ihavebeenfloated

So… Tiffany (my supervisor at work) and I went to Boomers in El Cajon yesterday. It was fairly cool. We played on their relatively disappointing minature golf course. We both suck pretty badly at minigolf, if I had to pick which one of us sucked worse, I say we both sucked so bad that it’s relatively impossible to subjectively decide on who was worse. I gave up trying to keep score on the second third hole.

We went there mostly for the Rock Wall, as I’ve always wanted to climb one and never have, and Tiffany… well, I’m not sure how she felt about the rock wall before hand. I looked at it and quickly remembered my fear of heights, but after golf I wanted to do it. I climbed my side, Tiffany freaked out about two feet off the ground, which is OK. Then he said I could try out the other sides if I wanted, and I decided to go for the two “harder” sides.

“Harder” apparently means they put on all the grippers upside down so there is absolutely nothing to grip on. Oh, yeah, and it was raining so the wall was already really slick. I felt kind of jewed out of my moment of glory, as there was no way in hell anyone could climb that shit, much less someone as terribly out of shape as me.

Tiffany told me later that while I was struggling on the difficult side, the guy turned to her and said, “Little kids climb those sides all the time.”

Asshole.

Anyway… I followed Tiffany around while she played redemption games (e.g.: receiving tickets, not making up for your sins) and carried her tickets for her. I felt a bit like a father, following my daughter around, trying to look entertained. It was kind of cool, actually.

We gave all 209 tickets to some guy who had a little boy, he didn’t look quite as appreciative as I would have liked. If I was Tiffany, I would have said, “Fine, whatever man, give them back if you don’t care, you ass.” Then I would have handed them directly to the kid who would appreciate the act more. Adults are just naturally suspicious freaks, thinking things like, “Why is this person giving me free stuff? Do they want to have sex with my child?”

We went to KFC. I barely ate anything because at this point I was extremely exhaustive and becoming delusional. I gave her a hard time about this whole “people don’t need to open doors for me” bullshit thing she has. It was rather funny, though I think she was mildly annoyed, but I have little to no tolerance for people’s little quirks that make no sense to me.

Didn’t do any writing this weekend. That sucks. I went to the library to scope out their computer systems to see if sitting there and writing on them was a possibility. It’s not. I expected a cozy library like atmosphere… but it’s not. It’s like dirty trashy people central. Why I expected intelligent (and clean) people to be at a library using the public computers is completely beyond me, I guess I’m naive. Back to the drawing board on that one.

Anyone have an old laptop they don’t want anymore?

I put my Nintendo DS up on craigslist for sale.

I would like a pair of these earphones if anyone has $130 lying around, burning a hole in your pocket, or something.

The Donnie Darko: The Director’s Cut DVD comes out in three days. Yes, I already pre-ordered it even though I shouldn’t have. Can’t wait. Maybe Richard will explain exactly why he wanted to go from leaving the movie vague to practically rubbing the goddamn Philosophy of Time Travel in our fucking faces in the commentary. That would be nice. I love the choice, but I would like to know why. I would like a “Brad’s Director’s Cut” where it cuts all that extra graphical shit out, leaves the movie still vague, but contains all the other great character development.

Also: What the fuck is wrong with the world?

Have I mentioned lately that I love my iPod? It acted funny on me yesterday, and forgot the ‘last played’ dates and the ratings for about 80 tracks on me when I plugged it into my computer. That pissed me off, but it’s OK. Might be an Anapod glitch.