice to know that if I wanted to, I totally could!

You may need to adjust your screen to compensate for the totally unexpected shade of green that first picture is producing. The flash brings out some ugly in things.

Next! I spent the weekend, or at least a couple of hours on saturday, setting up the game rig I promised. Complete with photo documentation (link provided directly following your completion of this paragraph)! No strenuous plugging-unplugging required! Simply command, it will obey. The older systems still required a switcher box, with a button corresponding to each of the three consoles. Moving from one system to another will require the use of one (1) "sucker" to reach forward and press the desired button. The newer systems all linked to a spiffy selector that (all by itself) routes to whatever console you have turned on. If you want Xbox, turn it on, the selector will find it and provide for you a bounty of digital goodness. Enjoy!

In other news, Billy sent me the coolest email, it's an oath that (I assume) he made up for the JGB. It's very spiffy. No, I will not share. I just wanted you to know we have an oath. And you would like it if you knew what it was.

Lastly, I just wanted to expound upon the virtues of my wife. She's way cute, and her coolness abounds. It's been one of those hellish time periods for her, and I just thought she deserved a little praise. I love her very much, she puts up with alot from me and the world.

David.

If anyone needs to reach me about a jacket and/or some other stuff I might have left behind, e-mail me at oz@junglegymboys.net. It'd be really great to get those.

Thanks much,

dave

Beautiful day! O', how your majesty doth..art...and perchance...er, I like fridays.

I wanted to give it a little brevity, but y'know, love is complicated. Such is my love for not working, because it's friday! Which I like! As I previously stated!

Today I have to go to the eye doctor to be fitted for x-ray and thermal imaging "thinking" retinas. Man that would be cool, like LaForge in First Contact. I.E.: Star Trek 8: The Last Good One. No, I'm just going for plain ol' driving glasses, 'cos my vision is "the not-hots".  I'd like contacts, but since I pay for insurance that does nothing but make me want to die (really, the benefits are like fourty grand, so me dieing? A minor plus for my wife! In that tragic sort of way!), everything is coming out of pocket. Major suck.

On the brightside, or in the catagory of things that are "The hots(!)", Billy moves in soon! Related to that, but simultaniously in the catagory of "The Not-Hots(!)", I have to clean out his room before he gets here. And that means work. Also, in the very not cool vein of things, our satellite is wierd and fascist, there's a cryptic note on the fridge telling me not to turn it on. All is promised to be explained later. Twice now I've missed my morning episode of Angel. I am not feeling warm and squishy about the state of things.

But, it is the weekend, and that can only hold the promise of gumdrop memories and candy corn dreams.

Except I hate candy corn. It's wierd and not made of food.

Dave.

Played poker last night, me, the Brother-in-Law, B-I-L's friend Matt, and a girl who was really cool but whose name I can't remember. It was my first real game, and I think I played ok, I busted out Matt, then B-I-L and I worked on The Girl's stack until she was forced all-in on a one-dollar blind. Came down to head's up with me and the B-I-L, I was working on a flush draw, he had pocket 2's. I don't remember the order of cards but I went all-in to try and push him. Another 2 came out on the flop, but I still had hope. I was holding hearts in the pocket, with two more on the board. He was winning but if I caught my heart on the river, I could double up with a flush and maybe put him on tilt by dragging a huge pot, a few more hands and it could all go my way. The river comes and I get my heart, leaning forward to claim my prize, I take a closer look, right away something feels off. Indeed, I had made my heart....the TWO of hearts. B-I-L had led me out to the river to make FOUR OF A KIND and bust my flush. I can't even figure the odds, especially in a heads-up game. It was disheartening, but I had trouble getting the smile off my face. It was a great finish, and I kept picturing cameras and Vince van Patton behind me, asking me how I felt about my bad beat. It was a good night. I can't wait 'till Billy moves in and can join the game.

dave.

You know how you get a piece of food stuck between your teeth, and you're never really sure it came out? That totally sucks. It makes my head swell.

So I put in for the time off for the weekend when everyone's here, it'll hopefully get approved. There's a whole new process now, and it's got a kind of fascism thing going on. We'll see how that works out for our heroes. We also bought a five-way selecter so I should (with marginal probability) have our rig all jacked in so everyone can game on their system of choice. It's gonna be the hots. (before my wife can completely make fun of that, I totally made up that slang phrase and I hope it will sweep the nation. It's the hots. You can use that, seriously. For things that are rampant in their sheer asskicking.)

Remember that cool picture I promised you last week? It's totally coming soon!

Dave.

We, as a couple, knocked out a viewing of The Salton Sea tonight. It was her first time, and I think she liked it. I've seen it a number of times, it's on my list. You should check it out. I tried to catch up on some webcomics afterwards whilst she went to catch up on some sleep. I know I have to go back to work tonight, I know it, I just haven't gotten around to accepting it. All this stuff and, y'know, I need a shower, I guess. My hair's a little greasy. The webcomics were unfulfilling, I think I was in the mood for...candy. Maybe a reese's, certainly not Penny Arcade.

I feel dour, but I could just be hungry. I'm gonna see what's on t.v...

Dave.

Woo...and so forth. I'm not gonna do much today except play Medal of Honor: Rising Sun, but first I might eat some ramen. After all that, I might go apply for a job at a gas station, if for nothing else than to not have to go to Wal-mart anymore. EVER. I'll buy my groceries on-line if I can.

Just like my shoes. which were the wrong size for the fourth time in a row. But they'll be right and you'll see how cool they are soon. I totally promise!

Dave.

...I think, after dinner and "husbandly duties" have been attended to today, I'm gonna settle in for some Final Fantasy X. I haven't played it in a while, and it still ranks as my favorite game ever, so I'm overdue. I'd commit to a replay of KOTOR II as well following that, but the end of it really doesn't satisfy, so I can't say I look forward to it with the same anticipation as FFX. And...yeah, so, moving on.

I'm gonna have a cool picture in a few days. Don't worry, you'll like it.

Actually, I think that's about it. Hold on, I'm gonna try to think of something...

Hm, oh well!

Dave.