The Weak End of the Weekend
Jun. 16th, 2008 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fr_defenestratoMore storms due imminently; et après le déluge, moisture and cooler air. Yay! Cold fronts are my friend.
Meanwhile, what's up in gourdville?
Work am busy: Splatcom's bread-and-butter contract suddenly has apricot jam on it, with two different support contracts being rolled into one and Splatcom teaming with the other incumbent to win the whole kit and caboodle. June is allbusy; I'm missing at least one of the season's most anticipated parties the weekend after next because the damn proposal is due Monday, June 30.
Friday night was Green Lantern. It turns out my IM with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
composerscott will suffice to tell:
fr defenestrato: my favorite bartender is back, and he brought extra wrestling singlets... so i wore one most of the night...
kiltliftr: I went to the Green Lantern once... although it may have been the "old" green lantern at this point... I remember a fence blocking off a corner... and thinking, "About 1 out of every 7 or 8 guys going back there is maybe one I would want to bump into...."
fr defenestrato: yes, well, the NEW green lantern doesn't have any dark back corners. which is good because you get to pick ezzackly who you're bumping into ... and also bad because the D.J. might just notice you're on your knees with some guy's dick in your mouth and charge all the way across the room from his booth to tell you to knock it off. completely theoretically, of course; not by any means speaking from experience last friday night.
kiltliftr: *slightly squinted look of skepticism*
fr defenestrato: (sorry. i'm a tramp.)
kiltliftr: Don't knock my hobbies and I won't knock yours....
fr defenestrato: we kept it mostly invisible (we being mario, dan, the thin black guy with the PA, and the new little leather puppy who asked me to come on his face) but as the evening wore on I got a little bolder, and took the leather puppy's underwears all the way off (his shirt was long enough to cover from the back) and that's when the trouble started.
I just put Netflix on hold for the rest of the summer. I have at least three dozen movies/DVDs of TV shows physically on my shelf that I've purchased but haven't gotten around to watching yet, and before Saturday night (when Lord Broccoli and I checked out Before the Devil Knows You're Dead) I hadn't watched a Netflix disc in 3 weeks. My temporary housemate is a TV head and has very particular tastes in movies (e.g., nothing remotely scary, no musicals, nothing too depressing) so my movie viewing habits have been seriously curbed. Now basketball, that's something else again. I've watched more basketball in the last 2 weeks than I'd ever seen before. And golf, fer fooksake! They put bleeding GOLF on the television. And people watch it. The last time I had golf on the television I crocheted an afghan seemingly all in one afternoon/18 holes.
Church and Boggle yesterday, of course, then back to the GL for the aforementioned singlet-wearing.
This morning, my mouth was Saharan.
Meanwhile, what's up in gourdville?
Work am busy: Splatcom's bread-and-butter contract suddenly has apricot jam on it, with two different support contracts being rolled into one and Splatcom teaming with the other incumbent to win the whole kit and caboodle. June is allbusy; I'm missing at least one of the season's most anticipated parties the weekend after next because the damn proposal is due Monday, June 30.
Friday night was Green Lantern. It turns out my IM with
composerscott will suffice to tell:fr defenestrato: my favorite bartender is back, and he brought extra wrestling singlets... so i wore one most of the night...
kiltliftr: I went to the Green Lantern once... although it may have been the "old" green lantern at this point... I remember a fence blocking off a corner... and thinking, "About 1 out of every 7 or 8 guys going back there is maybe one I would want to bump into...."
fr defenestrato: yes, well, the NEW green lantern doesn't have any dark back corners. which is good because you get to pick ezzackly who you're bumping into ... and also bad because the D.J. might just notice you're on your knees with some guy's dick in your mouth and charge all the way across the room from his booth to tell you to knock it off. completely theoretically, of course; not by any means speaking from experience last friday night.
kiltliftr: *slightly squinted look of skepticism*
fr defenestrato: (sorry. i'm a tramp.)
kiltliftr: Don't knock my hobbies and I won't knock yours....
fr defenestrato: we kept it mostly invisible (we being mario, dan, the thin black guy with the PA, and the new little leather puppy who asked me to come on his face) but as the evening wore on I got a little bolder, and took the leather puppy's underwears all the way off (his shirt was long enough to cover from the back) and that's when the trouble started.
I just put Netflix on hold for the rest of the summer. I have at least three dozen movies/DVDs of TV shows physically on my shelf that I've purchased but haven't gotten around to watching yet, and before Saturday night (when Lord Broccoli and I checked out Before the Devil Knows You're Dead) I hadn't watched a Netflix disc in 3 weeks. My temporary housemate is a TV head and has very particular tastes in movies (e.g., nothing remotely scary, no musicals, nothing too depressing) so my movie viewing habits have been seriously curbed. Now basketball, that's something else again. I've watched more basketball in the last 2 weeks than I'd ever seen before. And golf, fer fooksake! They put bleeding GOLF on the television. And people watch it. The last time I had golf on the television I crocheted an afghan seemingly all in one afternoon/18 holes.
Church and Boggle yesterday, of course, then back to the GL for the aforementioned singlet-wearing.
This morning, my mouth was Saharan.
