Sylvia

There was a message from Bhrett on the machine just now. She called to let us know that she is 1000 miles into her trip from Gainesville, FL to Oakland, CA. Here is an amazing fact: If you drive 1000 miles out of Gainesville, FL you will be in Gainesville, TX! I doubt she has ‘net access on her trip, but everyone says hi and good luck, Bhrett!
Sylvia and I went to The Sport Shoe and Ross just now. I got a pair of Nike Air Kunini running shoes and a shweet pair of Airwalks. Sylvia got a pair of Avia cross-trainers. Now you can always imagine what my feet look like when I’m running. Oh, and I also got a new Buccaneers hat. It’s cool. It’s red. Go Bucs!

Sylvia and I went to Itchetuknee Springs today. I’m not sure if that’s how you spell it. I’ll check the brochure later. We both got fricaseed in the blazing Florida sun. It was a very slow, leisurely 3 1/2 hour inner-tube ride down the perpetually 72-degrees-F Itchetuknee River. Afterwards we went to Karen’s Sandwiche Shoppe and ate chicken tenders and french fries. We had fun.

Here is a short list of things that I have yet to blog but that deserve to be blogged, in no particular order: Sylvia graduated from medical school; Ron and Michelle got engaged; I got a Handspring Visor (Deluxe); Sylvia brought back 1000 trinkets from India; we had a great dinner at Marjorie and Giles last week; Sylvia and I went to On the Border with Chris, his sister Amy, her boyfriend, Tober, Ron, and Michelle Saturday night; the downstairs bathroom is filled with balloons from the post-graduation party; Bob came to visit during the post-graduation party; I finally began ICQing with two of my favorite bloggers; and today (Monday, May 22, 2000) marks the quarter-century mark for my little sister, Jennifer Gagne.

I really wish Billy had permalinks going, because his first post of the day Saturday was excellent. A man after my own heart … And dink sounds like as good a friend as Lanie.

To avoid my bling here turning into nothing but a random metablog - which it’s not supposed to be! it just seems like there’s so much cool stuff happening in Bloggerville that I want to blog about! - before I go to bed I will point you to Rick’s Spiked Lemonade. It’s really a flavored beer. I grabbed a six-pack on a whim tonight while Sylv and I were buying Dippin’ Tostitos to eat with our spinach/artichoke dip while we watched Being John Malkovich … Rick’s is actually *really* good stuff. I was pleasantly surprised. The movie was incredible. I don’t know if I can handle seeing all these mind-blowing movies - Fight Club, Malkovich, the Matrix, 6th Sense - without actually blowing my mind. And don’t forget I’m going to see the Foo Fighters and Red Hot Chili Peppers in a month. Sylvia graduates from med school in a week. I am moving to Tampa *very* soon and buying a house - a house for god’s sake! - with a mortgage … this is definitely time for me to go to bed …

[Doh! I forgot to blog that]
On Friday Sylvia bought us tickets to see:

I forgot to mention that Sylvia and I saw U-571 last night at the now not-so-recently-opened theater on Newberry. The theater is almost exactly the same as the one on the north end of Clyde Morris in Ormond Beach. It’s very large. They’ve made a passing attempt at recreating the feel of a 1940s theater and utterly failed. The popcorn was $4.50 and reminded me sorely of the main reason I loathe going to the movies to see a movie. The actual room in which we saw the flick was very small, but, thanks to some disabilities act there is now always a huge center aisle at the movies which I love because, although I am not extraordinarily tall I do have rather long legs so I hate sitting with another seat less then two feet from my hips or else I have to sit up straight like I’m in third grade math and about to be rapped by Sister Euphrasia for slouching which is predictably a bothersome way to be feeling when you go to see a movie. Where was I? Oh, yes. I also hate to sit anywhere except for the first ten or fifteen rows because I am, in fact, nearly as blind as a bat - probably from staring at #$%&@ computer screens for the better part of the last decade. And I hate glasses. The only true joy I feel at going to the movie theater to see a movie is that, for some pop contemporary marketing ad-cult-esque truly ridiculous reason, all movie theaters now have quadrophonic, DMX, THX, UV, ULT, SQL, stereo, Dolby, digital B L A R I N G speaker systems. I love that. That point alone makes some movies wonderful to me. David *heart* Loud. U-571 was an exceptional movie for the loud-lovers among us (humungous? fungus?). There were many explosions. Sylvia could barely manage to sleep through most of it, it was so loud. She did wake up towards the end to ask who the hell was going to hear the morse code and then get really mad at me when I told her the answer because, duh, she knew that and what difference did it make if it was heard by the person hearing it (I’m trying not to give anything away about the plot here …) and who did I think I was for telling her something like … zzzzz …. Which was all kind of exciting for me because I was just about bouncing on the edge of my seat with tension - most likely simply repressed fear from the first time I saw JAWS and you know what? I know that there weren’t any links in this particular blog and I don’t feel all that guilty about it. I’m sure there are four hundred thousand web sites about JAWS and, except for me telling you that if you can dig dubya-dubya-two, loud, explosion-filled, kill-the-Nazis, war movies you really should go see it, I don’t want to promote, per se, the blockbuster of the moment.

