Vehicular asshattery

Ugh. The VW Tourareg should be renamed the Tool-rig as I was behind 2 different Tool-rigs today at lunchtime and each was going under the speed limit and generally driving ass-hattily.

Jello, how are you?

I thought I had something amusing to say about the Oscars, but I guess I don't. Actually I didn't even watch any of them. I did hear that Scorcese finally won, for which I'm glad, as that's probably the only Oscar-winning film I saw last (but really this) year. I'm also glad that Eddie Murphy did not win, because he doesn't deserve an Oscar until he has made enough good films to erase the memory of Pluto Nash, Daddy Day Care, Norbit and any other of his numerous horrible films.

Dan's home this weekend. Yay! Picked him up from the airport Saturday, and we ended up going to the Tap Room. Yesterday was brunch at Julon's. Friday night, Austin and I played "How Many Jello Shots Does It Take?" while playing Guitar Hero, and we both did over 30 jello shots. A word of advice. Doing that many jello shots may make you drunk, but you won't be drunk for long, and really, it just makes you kind of ill.

Blow Me

I used my snowblower last night to clear my driveway. Unfortunately, I ran out of gas with about 10 feet of the driveway still covered in snow, which meant I had to finish it by hand. Hello back pain. What's worse is my shoulder hurts, and I have no idea how I hurt it. I blame the dog. He's a convenient scapegoat.

Hm, I'm trying to think what else has happened recently. There was a lot of snow. I started a subscription for the Buffy Season 8 comicbook at the local comic book shop. I had dim sum last Saturday morning. I went to Beckie's housewarming, where Skippy did do something bad.

No real plans for this weekend, though I still want to see Music and Lyrics, which got a surprisingly decent review in the paper.