Saturday, 11 December 2004: I feel like Katie and I hardly have a chance to go out and see any movies anymore. It seems like the opportunity for the two of us to escape our reality and enter the surreal existence of Hollywood characters has been a bit stymied. Could be the fact that we each have a job and a half as well as being part-time students. Or maybe it's just the fact that so many movies being released these days look like pieces of celluloid tripe. Ah, six of one...
However, when we do get our chance to get to theater in recent months, we have done so in style. Usually a couple movies at a tiime. This weekend it was Ocean's Twelve and Spanglish. Both of which we've been wanting to see for a while. Unfortunately, we left Ocean's Twelve a bit deflated considering our expectations going in. Spanglish more than made up for it, though. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend seeing it.
Friday, 10 December 2004: I just had to share this, Katie has an uncanny ability to figure out endings to TV shows and movies well before they happen. When we went to see The Sixth Sense the first time, she announced "he (Bruce Willis) is dead" about 10 minutes in and we both spent the rest of the movie piecing it all together to see if her hypothesis was supported.
Last night, we were watching The O.C. (which, by the way, has gotten better since my recap a couple of weeks ago. Not as good as last season, but better than the earlier episodes from this season), and Katie pieced together the surprise twist at the end of the episode after about 15 minutes. Not that it shouldn't have been obvious as daylight, but I just try to sit there with very little discernible brain functioning while I watch the show. I find it makes the show that much better (I assume that people who enjoy daytime soap operas must act in a very similar manner but stepped up another notch or two or three). So, figuring out what's going to happen is not much of an option.
Lo and behold, she was right again.
And, admittedly, it was a nice twist.
Thursday, 9 December 2004: I won't lie and say that I was a huge Pantera or Damageplan fan. But I was floored all the same this morning when I heard that the lead guitarist for those bands, Dimebag Darrell (Darrell Abbott), was shot dead on stage at the beginning of a Damageplan concert last night in Columbus, Ohio.
My friend Wiggy and I saw Dimebag, then known as "Diamond Darrell," perform with Pantera on the Vulgar Display of Power tour in 1993 at the Aragon Ballroom. It was a great show and Darrell showed why he was so highly regarded in guitar circles. The man could shred like few others I've heard.
I think the person I feel most sorry for in this whole situation is Darrell's brother Vinnie Paul (Vincent Abbott) who was the drummer for Pantera and Damageplan and was on stage performing as well when he was shot. To be sitting there and see your brother shot dead right in front of your eyes. I doubt there was anything Vinnie could reasonably do to stop it, but you know that he's going to beat himself up mentally wondering how he could have saved his brother's life. That's gonna be tough. It's something I hope I never have to endure. But it's unwarranted guilt and self blame. There was nothing you could do, Vinnie.
RIP Darrell. You will be missed.
Wednesday, 8 December 2004: Katie wanted me to add on the site that, on my birthday, she made me breakfast in bed. She decided to try to make one of my favorite meals as a surprise. So she comes walking in with a plate of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese along with birthday candles stuck in between a hot dog and its bun.
Okay, so it's not your typical birthday meal and it's a far from typical breakfast. But I loved it all the same. I just wish I had taken a picture of the hot dog with the candles. Quite amusing. And yummy.
Tuesday, 7 December 2004: Good news on the Cubbie front... shortstop Nomar Garciaparra has been resigned to a one year/$8 million (plus incentives) contract while second baseman Todd Walker has been resigned to a one year/$2.5 million contract with an option for 2006. Very nice. And arbitration has been offered to outfielder Todd Hollandsworth and starting pitcher Matt Clement. I would like to see both return and I'm happy to see that the Cubs are willing to work out the contract differences. Here's hoping.
Welcome back Todd and Nomar. We're happy to have you both back on board.
Monday, 6 December 2004: Some good news came in yesterday via our realtor. Well, it's good news so long as everything works out. But anyway, the realtor selling the townhome to us let us know that the sellers are willing to move up the closing date to Monday, December 20. That would give us three more days to get stuff moved in before Christmas hits and also makes it easier to schedule movers to take care of our God-awful amount of furniture. Pending our loan being secured in time, the move in on the 20th should work out just fine. We are willing, they are willing, why not go for it, right?
Sunday, 5 December 2004: So how did I celebrate my birthday? Doing exactly what I wanted to do... nothing.
I know, I know. I've heard it several times at work... "how can you not want to celebrate a milestone like your 30th birthday?" Well, let me tell you, I just don't care about my birthday. It's just another day and I don't care much for making a big deal about it. Katie and I went out to dinner with my parents last weekend (joint celebration for my brother and me) and we went out with her parents this weekend. I don't mind just having a few people around and going out to dinner so long as the focus is not on my birthday. I don't want big parties. I don't want a lot of people around. That's just not me.
Maybe it stems back to my 25th birthday when I got so blitzed that I don't remember much of it other than the subsequent guilt over the fact that Katie had to nurse me back to health while suffering through her own pre-existing 102-degree fever. I dunno.
But Katie did get me some nice stuff as a gift. She got me a new connector so I can hardwire our iPods to our home stereo, Volume 2 of The Family Guy on DVD, and a beautiful new Fossil watch. I love them all, Katie. Thanks.