Sylvia and I were in Tampa all day for the home inspection. We got a copy of the floor plan of the new house.

Sylvia - less than three weeks away from graduating medical school - scored a 6 out of 12 on the Densa quiz.
Sandy got a 10 out of 12. link below

Over at realtor.com there is a listing for the house we are trying to buy. I snagged the photo and saved it here if you want to take a look. (Yes, I know that using here is poor form. Sue me.) The color is sort of washed out in the picture, it looks much better in person.

Bloggernym
I’m *so* trendy. After I saw Melanie’s bloggernym, I had to get one.
So trendy, in fact, that - thanks to the bleaching proficiency of Chuck, Chris, and the Apartment of Sin - my hair is now all white. Now … if the wife would only let me pierce my tongue …

I feel so dirty. I’m hanging at the in-laws in Miami right now. There’s a pseudo-game-show on the WB (it’s a channel, for those of you that don’t get all 600 networks on American TV) called Crush. It’s typical mid-Saturday, WB network fare. A guy is presented with three girls, one of whom has a crush on him. They all act like they have a crush on him, and he has to guess which one really does. It is perversely entertaining. I can actually feel the brain cells committing hari-kari as they are bombarded with culture-schlock. Please help me!
I’m sure it is pointless and nobody will believe me if I say that the last three hours is about the most television I’ve seen in months. I watch Sportscenter all the time, of course. And the X-Files, Simpsons, and Family Guy when I remember. That’s about it though. I really don’t like to watch TV. Hrrrrmm … okay … well … except for football (that’s NFL football, kids, not soccer). I haven’t missed a Monday night game in two seasons. So except for those exceptions I loathe TV and everything it represents. (imagine me laughing here) I know that it sounds silly. There is just so much bad television out there. Sheesh! My brain hurts right now.
(Note: I just saw a commercial telling me that - in Miami at least - Crush normally airs at 6:00 pm on weekdays on the USA network. … in case you want to watch …)

Sylvia wrote a haiku!

As I watch, he blogs
Beautiful blonde pineapple
Oh when will he stop?

I don’t think she likes my new hair …

Went to Sushi Matsuri (next to the Blockbuster on Archer) for dinner with a group of doctors-to-be, one other husband and one wife. I really don’t like sushi. I try to get into it, because it’s supposed to be so hip, but it really does nothing for me. The steak teriyaki was really good though. And the Sapporo. And contrary to what you might think, people who are just about to become the most trusted individuals on the planet (American physicians) can be really funny when you get them high on California rolls, Kirin, and that sick, green, sludgy, spicy stuff that you mix in the little dish and create that strange sauce into which you dunk things that you just know are going to fall from your chopsticks two seconds before they get to your lips …

All month long I’ve been jotting start the Legend on my things to do lists around the house, at work, wherever. The problem is that, although it looks really cool to write start the Legend on your things to do list, I never actually got around to doing it. So for a month the Legend wasn’t started. That’s why I had to give the Legend a jump-start this morning so Sylvia could drive to school. One month is all it took for the Legend’s battery to completely drain. So that’s why I was about ten minutes late to work this morning. It had nothing to do with playing MTV Snowboarding at Chris’ Apartment of Sin from midnight until 2 this morning …