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One thing that’s been bugging me lately is that between being jobless and health issues, I’ve been starting my days off slowly. Sometimes, during the week, I’m not even showering until 10 or 11 am.
Today, I was a bit faster than that, but still slow enough that I didn’t get back from the grocery store until almost 10:30 am. Which put me at the comic book store after 11 am.
All of which meant there increasing numbers of stupid people who don’t drive properly out and about. And getting in my way.
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I was discussing TV shows with one of the kids at the comic book store, and he mentioned that he likes crime stuff and serial killer stuff. So I mentioned the old HBO original movie Citizen X.
That was a movie based on the real life crimes of Andrei Chikatilo. He was a serial killer operating in the old Soviet Union. I’m sure Hollywood took some liberties with the story, but it was nevertheless a magnificent movie. Very chilling. Great cast, including Stephen Rea, Donald Sutherland, and the always wonderful Max Von Sydow.
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Why does my dog bark at nothing there? Then again, why does any dog do that? Sometimes I wonder if they're just f$#%ing with us. Like "Ha Ha! We made you look."
I was sitting there reading. The wife was napping on the sofa and the dog was laying down at her feet. Suddenly, the dog wakes up, sits up, and starts barking at the front door. I had a clear line of site, and there was nothing out there. Unless it was very tiny.
Or, maybe the dog was just f$#%ing with me. At least I didn't have to get up to go check.
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Of course, my legs are also bothering me a bit today. Between that and the stomach, I'm glad I backed out of going on the scout trip down to Corpus Christi.
Not to mention, I've got to return my heart monitor to the cardiologist office tomorrow afternoon. Something that would have been made very difficult if I was not back in town yet.
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Thankfully, we've got about an hour before we have to leave to meet up with the scout troop. So my poor stomach has a bit more time to settle down.
They're meeting for 9 am at the nearby elementary school. Since this is basically an overnighter, with food being provided or bought, the boy didn't have much to pack. He didn't need his mess kit. He probably won't bother to bath (which reminds me, i should get him to do that before he goes). So really all he needs are some clothes, a flashlight, his sleeping bag and pillow.
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And, of course, his ghost hunting kit. The ship is supposed to be haunted, after all. I did at least tell him to ask the people in charge and make sure it was okay to use some of that stuff.
And I did warn him about getting out of bed after lights out to wander the ship looking for ghosts. Either by himself or with others. The last thing I need is him or his fellow scouts getting the troop in trouble.
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I did end up watching Citizen X last night. I figured HBOMAx would have it available, and was not disappointed. Such a great movie. I was telling the boy that I vaguely remember seeing footage from Chikatilo's trial on the news when I was a much younger man. That was early to mid 90s, so my college years.
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I saw this story on the news website of a woman in Australia. She woke up with a weight on her chest and thought it might be her dog.
NOPE!
It was an 8 ft long python. The damned thing had gotten into their house and up to the second floor bedroom, somehow without alerting the family dogs. According to the story, while the husband got the dogs out the bedroom, the woman calmly worked her way from under the snake, then got it out of the house. I'm not entirely sure I would have been so calm in that situation.
What the hell is wrong with Australia? First, all the different animals that can kill you. Now snakes getting in your house at night to sleep with you!
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Tired zombie is tired.
We’ve been considering getting a treadmill for years, and finally pulled the trigger. It’s being delivered within the next hour or so. I paid a bit extra to have it brought in and placed upstairs, but decided to forgo the extra $250 to have it put together. I figure I can do that myself.
So I had to do some quick rearranging and cleaning upstairs to make sure I had space about where I want it to go. I at least was able to enlist the daughter to help. And there was a side bonus of throwing some crap away and setting aside even more crap for future disposal.
We shall see if the treadmill stays in that particular location. It might not because of the need for a plug.
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My treadmill was delivered yesterday, just prior to dinner. It was totally worth the $20 to have the two Amazon delivery guys bring the box upstairs. Today I'll try to get it put together. Just from the reviews and reading through the assembly instructions, it doesn't seem like it will be that hard. If ordinary people can do, I should have no problem.
Then I just have to either (a) determine if one of the surge protectors I already have will be sufficient, or if I have to go buy another one. I hate all that UL crap and weird electrical stuff.
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I've got a bit of other stuff to do as well, besides treadmill assembly. There's the seemingly futile search for a new engineering job. I've got some clean up to do from smoking the pork butt yesterday. There's an appointment at the cardiologist to return the heart monitor. And sometime later this evening (closer to dinner time) I'll need to go pick up the boy from his scout trip.
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Which reminds me...I should try and discover where they plan to meet up for the return. Normally, coming back from a campout is on the weekend, so they have to do it at the elementary school. This is the ever-evil Monday, however, so they might be able to get away with meeting at the church.
I'll probably just have to wait and see what message the scoutmaster sends about where to pick up.
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I am beginning to suspect the aluminum foil stabbed me right down near the base of my index finger. It's been hurting, but no blood. Stupid aluminum foil.
That's what I get for using the heavy duty stuff. I swear you can make a prison shank out of that stuff. The regular stuff is just too damned flimsy though.