Next Up: Sketchy Bill

I've been giving a lot of thought to what story to tell next. There are several ideas, one of which I think would work very well in blog form, but unfortunately it's, uh, a little racy. I'd have to figure out beforehand how I could avoid coming off like a self centered jerk, which is difficult even under the best of circumstances, I know. So I'll think about that, and start the strange and twisted tale of the Billmeister later this week. That is, unless he comes gunnin' for me.

I did a little bit of practicing on stilts this Sunday, but since TLJO was around, I didn't do much. Beer + Stilts = Injury, at least this early in my career as a circus freak. I'll keep you posted.

This has been a good month for new media for me. First, I get the Grey Album from Todd/Josh, then Rowland leaves me a couple of Decemberists albums and a New Pornographers album (which I'd probably like a lot more if I was ever able to get past the first Decemberists CD in the stereo), then the Uncle Fucker thing, and just now I heard from Wayne's blog that the next Splinter Cell game is out for Xbox. I was just thinking the other day about how I was bored, and there were no new titles out that piqued my interest. I mean, what ever happened to fucking Doom 3? Or Halo 2? The last decent sequel to come out was Unreal 2, but I haven't been too impressed by that one, frankly. I'm probably 2/3 of the way through it, and just sort of lost interest.

It's a rough life, I know.

I finally got my VCR to work, although it's still mono, and thus had a screening of Robert's version of the Laughing Volkswagen story. You really do miss some of the madness if you can't see him do it in person. Catherine was also kind enough to leave me a tape with her stripper story on it, which was actually even better than the LV story. Maybe I'll watch that sucker tonight, if I can't come up with a copy of Splinter Cell instead.