Now That's a Holiday.

This was a superb holiday weekend. After my awful job as Lector, I stayed up all day cleaning my house, in preparation of a party the next day. I got about half of it done. I wasn't working all that hard, I was lounging watching TV (mostly the The West Wing marathon on Bravo) for some of it, cleaning for some of it, and spending some of the time just being tired. I woke up early the next morning to beat the holiday rush to the store for BBQ provisions. When I returned, I began looking for something to put on the TV while I worked around the house. I happened upon the MI-5 marathon.

( TV addiction )

Eventually, the house was clean, the munchies were set and people began to arrive. It was a modest showing, about ten people, which is about how many I expected. Some people arrived late, which wasn't too much of a problem except that it meant that I had to grill in mostly darkness. As for the grilling itself . . . well, I'm a charcoal man. I know It's worse for the environment, but there's something added in the taste when one uses physical fuel, fire or charcoal, compared to this mysterious gas. Everything cooked well, and everyone enjoyed the food, but it was hard to gauge when things were done because things just didn't look right.

It was fun. There was lively conversation on many varied topics. People brought food items; the most notable were Artistry's selection of strange Japanese desserts, which still sit on my dining room table. They are likely to sit there for a while longer. They scare me.

After most people had left, Artistry, wjukknibs, his brother and I, settled down for a game of Trivial Pursuit, which Artistry won. Artistry and I chatted for far too long, as we are wont to do, and then I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, expecting to have a little bit of day to finish some other errands, but as I mentioned before, my body decided that Tuesday would be a better day for sleeping than for shopping. In retrospect, I have to agree with the body. It was a wonderful way to end a great weekend.

ThuNYTX: 39:30. Had a hard time breaking in, thanks in no small part to two major wrong answers I thought couldn't be wrong.

The Oldest Monkey in the Book

1. Get a cd from aussie_nyc of Paul Kelly.
   
2. Play said cd.
   
3. Boot up Super Monkey Ball 2
   
4. Go to the character select screen of said game.
   
5. Notice that each monkey dances when you select him or her.
   
6. Hold down the controller in either direction so that all monkeys dance just a little.
   
7. Imagine them as Paul Kelly's monkey back-up singers.
   
8. Repeat as necessary.