My Addled Brain

Currently playing: The Dave Brubeck Quartet - Take Five

I went to Orlando on Thursday to watch the movie with a couple of people I knew from UF, and met with them and their significant others/good friends/completestrangers. A friendly AddledBrain hello to: Gina, Flex, Kristin, Cara (hope I got those last two right), Stacy, Anja, Jane, Keith, Jim, Craig, and everyone else who’s names I can’t possibly be expected to remember. Yes, Gina, this is your cue to e-mail me with everyone’s names I forgot. Not that I plan on posting them, mind you. After the movie, we enjoyed a late dinner at the RainforestCafe, where Keith kept running into the brick wall that was Cara’s libido. Gotta give the man credit for trying, but it just looked painful from where I was sitting. After that, some of us went our separate ways. I ended up sleeping on the top bunk in Gina’s "suite". I’m not sure, but I think a suite should consist of more than a queen size bed and three walled-off single beds, two of which are stacked on top of one another. We stayed up for a while, chatting about whatever, and eventually went to sleep, where I, apparently, snored like a grizzly.

And a correction to the story I told over dinner: the gentleman who’s car I borrowed was not Rich. It was John. AddledBrain apologises to anyone offended with that incorrect statement.

Pictures of our little soiree will be posted as soon as I get my camera back from Gina, whom I conveniently left it with. I am told to expect some interesting pictures that I didn’t take on it, so after I get it back, I’ll decide whether to slap on an 18-or-older splash page on the front of the site. Just because I don’t fear you girls doesn’t mean I trust you.

For those of you who haven’t seen Ep.II yet…shame on you. Yes, everything you heard about the dialogue being cheesy and the acting being wooden is absolutely true. But all of that is made up with what is, quite possibly, one of the most astounding action sequence in the history of film. So switch off the brain and enjoy watching Jedi slap people around with shiny sticks. But you people haven’t been waiting for me to ramble on about the movie, you’ve been waiting for this:

Galactic treason;
A very lame love story.
Yoda kicks your ass.

Saturday was the Turdlet’s birthday. She’s a whopping 6 years old. MCG held a birthday party for her at his house, his first kid’s birthday party. Well, to be more specific, MCGMKAW held the party, but since they’re married and all…but anyway. Screaming little girl hijinx abounded, and lessons were learned. More specifically: when having a piñata at a children’s party, be sure to have a tree to hang it from, and not suspend it on an extension cord between yourself and another male. Plastic mop handle + blindfolded little girl + candy prize = whacked scrotum fun for everyone. Well, maybe not everyone. Since the party was a sleepover, MGC and I treked back to Orlando, to watch Ep.II, this time in the Digital Projection theater. Lemmetellyasomethin. The image from the DLP was amazing. Like I was watching a ginormous® plasma television. Crisp, clear, and nary a stray pixel to be found. If you have one of these theaters within driving distance from you, make the trek; your retinas will thank you. We drove back in the wee hours of the morn, bleary eyed but sated, and I slept on his couch where I, apparently, snored like a grizzly.

Sunday was dinner at the Padre’s new digs. It’s downright wierd to see them in a different house. And it’s even wierder to find them in a two story house. But it’s a very nice house, and their kitchen is sweet. I want their refrigerator. Badly. I realize my lust for their appliances makes me an old person. But I’m perfectly happy to consider myself old if it means I have their fridge. Robby was less impressed, but then again, any house without an evil robot factory in it is no place for him.

* AHEM *

Sorry. What I meant to say was, any house without a morally challenged robot factory in it is no place for him.

* Better. Now, have you seen that Pikachu prototype running around anywhere? I forgot to remove his Asimov protocols, so all he does is squeal "Pika-pika-pik" and randomly hug things. I want electrified four-year-olds, dammit!*

No I haven’t. And Pikachu is so five minutes ago.

* WHAT? Well, what about my army of Bionicle droids? Aren’t THEY hip? *

Oh man. This could take a while…

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