Spent two hours alternating between watching the jerk try to get sleepy and helping my dad figure out how to work his kindle. As mediocre as that might sound to some it was actually just what I needed.
There's a big box store I drive past every Sunday night and every time I glance over I can't help thinking that their parking lot is the most pathetic sight imaginable. Well, at least one of the more pathetic sights imaginable if you're an urban planner. Anyways, I was thinking how cool it would be if the big boxes around here multi-purposed their parking lots. I love movies and I think it would be pretty neat to get a 'guerilla' film festival circuit going where you'd have six or seven big box stores and/or some of the larger strip centers on board and there'd be a floating rotation. Maybe some of the local cinephiles would bring their favorite flicks and the tech community could contribute the projection equipment. I have no clue if there's anyone out there who'd be interested in something like this but I'd be down to talk if there is :-)
I don't know what exactly motivated me to check out my back porch yesterday morning, maybe it was because the curtains were a bit askew or something, but what I saw was kind of neat. I have this rocker out there and I honestly wasn't expecting to see what I saw. There was this big lump of feline fur curled up on it. Being the type of person that I am I couldn't resist tapping on the glass to see how it would react. The cat's reaction time was feral (quick) and the look he shot me was kinda creepy. The dude was just this lump of black and rusty red fluff and then all of suddenly there were these almond shaped eyes that raised themselves up out of this mass of fur and malignantly glared at me before dashing off. I've thought about it a and I think this cat is the same one that's been out under the oak tree in my front yard conversing with the crazy squirrel that lives up there. I almost hate to admit it, crazy cat dude implications and all, but I'm tempted to try to tame the guy. Then again, on the other hand, I'm tempted to stage a Roscoe reparation so he'll run the guy off. Now that I think about it I'll just ignore the fact that I saw him out there, can't fault him for scoring a place to sleep