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As predicted by yours truly, the spiral descent into hell has begun. What did I do tonight instead of sensibly going out to see one of the dozen movies on my list? I watched cable TV. What did I learn from watching an entire night of cable TV? That there are way too many channels to keep track of everything that's on all the time. Conclusion? Dude, I need TiVo in the worst possible way. Descent into hell, my friends. On the plus side, I'm nearly willing to buy a treadmill so that I can get some exercise amidst all this television. "They're like dogs. They're cute, but they can't work a phone." jlb | 00:23 Things that have happened to me since noon:
jlb | 16:23 So the cable guy has just been and gone. Not only was he totally high, he offered to illegally hook me up with pay channels! Hee. I declined. But I'm not completely straight because after I've had some lunch, I'm off to buy another cable to connect my second TV to that lovely signal in the wall -- for free! Good reception is such a treat! "Sorry, Vern. I guess a more experienced shopper could've gotten more for your seven cents." jlb | 12:27 Have you guys seen the Hershey's contest where you can win a chocolate-colored Mini Cooper filled with Hershey's bars? Dudes. How can anyone but me win this? It's like my subconscious willed it into existence! "No, it means I was drunk yesterday." jlb | 00:13 When you find out how different the Chicago-area Lake Michigan lakefront used to be, it's a little hard to imagine. For example, the locations of each of my apartments on Surf and Kenmore were just sand dunes not so long ago! Don't believe me? They've torn up the sidewalk on the north side of Buena Avenue between Broadway and Sheridan. Underneath? The loveliest, silkiest beach sand you've ever seen. Sure makes you wish all the concrete would go away permanently. I wanted to see the aftermath of last night's drama on Kenmore Avenue, so I didn't write about the following last night. I got off the #151 around 10:00 p.m. and started walking home. As I was rounding the corner where Buena slides right into Kenmore, where Buena Park sits, I started noticing all this water. Did it rain while I was at the movies? The further I walked, the more water there was...and it was deeper. Then, lo and behold, the fire hydrant behind the Catholic school was absolutely pouring, nay, gushing water onto the ground. From the western sidewalk halfway up the school playground on the eastern side, it was a mini-ocean! I didn't wade into it, but I'm betting it was at least knee-deep. I was afraid I was going to have to backtrack to Sheridan, walk up to Montrose and tackle Kenmore from the north. The place I finally found to ford Lake Kenmore was a bit over ankle-deep with no end in sight! My Blunnies acquitted themselves beautifully, of course. (Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! Oi, oi oi!) Furthermore, there was a giant hole -- we're talking six or seven coffins, easy -- in the street just down from my building. Some city workers were there but I couldn't figure out why. Did they dig the hole and somehow bring about the flood? Did the hydrant burst and cause a sinkhole? I've no idea, but this morning the hole was filled with gravel, along with possibly some bodies or beach sand, and a blinky Caution sign had been erected. The water was but a memory. Guess that Deep Tunnel is good for something. "Okay, hard drinkers, let's drink hard. I'm buyin'." jlb | 12:24 So I'm waiting in line tonight for the very fun movie full of spinning Tarzan jiu jitsu and the couple ahead of me is buying tickets to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (unnecessary) remake. The girl asks the Loews employee, "Is this a scary movie? I don't like scary movies." Then she has the temerity to act all put-out when the answer comes in the affirmative. It's called Texas Chainsaw Massacre, dear, not Let's All Play with Cute Puppies. But speaking of The Rundown, Rosario Dawson is just the hottest thing. "Speedy little bastards, aren't they?" jlb | 23:10 I feel hungover today. It's not fair because I haven't been drinking, so it's the nastiness of a morning after without the fun of getting drunk the night before. Boo. Maybe I was just too into watching Season One Alias last night -- Syd and Will eating ice cream after a tequila bender in "So It Begins." Mmmm, tequila. I needed extra Alias last night because the new episode was totally kick-ass. Justin Theroux, people. Shirtless. With a British accent. Mmmm, Justin Theroux. And Syd stabbed Vaughn! Mmmm, stabbing. Kidding. But that's just good TV. Speaking of ice cream, I've noticed a proliferation of "boutique" ice cream/frozen yogurt/gelato shops opening up on the northside -- at least 5 in the last several months. I'm not complaining, but that seems like too many, especially with winter coming on. I haven't sampled exhaustively, but Ice Dreams currently gets my vote. Mmmm, gelato. It's on Clark near the mental hospital, the vet, and the former Flying Kitchen (R.I.P.). "I'm a girl with many talents, and I'm your man." jlb | 15:36 Just got back from a screening of Bubba Ho-tep at the Landmark. It's the best Elvis-and-JFK-defend-East-Texas-old-folks'-home-from-soul-sucking-Egyptian-mummy movie ever! Bruce Campbell just was Elvis. It was kinda creepy. And, best of all, he was there! (Bruce, not Elvis.) He did a Q&A after the film and to all other smart-asses out there, if you didn't believe it before, trust me when I say: He is Our King. In other news, does it bother anyone else that the crest of the Salvation Army's college for officer training on the corner of Addison and Broadway reads: Blood and Fire? That's not very Christian. Or maybe it's too Christian. "Two words for tonight: caution and flammable." jlb | 21:22 Bummer. I didn't get a cookie for the nearly exclusive dirt I had on the car accident I witnessed yesterday. I just got to be two hours late for work and soaked through by the rain. On the plus side, though, the accident did happen, like, right in front of me, just to the right of where I was standing at the bus stop, thereby blocking the bus from continuing on its intended path once it pulled (almost) up to the curb just moments later. In other news, last night I had an excruciatingly painful cramp in the joint between the third and fourth toes on my right foot. I have no idea how I got to sleep whilst menaced by said cramp (it might have been the wine) but when I awoke this morning, it was gone. Instead, it had migrated like the dreaded DVT to my right glute. So all day I've had a painful cramp in my right ass cheek. I mean, WTF? jlb | 17:04 See how cute they are? 
jlb | 22:32 I wish my last name was "Tanaboonbodee" like the girl in the Kaplan ad on CTA trains. That's just fun to say. jlb | 16:16 Why is it that when you go to the grocery store for a specific item you always forget to actually buy that item? It must be one of those immutable laws of the universe. Bizarre CTA story for today: This afternoon I had to get to my first film of this year's CIFF. I got up early to watch cartoons, then fell asleep during those cartoons (I missed the end of Funky Cops! MENNDOOOZZZAAA!) and was late getting showered and dressed. I knew there was a Cubs game today but I didn't know the time, so I couldn't take the #36 in case there was game-day traffic affecting Broadway. I got on the #151 instead. Apparently this particular CTA bus driver and some non-English-speaking lady have an on-going rivalry which chose to play itself out this afternoon. Every minute and a half or so, this woman, sitting up near the driver, would loudly call out, "You go to Water Tower?" The driver kept responding, "Ma'am, don't even start with me! We go through this every week! You know I go to Water Tower!" To which the woman would reply, "I don't speak English!" And then the same conversation would take place again. Other passengers would get on and the woman would ask them and the driver would say, "Don't even talk to her. She'll just keep asking the same question." He was getting really pissed. At one point, he pulled the bus over and ordered her to go sit in the back, away from him. She did so, proclaiming "I don't speak English!" the whole time, then went right back up to the front not 15 seconds later. It was pretty hilarious. Oh, and I'm typing this on my brand new, super-shiny G4 Powerbook! Fuckin' kickass! jlb | 18:12 |
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