Two Weeks

So again I find myself apologizing almost out missing a day. I want to be consistent and get as possible, both for people reading this and for myself, but life happens.
So as time goes on here, with little to know internet I find myself not needing it so much, I think I might even wait out the weeks here before seeing Chuck (crazy I know), but I just really don't miss youtube, and hulu all that much I suppose.
So how have I been keeping myself busy here? Well Thursday night the flat went out with one of the girls we met on Wednesday night, the older of the two (they were sisters). Went over to a Turkish place, it was pretty durn good. We ate talked it was chill, but it was already overcast then, (more on that in a bit), and it was cold, so we headed over to the mill and came back to the apartment and watched The Boat that Rocked. In America they released a version of the movie that cut out some parts and called it Pirate Radio. It's a lot like Almost Famous in its philosophy, though the story itself is different. Anyway we watched that and had some Yellow Tail, which only cost like $18 so all in all a pretty damn good evening.
Friday morning I headed out to work, the day was pretty gloom the clouds that blew in on Thursday began swell and linger in the air spraying down a cold damp mist. I walked down to work, and got set on the poetry book I had been making the day before. It's going pretty well, and I'm getting the hang of InDesign, which is pretty exciting because it means I can get to work on some other serious projects, which would be sweet. Also as always a good deal of my day was spent editing the nurse book. It's getting a little tedious, I mean this thing is some dense material, it is not fine entertainment. I've done about 120 pages of this, it has taken me a week to read what normally should take me about two hours. Although two pretty sweet things happened at work then. First was that we finally went out to the guitar shop. The guitar my boss was considering buying was a fifty year old German piece of wood. It was only $250 but it wasn't all that good, and while they did refurbish it after they bought it off its previous owner. So I tested it out and recommended that they not buy it. So we just got a ukulele, which was only $60, and for being about the price of a videogame, it was a pretty damn good considering. So then we went back to work and I couldn't really concentrate all that much, but fortunately I didn't really have to, since the day ended soon after. The wine broke out and I had a glass of merlot, then the bossman had two guests, the writer of the nurse book (who had also done a bunch of other shit), and one of New Zealands rising poets, so he invited everyone over and we just chilled. It was interesting talking, though since I felt a little awkward not having a lot to contribute I ended up having two and a half glasses of wine. While I was not totally drunk, I was certainly in the neighborhood. So the conversation shifted over to the ukulele and I was asked to give a demonstration. I had intended to merely play a few chords of House at Pooh Corner, but ended up belting out the entirety of the song. I was fortunately applauded though in retrospect if I hadn't had liquid courage I probably would never have done that.
So after work I headed back to the apartment, kicked back made some dinner then chilled and went to sleep. Nothing much happened in the evening because what started out as a drizzle was now looking like a tropical storm. One which continued even as I woke up this morning. Needless to say it put a stop on any plans of going to the museums or thoughts of walking. Instead I stuck around the apartment, and read comic books. I finally finished the Starman Omnibus my dad sent over and IT WAS AMAZING. Now there are a lot of comic books I like, I mean there are good comics that you read everyday and not to say anything to belittle the sheer talent there is out there, but Starman is on a level apart. I mean it's up there with Gaiman, and Moore, and the comic book titans. The art is stunning, and the characters, oh my god, I love everyone. Every single person who walks onto the scene I love. You have Jack Knight, Ted Knight, the starmen, and you have the O'Dare policeofficers, all of whom are badass. And the villains, damn, The Mist (the daughter of the originalt in the first twenty something issues of the series makes herself as insanely villainous and intriguing as the Joker, and the best of them. Hell Robinson even manages to make the henchmen compelling characters, henchmen! I also reread Siege, and still liked, then finished Blackest Night: Wonder Woman. The beginning half was as good as I remembered, then I got to the ending. What I have to say is that while it was a total copout, it was at least an okay copout, and the rest of the issue was pretty damn good. I also finished my book Illium the ending was a little crazy, but in a good way. It, like its characters, dare to do the unthinkable and that makes it great.
So yeah today was pretty slow, read and lounged until Shabbat ended, then Zack called up Will to go out for half-price drinks at Big Kumara, but I had already had two beers, and was too tired to go out into the rain and wind.
I got an email from the Script Frenzie website so I think I'm going to start work on that soon, in terms of research and outlining. Tomorrow I expect to get some groceries and hopefully do some shit. Until then be well, and if you catch me talk to me, or feel free to comment here.