"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
"You may call me Sheila."

Spent the weekend in Bethlehem hanging out with Ricardo and Gloria. As always, had an excellent time with much good food. G made muffalettas, which is Cajun for BIG SAMMICH. It was very rockstar.

Also got to try Barbara the Ice Cream Lady's latest concoction: Peanut Butter Doom. It was most peanut buttery and definitely full of tasty doom.

Rik and I played quite a bit of co-op Halo, which was made watching Red vs. Blue all the more amusing, I think. I also dumped about 15G worth of anime on him, so he should have stuff to watch at work for a while. ;-)

We stopped by a comic shop and picked up some stuff. I got issues three and four of Transmetropolitan, which solios has been bugging me to read since I've known him, and Rik got some Superman trade. I also read the four existing trades of Astro City, which Gloria and Rik both highly recommended. And they're definitely great comics. If you're interested in the form at all, I have to pass along their suggestion. It's definitely worth reading. My favorite plotline, I think, is Steeljacks, as it seemed the most developed. The one where the family has just moved to Astro City is also good. And of course, the Confessor arc is pretty bad ass.

I also recommend Transmetropolitan. It rails against post-modernism, media-tion, and the horrors of the monoculture. And Spider Jerusalem spouting things such as: "Tell me why I should give two tugs of a dead dog's dick" will make sure that you have interesting things to say during departmental meetings.

The trip home was much quicker than it usually seems, I think. We went to dinner at A&W/KFC, then they dropped me off at the bus terminal. There was a bus sitting there (a 1815), and I managed to jump on that just as the guy was closing the door and prepping to leave. It was a pretty full ride, and I forgot to charge my iPod after the trip up, so I had to listen to everyone's cell phone conversations.

Got home, showered, called my mom and grandmother to wish them happy Mother's Days, then read Transmet before falling over.

Have I complained recently about only being able to sleep for four hours at a time? Because I can't seem to sleep any longer than that.

It's driving me insane.

However, to end on a happy note: This weekend's ~con was as enjoyable as they've all been so far. jcap needs to start coming again. :)

May 10, 2004 4:14 AM