man, how was i not totally in love with early phoebe?  ok, so the stuff on the tube to watch when the superbowl is on isn't of the highest caliber.  and i guess it isn't fair to say that that i wasn't completely.  She has always been the sexiest friend to me.  well, you know, after chandler in the sweater vests he used to wear.

did you know that wearing a vest in the wrong way makes you come across as gay?  huh.  who knew.

i can't really re-watch friends i find. all of the jokes are so, well, incredibly obvious (maybe they always were and i just missed it, at one point they seemed kind of new and fresh).  and all the sappy bits are so, well, a obvious as well that you feel rather that they should just go ahead and tell you when they are going to go ahead and try to manipulate your feelings cause you're too busy thinking about how obvious they are being about manipulating your feelings to actually care. Who knew.

i have been soooo productive today. Woke up at 9, watched spartacus from 9:30 to 1.  Who knew it was so long?  kind of wished it had been on the history network so i could have easily found out just how historically accurate the story was.  Cause you know what, even though they did lose and it could be said that there was no good effect at all, the mere fact that we are still relating the somewhat inspirational tale of human spirit today kind of indicates that it wasn't all for naught.  that's just kind of cool really.  ahh well, i'd look it up, but, you know, lazy.
   After this historical movie endeavor, which was mighty taxing (mostly because it included a quick trip to the corner store where i bought bacon, tomatoes and bread so that i could make BLT's while i watched) i went to my bed, in order to start a new book and edit mine own book a little.  5 pages into the new book, i fell asleep.  i woke back up at 6, from 2.  so i got a lot done.  So far this evening since then, i have been avoiding watching the superbowl.  my life is a blur of excitement i kid you not.

actually it's been a pretty good weekend.  Friday night i spent 6 hours at a pub with a bunch of friends paying off on the survivor 5 pool.  we had the best waitress ever.  ok, there were some issues that some people had with service at one point but i did not have any issues at all.  but she was a lot of fun.  she took our ribbing and returned it well.  when hearing that we were questing for a shot she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a muff diver which is a shot glass of bailey's in a martini glass and covered with a mountain of whipped cream.  you must drink your shot without touching anything with your hands.  and perhaps the fact that i thought she was very attractive has something to do with it.  but she went into the bathroom at one point and came back out confessing that she had destroyed TP roller while trying to fill it.  then also confessed that she had a driller in her car, had received a radial arm saw for christmas and loved her dremel.  what was not to form a bar crush on?
   i like hanging in pubs.  conversation, i like conversation.  it's even better when you remember to bring a news channel junkie with you so that you have something to talk about during the lulls.  it did end up that three of us ended up doing muff divers, although i have only pictures of one and i am not at liberty to post that.  when i get sent the pictures of me, i might put one up.

   yesterday i went for a good brunch and saw 'the hours'  the hours was extremely good and extremely moving although i do have some reservations on the dialogue and acting.  then i went to an evening of interesting things at a friends.  It was a theme dinner called Mystery Chef, although there isn't much mystery about the Chef.  Rather everyone who came brought one or two items of whatever nature they desired and the Chef, using only those materials that one could expect to find in a pantry type situation.  I brought more than i was supposed to, so that i could be nice and nasty at the same time.  I brought scallops, fennel, and mint (that was me being nice) and desiccated moose penis (which could also be known as swiss farmer sasuage, but really it does look more like desiccated moose penis) and cactus pears.  ooooh, i do have a picture of my ingredients though.

Then the others brought things like avocado, chick peas, chorizo and um other stuff.
it was a lot of fun.  the other guests were some people i knew and then a bevy of fitness trainers from a women's gym.  you know they were all pretty cute and some were pretty interesting but a lot of the exotic and mysteriouss about women is lost when you hear them being catty about women who work out in their panty hose.
   The Chef did a stand up job (i say this not just because he stood at his cutting board all night) and produced a number of very good things to eat.  It was a pleasant evening.