Miscellany
No update yesterday, for I spent the day racking up some parental slack
points (which I technically don't need, but there you go) by hanging out
with my parents for mothers' day. And that was pretty much it. Laundry
was done (I'm such a lazy bastard, I save up my laundry to do at my parents
house whenever they invite me over for some reason, which is about once
every two weeks), much food was consumed (I grilled steaks. mmm.) and there
was napping and general conversation. Woo-hoo.
This weekend's consumed book: _Guards, Guards_ by Terry Pratchett, which
I managed to acquire at last. Some people don't like Terry Pratchett. Some
people are quite, quite insane. Now if he would just do a story with
unicorns and magically large bladders, our lives would be complete.
This weekend's consumed magazines: _Guns & Ammo_ (I subscribed to this at
least four years ago for no particular reason. They haven't stopped sending
it to me since. This is not a victory for 'small bits of paper' accounting.),
and _National Geographic Adventure_. Yes, _Adventure_, the Geographic's
attempt to be young and hip. At least 30% advertising by weight, with product
reviews and pre-chewed and digested articles for the young and infirm,
Geographic Adventure combines the "satisfaction NOW, damn you!" attitude of
the Nintendo Generation with the wacky modern art layout of Wired (complete
with wildly fluctuating font sizes) and a dollop of more trendy and
adventurous content which wasn't beefy enough to make it into the
Geographic proper. Color me unimpressed.
This Weekend's VCR Fodder: _Black Dog_. Mmm. Trucks. Lots of trucks. Lots
and lots of trucks. Truck, truck, truck.
Today's new feature: 'Costume Boy Watch'. Yes, now I'll list sightings of
Tallahassee's own super-hero, Costume Boy. I'm also certain I'll find
photos eventually. But for the uninitiated, Costume Boy is a brave defender
of truth and justice who, for no readily apparent reason, jogs through town
wearing superhero costumes or, when those are in the wash, random costumes
from wherever he can find them (one day he was a pirate). Every morning, he
jogs down the sidewalk of mighty Pensacola Street, waving cheerily to the
citizens who roar down that great thoroughfare as he keeps them safe from
all those who would prevent people from running around in spandex (or,
alternately, pirate costumes). Costume Boy stands as a shining beacon in
the night for all those who would seek to become local celebrities through
sheer determination. More on this story as it develops.
Today's Costume Boy Sighting: 7:50, heading East down Pensacola Street,
wearing a Superman costume.
The Morning Weather: Cool and sunny.
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