Nothing really gets you started in a bad mood like losing a big long post you had all typed out.  I am holding Popeye accountable for this travesty.



I had a decent weekend and have big up news.  Corina and I decided
last week or so that we should get a place together.  So we had
been scouting some possibilities this weekend.  We came back to my
apartment to find a “For Rent” sign out front.  Turns out some
dude upstairs is being evicted, so his place is for rent.  We had
been looking for a 2 bedroom, and upon a call to my landlord, found
that the available apartment is a 2 bedroom.  I’ll probably be
checking it out tonight, but it sounds promising.  It has new
carpeting, which is an improvement over the ghetto stuff I have now,
and is going to be freshly painted.  Plus I’ll be able to do a
half-assed move upstairs instead of having to pack everything and move
elsewhere.



We kept it on the downlow most of the weekend.  We went for dinner
on Friday and I had the meal I wanted to eat in Chicago.  I went
down to the Navy Pier and had wanted fish and chips, but didn’t end up
having any.  I’ve resolved for trips in the future that I will
scout out food, as I found that was the one thing that really let me
down about Chicago.  We rented some movies on Friday and didn’t
watch them until Saturday night.  Picked up National Treasure and
The Aviator.  National Treasure was decent, but deinfitely a flick
you need to turn your brain off for.  If not it may be
painful.  The Aviator was pretty good, though left me wondering
about alot of stuff.  With movies based on true events, it’s hard
to dicipher what actually happened and all the BS the director fudged
to make it a good movie.  I knew little about Howard Hughes aside
from what I gleaned from studying Citizen Kane in school and watching
the Simpsons.

Mr. Burns: Now, to the plant! We’ll take the Spruce Moose! Hop in!

Smithers (looking at the model plane): But, sir….

Mr. Burns (cocking a gun): I said *hop in…*

The part I found bothered me the most was how the character aged(or
didn’t).  The first 20 years of the story they hardly aged him,
then he got in a horrible plane accident and was maimed with a
debilating mustache.



Sunday night I BBQ’d at the rents place.  It was their going away
dinner before their big Alaskan cruise.  It’s their 25th
anniversary, so they’re doing it right.  They wanted to know what
I wanted in Alaska, to which I have no idea.  Any ideas?



Anyone else think the heat is a bit much?  I hate heat and summer
for the most part.  I burn like Anakin Skywalker, so I try and
stay out of the sun.  I wish the temperature didn’t jump 12
degrees in a day, but what can you do?



Want to know something weird?  Well of course you do.  I checked out the daily dose of imagery
to find out that someone from the Paris representin.  This guy
Duncan, who I had sound and video class with in high school, is doing
impromtu beautification of Toronto.  Mainly it looks like he paints derelict bikes with spray paint.  Cool shit.



The Amish Exposed!