Walking in a Winter Wonderland.
Jan. 15th, 2004 10:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thebitterguySo cold. So very, very cold.
Actually, not THAT cold. It's the snow that pisses me off.
Last night was an adventure, to say the least. After a week and a half of not getting enough sleep, I had to decline![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mr_weasel's GI event (a D&D game, not some kind of strange high fibre meal).
Snra. Bitter came to pick me up from work at six, but due to the delightful effects of snow (you have to drive slowly, you see), ended up arriving at 7:30. Ah, well. At least I got to enjoy a nice episode of Seinfeld. Jerry, what a wacky guy. Of COURSE Superman has a Super Sense of Humour. He has Super Ventriloquism, for the love of God!
I mean, imagine the hijinks you could get into with Super-Ventriloquism and a Super Sense of Humour. Heh. Absolute wackiness. "No, Mistah Premieh, you can kiss MY AHHS!"
That was supposed to sound like Kennedy.
I'd kill for a copy of the issue of Superman where JFK disguises himself as Supes. You know the one. November, 1963? Damn good timing, Schwartz!
Anyway, Snra. Bitter picks me up at seven thirty, and we head out on our long trek back to Mississauga. The highways were bad, so we decided to go overland. Traffic had diminished (few people go into commercial zones after hours, unless they're looking to beat traffic on main routes or going to dinner), but weather was consistent (crappy, that is).
So we went to dinner at the local Firkin pub (or at least a convenient one). They're lovely places, but it turned out that everyone in that particular commercial zone had had the same idea. The waitress told us that at one point, the customer volume was so high and staff was so low they almost ran out of plates. Amusing, I guess, if it doesn't happen to you. We nibbled on some appetizers for dinner (fried cheese is both yummy AND healthy!).
Home was achieved by almost ten, so we missed the new episodes of Angel & Smallville. Unfortunately, true, but life is not about TV.
I should remind Snra. that that wouldn't have happened if we had a PVR.
Have located a few Indian places for dinner on the 24th, and have a lead on a Karaoke establishment.
This morning, the drive into work was also bad. What should have been accomplished in an hour (my morning drive into work) took two, which meant that leaving the house twenty minutes early to remove overnight accumulation from Our Mighty Chariot was totally wasted. C'est La Vie.
Actually, not THAT cold. It's the snow that pisses me off.
Last night was an adventure, to say the least. After a week and a half of not getting enough sleep, I had to decline
mr_weasel's GI event (a D&D game, not some kind of strange high fibre meal). Snra. Bitter came to pick me up from work at six, but due to the delightful effects of snow (you have to drive slowly, you see), ended up arriving at 7:30. Ah, well. At least I got to enjoy a nice episode of Seinfeld. Jerry, what a wacky guy. Of COURSE Superman has a Super Sense of Humour. He has Super Ventriloquism, for the love of God!
I mean, imagine the hijinks you could get into with Super-Ventriloquism and a Super Sense of Humour. Heh. Absolute wackiness. "No, Mistah Premieh, you can kiss MY AHHS!"
That was supposed to sound like Kennedy.
I'd kill for a copy of the issue of Superman where JFK disguises himself as Supes. You know the one. November, 1963? Damn good timing, Schwartz!
Anyway, Snra. Bitter picks me up at seven thirty, and we head out on our long trek back to Mississauga. The highways were bad, so we decided to go overland. Traffic had diminished (few people go into commercial zones after hours, unless they're looking to beat traffic on main routes or going to dinner), but weather was consistent (crappy, that is).
So we went to dinner at the local Firkin pub (or at least a convenient one). They're lovely places, but it turned out that everyone in that particular commercial zone had had the same idea. The waitress told us that at one point, the customer volume was so high and staff was so low they almost ran out of plates. Amusing, I guess, if it doesn't happen to you. We nibbled on some appetizers for dinner (fried cheese is both yummy AND healthy!).
Home was achieved by almost ten, so we missed the new episodes of Angel & Smallville. Unfortunately, true, but life is not about TV.
I should remind Snra. that that wouldn't have happened if we had a PVR.
Have located a few Indian places for dinner on the 24th, and have a lead on a Karaoke establishment.
This morning, the drive into work was also bad. What should have been accomplished in an hour (my morning drive into work) took two, which meant that leaving the house twenty minutes early to remove overnight accumulation from Our Mighty Chariot was totally wasted. C'est La Vie.
