This is going to be a random zuihitsu style post.
I was asked by a houseguest today if we have fast internet. My answer: we’re supposed to. That’s not a good answer. So I installed some updates. I tested it at speakeasy, and then on Facebook playing Bejeweled Blitz. Screaming.
This weekend, we went to the Outlets way north of town. I got some new khakis at The Gap, and I impulse-purchased a pair of boxer briefs with ghosts on them, as well as a man bag. I now carry a man bag.
Content of my man-bag yesterday when we attened our niece’s 3rd birthday party at Planet Jump: notebook, novel, pen, Sunday crossword, deck of cards, various colored dice, GPS, digital camera, cell phone, keys.
Man bag? It’s a purse.
Saw a pretty good movie last night, Saint Ralph, about a boy who thinks that if he can perform a miracle by winning the 1954 Boston Marathon, it will wake his mother from a coma. Tell me this, why do I care at all to ask why they decided to set the film in Canada (except for the Boston part)?
Yeah, “random Zuihitsu” is redundant.
My damn mac mini broke. I know we don’t use the term “broke” for complicated electronics anymore, but that’s how I’m calling it. I took it in, and in the meantime, I can’t update my runs logged from the Nike+ app on my iPods. So, my desktop screen saver, an avatar that reflects my running progress, is showing me playing with a paddle ball, lamenting my lack of running. I’ve logged 30 miles since the mac mini broke, you little bastard.
Saturday night I got stupid drunk. Stupid drunk is when you’re too stupid to stop. One beer, one glass of Michter’s, three manhattans. I should not have had the third manhattan. I probably should not have had the second, truth be told.
My spell checker allows lower case-m “manhattans” in the plural, but in the singular, insists that I capitalize.
I ran 10 miles this morning. I couldn’t find the key pocket in my new shorts (got them at the outlets yesterday). Then I discovered I had the wrong shoes on (got dressed in the dark). But then when I changed shoes I found the key pocket. The run went fine after that.
I didn’t watch the game yesterday, but from what I read, the Seahawks played like a practice team against the Colts. I didn’t watch but one quarter of Saturday’s game, but the Huskies got beat up by the Notre Dame thugs. Last night, the Mariner’s won their season finale. Didn’t watch that one either. That’s it for sports; here’s Tom with the weather.
I used a man bag all last summer! I found it a great way to keep things organized while on my cruise to the Caribbean, and once I was back on dry land.
You could typically find my camera, room key, passport, wallet, and random pieces of paper that were stuffed into the bottom on any given day.
I also found it great to haggle with the locals over the final price of my man bag.