On multiple things

Gah, been a week since I posted. I've really had nothing to say, but in retrospect that's kind of a lie...

The Point of Geekout

Attention all of us who go to Movie Sign or if you just like bad movies or something of that sort. Or if you're just going to be really bored on August 20th.

On the aforementioned date, the dudes of RiffTrax - Mike, Kevin (Servo), and Bill (Sci-Fi Syfy Sci-Fi-era Crow) - are going to be doing a live riffing of the notorious 'worst movie ever made', Plan 9 From Outer Space. But here's the thing - they're doing it in a theater in Nashville, not over the internet. That live show is going to be beamed out to theaters simultaneously (except for you losers on the west coast; that'll be tape delayed). So in other words, it's going to be sorta like MST3K...in a movie theater.

Here's the site for more info, and off to the right you can punch in your zip code to find a theater airing it. I'm pretty sure you have to buy tickets in advanced, so good luck with that. Ironically, August 20th is the day I move in to my dorm. Am I coming back? Hell yeah! The sophomore junior kids are already excited, and I'll see who else I can drag along...

The Point of Work

I had another trifecta weekend because I picked up the Saturday shift due to Cody breaking his wrist. Boo.

The whole weekend was kind of a dud. Whereas Friday we pulled off over a hundred orders (which is where we want to be in the very least), Saturday was horrifyingly slow and last night was like, a nightmare. Saturday, however, I was left on my own, since Maggie, who was supposed to bus, randomly needed the night off. So we dragged in one of the dishwashers, Alec, and I trained him. In retrospect, it was a good thing Saturday was slow, because it's hard to train when it's busy - when you're by yourself. When me and Maggie were trained, there were two bus kids and then the trainee.

Last night was so bad we were scrubbing down the microwaves and cleaning every available surface...But that's the way it goes, y'know? Got the good ones, got the bad ones.

The Point of Insomnia

I don't think it's really insomnia, but I have not being going to sleep until at least 4 in the morning. I wake up between 10-12, though Saturday I woke up at 12:50 and was annoyed at such. Sometime last week I didn't go to sleep until 5:30am, and only because my dad wakes up at that time. Hurr.

The Point of College

In exactly one month, I'll be moving in to my dorm. Classes start on the 24th. Mom and I went out last Wednesday and got sheets and hangers and random things. Not a lot, since the room doesn't really have a lot of space - so like, no random chairs or tables. A bunch of the crap they try to get you to buy I already have a variance thereof, so I'm in the clear.

Bad thing: I've e-mailed my roommate twice now, with no response. Urk. In fairness, the first time I did was at the end of April, but it looked like my outbox ate it, so I assumed it fell into e-mail oblivion. I come back a couple months later and, lo and behold, it actually sent. But the glitch on my end made me try again, so I did, from my personal e-mail than the school e-mail. I did that Saturday and still no response. Also in fairness, I only have her school e-mail, and who knows how often she checks that in the summer.

I did do a bit of snooping around Google and I believe I found her MySpace page. It has to be, especially if she's living in Naperville and going to NIU...But if that's to be correct, she's 20 and a music major - who plays saxophone. And she seems like a nice person with an appreciation for comedy, which is all the better for me. No mention of anime though...

The Point of Hotel de Kat

I'm thinking of like, officially opening up my basement as a hotel to whoever comes out here. It's a nice basement, as I've pointed out numerous times before, with a full bath and all. You'd just have to sleep on a couch rather than a sofa bed or an actual bed.

But it's going to be Kastom's room come September (my mom seems regretful of this and even mused about putting him in my room while I slept in the basement. My response was this: "That's mean."). I offered it to 'gome if she ever feels inclined to come up north, and I volunteered it to one of my California friends should she ever come out here.

So hell, just come here and be treated to a free room at the Hotel de Kat.

The Point of Art

Still on that art kick, though I've shifted to Photoshop and being a graphic design nerd. Also been writing up a storm and hacking away at a video project. Oh summer...

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