Newt met me at the door tonight, as usual. Lovey cat, so I picked his kitty-self up, and trotted him around the house, and then we plopped down here. He's currently batting at my necklace, and stanging on my lap. We're going to play paper-wad fetch, so I can write more effectively here. *lob* Newt heads for the ball, on the bed. he returns, drops the wad at my feet, and bolts off for another catch. *lob* repeat as needed. Saw Space cowboys with Robby tonight. I was pleasantly surprised, as I could lose myself to the film rather easily. (only a couple of bits I didn't like... I didn't even mind the old-man-tushie scene)
We went to the 50s diner, and all I had was a big-ol' cherry fountain coke and an english muffin. Peckish now though... probably going to have some total and yogurt. :) yum. No, strike that. I'm going to put magic shell on a frozen banana. yum+5. Robb's head was more there today, we hung out for a few hours at starbucks and los olas in general before catching the flick... nice and fun.
smoking greatly reduces your chances of jogging.
I'm going to start putting the more lengthy entries in 'friends only' mode, or at least the writing stuff. if folks & friends don't want to read it, let me know, and if majority prefers, I'll toss it in private, and leave links to them on my website.
Officially stopped gaming w/everway group today... would still like to see them socially, but the time spent gaming was too much of a burn on my time. I like the gang, though.
One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work
hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort.
A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
- chuck palahniuk, fight club
Inigo: "Who are you?"
The Man in Black: "No one of consequence."
Inigo: "I must know."
The Man in Black: "Get used to disappointment."
-- "The Princess Bride"
People do this sort of thing to me all the time. What do they care who I am, or what I'm doing there? I know I'm a big, scary, hairy guy. But if I'm not messing with anyone, just leave the BSHG alone, ok? I live in the USA... there should be no need for showing my papers, and explaining what I'm up to. (For what it's worth, I was doing laundry, and writing character notes/sketches in my notepad. Nothing really.) When an older guy walks up to me, and gives me silly nonsense about loitering (Waiting for your laundry is loitering? In front of the Laundromat?) I automatically got defensive. If he'd taken a different diplomatic track, like maybe giving a smile, or asking politely, I might've given a grin back, and had a friendly conversation. Instead... I turn into a bit of a creep. Feed him some of what he's giving off. (A bad move. I really shouldn't deal with people when overtired or cranky.) The discussion went something like this.
Older Guy : "Hey, you! This is a no loitering area! You have a reason for being here?"
Me: -thinking to myself- *man, leave me alone*
Me: -out Loud- "Yo no hablo Ingles" (in my american florida accent.)
Older Guy : -something in spanish - I assume the same thing he said in english-
Me: -thinking to myself- *Nuts. Stupid bilingual old guy. I shouldn't have done spanish in south florida.*
Me: -aloud- "um, Yo no hablo espanol."
Older Guy: "I'm going to go get a policeman. You'd better be gone when I get back."
Me: "Fine. Go get a cop, you f-ing nazi. See you when he gets here. I'll press harassment charges."
Older Guy "This is private property. you have to leave"
Me: "Yo no hablo Ingles"
Older guy leaves. My dryer finishes, and I begin folding my laundry. Older guy returns.
Older Guy : "Are those your clothes?"
Me: -Holding up a XXL Tiedye T-shirt.- "What do you think?"
Older Guy : "Why didn't you tell me you were here for a reason, instead of loitering?"
Me "No Hablo Ingles"
Older Guy, Pissed off. "Finish and leave. Don't come back."
Me "Que? Yo no hablo...."
Older Guy "Are you trying to start a fight?"
Me "..." -folds laundry-
Older Guy glares for ~45 seconds, then leaves.
I finish folding laundry, and go home.
I feel that if I was a clean shaven 5'6" guy, nobody would have cared. He never said he was the owner or anything, so when my next batch of clothes come due... I'll be interested in seeing if he's there. Never seen him before.