I can't sleep. So my dear readers, you will be treated to what I did today. Laying on the couch, where I've been sleeping the last week or so, the thought occurs to me that i don't really write much about my day to day activities, desires, and troubles. For someone who believes that the important things are the day to day living things, that's a pretty large whole in my journal. So I think maybe I'll write more about them. Then again, perhaps this fancy will pass overnight.
Last night I got to sleep around 4:30 or 5 a.m. I left the Mercury shortly after 1 a.m., but for some reason I didn't go to sleep right away. Oh right, I remember. I decided to check my email, the crack bored, and live journal. One of the things I checked was
Join Live Chat! on the crack bored. As happens occasionally, Genevieve was lurking there. She seems to be there late/early on weekends every 3 or 4 weeks now. So I stayed up for several hours chatting with her. She seems to be a great conversationalist. I've had the late night chat with her 2 or 3 times now, and I've had the pleasure of chatting with her one to one 2 or 3 times since I met her. I very much enjoy talking with her. I have no idea if she's single at the moment, but the thought always occurs to me to ask out girls if they are good at conversation. Conversation is very important to me.
Today, I goofed off after waking up around 9 a.m. For the life of me, I cannot account for my time between that hour and 1 a.m. I know I spent some time on the crack bored. I read Reversible Error some. What else, I can't recall.
In the afternoon, jakerain and I had Losers' Lunch at Mae's Cafe on Phinney. For those who don't know, Losers Lunch is a tradition started by mrsloane and myself about a year or so ago. Sometimes stryper666 attends (he is the most frequent attendee besides Sloane and myself). Sometimes Mr. Furio of Static Engine fame attends. Couple other people have attended on occasion as well. It's a guy thing. We hang out and brag and give each other bad advice on women. That's why women aren't allowed. Except Jason broke the rules once, and evillinn came. She's pretty, but sadly she improved the quality of the advice markedly. Sloane used to call her every week to see if she would go, simply because she always refused. Back in those days, Deirdre didn't know what to think of us. Now she knows, and it's all bad.
So we had Losers' Lunch. Not to much women advice this time, although turtlegrrl13, I'm going to claim credit for everything good Mr. Rain does this coming week.
Then I came back here and farted around some more. Read more. Tidied one or two items. Wasted even more time on the crack bored.
The one accomplishment of the evening is that I signed up for NetFlix. While talking with Nathan, the topic of the lack of video rental places near my condo came up. So I finally decided to try out NetFlix. So I now have a 22 DVD movie queue, and 530 movies that I've seen rated. So far, I can't say the rating has improved the recommendations that NetFlix makes. In most of the genres, it only recommends one or two movies that it thinks I might like. Especially in foreign and independent movies. THose are the kinds of movies I like the most. Granted, I don't see as many as I would like, and the vast majority of those ratings were for crappy blockbusters. But still, 20 or so ratings in the
foreign genre should get me more than a recommendation for Amelie which I plan to avoid.
Hmm, gonna take the pile of unhung clean clothes off my bed and attempt to sleep there. Maybe I'll have an easier time nodding off in my bed.