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Looking up at the Space Needle, originally uploaded by themaneatingcow23.

Hey folks, I’m back from Seattle. I still have lots of crap to do, so for now I’m going to be brief and leave you with this photo of the Space Needle. It proves a couple things. Yes, I was in Seattle. And yes, that sky is clear and blue. It was like that all week long, believe it or not. I was constantly told how lucky I was to hit such a nice spot of weather.

Anyway, I had a fantastic time. So much fun. I loved it out there. More on my trip over the next few days as I take the time to write about it and download my pictures onto the interweb. Until then…

Alright folks, I’m off to Seattle. A few words before I go.

Man, you’d think I was going back to college again the way my mom was going on and on. I make the mistake of asking her to help me pack my bag because I still haven’t figured out how to fit a full closet into a bag the size of a small trash can. That’s all I need, a little help getting the clothes in the bag, and yet the activity takes an hour of pure pain and misery. Oy. The chances of me now getting any sleep tonight are slim to none.

To all of you: I probably won’t be reading your wise words for a week, but I will read them. Which means DON’T GET TOO WORDY! I’ll keel over and die from all of the reading. I kid, I kid.

I don’t know what else to write, and since I haven’t done shit for packing myself, I should probably do that now. Later~!

Unfortunately there were no new signs out this week. All my usual places were advertising stupid crap like rummage sales, the bastards. I did, fortunately, get this nugget of wisdom off of a bumper sticker, which I like:

“Lord, help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.”

That’s kind of sweet, isn’t it?

My sister sent me this one via email for all of you sign junkies:

“Wal-mart isn’t the only saving place.”

There’s a little irony in that, now isn’t there? God will save your soul, whereas saving money at Wal-mart will probably damn it. Funny, that.

I’ve said it before in this forum and I’ll probably (definitely) say it many more times in the future: Battlestar Galactica is the best show on television. Bar none. You folks know I love TV, and it doesn’t get much better than this brilliant sci-fi show. I just finished Season 2.5 on DVD yesterday and I’m still blown away by how good it was. If there was one good reason for getting cable at my house (and there aren’t many even mediocre reasons) it would be so that I could watch Battlestar Galactica when everyone else sees it and not have to wait forever for it to come out on DVD. That sucks so much, especially since every major magazine is running Battlestar Galactica articles on the upcoming season while I am still trying to finish watching the last one. You just try keeping the season finale spoiler-free in that scenario. Come on, I dare ya!

So wait, why isn’t anyone watching Battlestar Galactica? Fans like me have been trying to jam this show down your throat for months now. Well, it might have something to do with the name. Battlestar Galactica doesn’t exactly sound like the title of the greatest show on television. It sounds more like the title of a crappy Star Wars-ripoff show from the 70’s (which it was). I also realize that some people just don’t like sci-fi, probably stemming from ill experiences watching George Lucas’ puked out prequels and the massacred and redone originals. I too was originally a little wary about watching Battlestar Galactica, but I’m so, So, SO glad I took a chance on it.

But I can’t get anyone else to watch it. Every time my sister comes home I try shoving my Battlestar Galactica DVDs into her hands and I do the whole “best show on television” song and dance, but by the time she leaves again the DVDs still haven’t been touched. What do I have to do, people? Write it out in my own blood? Galactica has given me more “oh crap, I can’t believe they just did that!” moments in each episode than most shows will give you during their entire run. Entertainment Weekly even compared Battlestar Galactica in its recent cover story (pick that issue up!) to shows like Lost and 24. I think that’s an unfair comparison, because, honestly, if you are a fan of those shows they look like crap when compared to Galactica. Do yourself a favor. Pick up Season One of Battlestar Galactica on DVD and get yourself caught up with the greatest experience on television. 

Today I went to the mall to get some clothes for my trip, marking this day probably the first time ever that I went out by myself to buy clothes for myself. That’s a little shocking. What’s even more shocking is that I think I actually did a pretty good job. I was able to get six shirts, in all varieties, for sixty dollars. Impressed myself with that one. Better yet, my mom was actually impressed with what I brought home. The only thing I’m a little nervous about are my new Adidas. They’re very cool. Kind of a mustard brown suede running shoe. I just hope they fit right. Nothing like walking around all week on an uncomfortable shoe. They should be fine, but I have my doubts.

GOOD NEWS: After looking at the ten day forecast, it appears that it will be sunny the ENTIRE time I’m in Seattle, temperatures in the high 60’s/low 70’s the entire time. Sweet!

BAD NEWS: There is also a good possibility that I’m coming down with something. Great!

I’m usually right on top of all the new releases. Being a major geek with a spending problem will do that to you. How then it was that I completely missed the release of the newest CD of one of my all-time favorite bands, The Cardigans, is beyond me. Hell, I even thought they had broken up after their last amazing album, Long Gone Before Daylight, their best yet. Thankfully EW.com was there to save the day, hyping up their new single. (In all fairness, the album isn’t actually out in the US yet.) Almost instantly I went and bought Super Extra Gravity. Life is good again.

Here’s the video of the newest single for you all to enjoy:

Go buy Long Gone Before Daylight.

I saved The Office for last. Had to tape it to watch Survivor. I started watching this documentary on Andy Warhol on PBS that I thought would be really interesting and fun, but turned out to be really depressing. Like I was watching a child be orphaned, depressing. And then My Name Is Earl wasn’t that great. It was OK, but come on, you can do better than that.

Then The Office started. I was a little worried at first. What the hell? Jim isn’t with Pam? What’s going on here?

Turned out to be the funniest episode of the Office that I think I have ever seen. Oh my god, funny. What a way to end my night. When Michael was trying to defend calling Oscar “faggy” by saying he watched The L Word and Queer as Fuck, I just about died. But it was nothing compared to his impromptu staff meeting. Great stuff, guys. Keep it up.

I leave for Seattle next Tuesday. Then I’m back the Monday after that. I’ve thought almost nothing about the trip since booking my tickets. Everyone at work keeps asking me, “Are you excited?” Uh, no. I’m nothing. Haven’t thought about it. How is it that I can procrastinate even in having fun?

Sometimes I think I’m part toddler. Every time I clean my room it takes about five minutes before it looks exactly like it did before, if not worse.

Like any good parent I just sigh and stop caring.