The 25th
This is absolutely pointless but it bothers me for some stupid reason. The announcer for CTV who does the promos seems to end them every time with the line "Only on CTV" except he doesn't say CTV like a normal person would. He says "Only on CT (uselessly dramatic pause) fee" CT-fee? What the hell is that? Say vee, not fee.
I think maybe I need to concentrate on not letting stupid things like that bother me.
Speaking of TV that bothers me, I downloaded the series premiere of Six Degrees hoping that the latest offering from J.J. Abrams, the creator of Lost, might be really good. Unfortunately, it's not. In fact, it's terrible and I am definitely not in the demographic for this show. It's like some romantic drama that moves so quickly and tries to cram so much drama and character development into one show that it just doesn't sit right. Not to mention the extremely lame voiceover at the first and the end. I almost didn't watch past the first minute because it was already making me queasy. Then they threw in a whole bunch of gross music and suddenly it felt like I was watching some new version of 90210.
Basically, unless you like sappy romantic dramas set in N.Y. with a bunch of trendy and high powered individuals then don't watch Six Degrees. I'm actually kind of glad I don't like it because I don't need any more TV to watch. Thanks, J.J.
The 20th
Neil and I hung out in an alley for a bit tonight and then came back here to do some blow and play Russian Roulette. Yet another fucked up scene for his new movie.
The 10th
Cory and Lauren are visiting for a little while and their wedding shower was today so I went to that and ate a bunch of desserts. They came over tonight to watch the season premieres of The Simpsons (not good at all) and Family Guy (hilarious), and while we sat around Lauren spent the evening putting together the pieces for their wedding invitations. They will all be handmade invites, reply cards, and envelopes which is WAY to much work if you ask me. They look good though but, man, that's a lot of work.
There are tentative plans to head to Charlottetown on Thursday with them to get some Mac stuff and then eat at Royal Tandoor. Oh, butter chicken, I hope you are prepared for an onslaught at the buffet table.
The 6th
Tonight was spent at the lanes with Laine, Bryanna and Shawn. We went to the Kensington rec centre to bowl since our city is too lame to open a bowling alley. I was surprised that there were only four lanes but we had free reign over the place since no one else showed up to bowl.
Bryanna took some stellar action shots while we played our two games. I stunk badly but I did finally learn how to properly mark the score each frame. Took me a while because I'm not so good with simple logic apparently, and I'll no doubt forget what I learned by the time I go bowling again.
Renting shoes and the cost to play was actually super cheap, which is an incentive to make the drive there to play once in a while. I like the pin system too because they aren't on strings like the ones at the bowling alley we used to have here. One button drops the machinery down to grab the still-standing pins and an arm drops down after that to rake the pins off the alley. For some reason, I found it just added to the fun.
I swear that if I get stinking rich, I will buy a bowling alley—just like a go-cart track—to call my own. Weekends will be spent racing around a track as much as I want and bowling as many frames as I want to. I'll stock the place with goodies, a juke box with Blueberry Hill, a disco ball, kick ass bowling shirts and shoes, and dozens and dozens of bowling balls of all descriptions. I will have my own that no one else can use, though. It will be translucent blue, with swirls of creamy white inside and full of sparkles. Kind of like a big marble. I'd also have one that was clear and had a 3-D hologram of Don Knott's head in it.
Big, pointless dreams of stupid things I could spent lottery winnings on. The Don Knott's ball would be pretty sweet to have anyway though if I ever join a league in K-town or something.
The 5th
Shawn and Bryanna arrived on PEI last weekend so, naturally, there was a barbecue at Shawn's on Sunday. Melissa and Tyler brought homemade ribs and, sweet missy, they were tasty. I imagine that will be the last barbecue of the season so at least it sort of went out with a bang. Lots of people, lots of food.
Speaking of lots of food, we hit the Royal Tandoor in Charlottetown the other day. I drove up there with Nathan, Laine, Shawn and Bryanna for the afternoon to shop and stuff but the main event was an Indian buffet. And I stuffed myself until I could stuff no more. Butter chicken, curry beef, naan bread, curry vegetables, these fried curry onion ball things, and a whole bunch of other curry dishes I was too full to even try. It was a curry extravaganza and I'm craving it again already. I can't get over how good the food was and I just want to eat five plates of butter chicken and naan bread next time I go. Delicious, delectable, curry-tastic butter chicken.
After managing to fit my seatbelt around my bloated waistline, I drove to the cat house because Bryanna had never been there. There seemed to be less kitties around which was surprising since the lawn in front of the house was littered with fish heads and miscellaneous fish parts that the fishermen brought them. It was disgusting and it reeked. I'm just glad it wasn't a hot, humid day or I would have been sick.
The tiny, grey kitten from last time was gone so hopefully he found a home. The raccoons returned though; three of them all at once. They descended upon the food dishes and crunched away even though a kitty, who wouldn't take any raccoon guff, gave one of the raccoons a hard time and a few good swats to the head. They even ate food from our hands but it freaked me out too much so I didn't let them eat from mine for very long. They just sat on their fat asses in front of the dishes and robbed food from the poor cats.