I’m a fool

I actually jogged on the treadmill today, rather than my norm of fast walking. As a result of this folly, I’ve ascertained three things: 1) You can’t read a book while jogging 2) Yes, I am that weak and 3) I am a fool.

I completely countered my exercise by eating lunch at A&W, where—I’m sad to say—the guy at the register seemed to recognize me. I’ve only eaten lunch there three times, but those times the joint had been pretty quiet, and so I must have stood out. At least, I hope that’s all it was.

Work seemed like any other day: a random project was given to Marin, who passed it off on me; I scanned more pages than I want to think about (I’ve used up 86% of the scanner’s life, as measured by the scanner’s counter and when it’ll roll over to 0 again); I found an uncashed check in one of our “scan and toss” piles…the usual. When I went to the break room to get some water, though, I noticed an odd man out back sunning himself in front of a vast field of pea plants (which most certainly had not been there earlier), and occasionally jotting some data into a notebook.

The odd man then noticed that I had noticed him. His eyes glowed a bright orange, and what little hair he had stood on end; behind him, the field of pea plants erupted as a field of pea plant monsters unearthed themselves.

It was then that I realized what was going on: one of my numerous enemies had acquired DNA from the Austrian monk Gregor Mendel, and used it to bring the man back from the dead—this time with dreadful special abilities.

I’ll spare you the gory details—I really hate peas—but I wouldn’t bet that ol’ Greg will be updating his blog anytime soon.

Okay, okay, so I made that last part up. Actually, I didn’t really make it up so much as embellished on the premise of the first half of the first episode of Read or Die. The plot (no joke!) involves a mysterious enemy bringing people back from the dead, with “dreadful special abilities” that relate to that person’s life work. Ha ha. Dreadful special abilities. Despite, or perhaps because of, this, ROD looks like it’ll be a lot of fun.

Tonight I got sucked into a message board thread about plasma TVs. Since I aim to be a college graduate in under a year, and ostensibly will be fending for myself soon after, I’ll need a TV of my own of some sort…and the small size of plasma is rather tempting. Also tempting is a projector, which would be even easier to transport. And costs should come down some before I’d really need either, so…. I guess I have more in common with the average raccoon than I’d like to think. Oooh. Shiny! It’s a good thing I’m much more susceptible to drooling than to actually whipping out my credit card. It also helps that my credit limit is such that the card is programmed to melt if I even think “$$$” while the card is in my hand.

This weekend brings much to fear. Anime Expo—one of the bigger anime conventions—will be held in Anaheim, California, and all the studios are sure to have a handful of new acquisitions to announce there. So far, this year, there haven’t been that many new titles that I’m interested in (and so I’ll have more money in the bank, which is good). With any luck in the world, that will hold over this weekend.

I guess I’ll head down to the bridge to watch the fireworks on the evening of the Fourth (hopefully Eric will be game, if no one else is), and then Andy wants me to watch the Cowboy Bebop movie at his place on Saturday. Road trip to Portland! [Yes, Eric, you’re invited too.] Perhaps I’ll have something that actually happened to write about by then.

 

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