Whaddaya know – tomorrow the X-Men movie opens at a theater near me.

Oh yeah, I forgot I was going to mention this here. Actually I thought of it last night, but I had shut off the computer and was angrily trying to get my contacts off of my eyes. I have really dry eyes anyway, and when you add in the fact that I’m not quite all there, things degrade in a hurry. I had almost convinced myself to just stay awake so I wouldn’t have to take them out.

Anyway, what I had forgotted was my trip to the nearby Taco Bell for a dose of PHTs (Post-Hockey Tacos). While I was waiting in the drive-thru (all of the smart, fast people work graveyards at Taco Bell), I see this furry object with a long skinny tail bolt in between my car and the truck ahead of me, straight for the Taco Bell window (“It’s comin’ right for us!”). It cuts off just before the window and starts wandering beside the building. I crane my head out of the window for a better look, thinking “My GOD what a huge rat!” I focus in with my bionic vision and see… an opossum? Inconceivable! (“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”) Who would’ve though an opossum would be wandering around in downtown Berkeley? Maybe that’s the new Taco Bell mascot. Anything would be a nice change from that idiot chihuahua.

Okay, I’ve been here for an hour and a half. Can I go now?

Ow ow ow ow owwwwwww…

Well, one more night of the hockey clinic down – we’re now past the halfway point. It’s a good thing too, ’cause this ancient body of mine has just about had it with me. Up too late, waking up too early, then pushpushpush. Whew. And yet, here I sit in front of my computer trying to decide if I’ve double-typed letters or if my vision’s giving up on me. Any rational, sane person would probably be in bed snoring away at this point. Hell, any rational sane person would probably be doing lots of things I wouldn’t do. There’s one thing that’s keeping me going and I already have it set up for Saturday. If you’ve already looked through the rest of my site, you know what it is. Hot Tuuuuuub Oh yeah.

Tonight’s little glories: I’m getting better at that infernal hockey stop, my forward cross-overs aren’t too bad, and my slapshot has improved 100%. The first six shots went wide, we practiced our technique, then the next seven were directly on goal, Nice.

I have this feeling that I’m gonna have to spellcheck this later on tomorrow.

Oh, and here’s a cool link that I found on someone else’s blog (already forgot who’s – sorry, whoever you are) that I’ll put here so I can look at it at work tomorrow:
Eye Candy from the Underground. It’s wondalicious.

Oh, and still no email.

You know, I’ve become addicted to email as of late, but no one I know has been emailing me. Every account I check has no mail, yet I keep clicking over and over. Maybe there’s some mail in there… NOW! Sigh.

I would make one of those pitiful pleas for the people reading this to email me, but I’d imagine no one has seen this, since I’m not on the blogger page yet. A slight mistake with the URL description in the setup. It’s fixed now, Blogger guys! You can put me on the list so people can email me! Please?

Now how was that for pitiful?

That didn’t take too much effort to finish up, once I got the table thing worked out (read: gave up and took the easy way out). It makes me feel like I’ve forgotten something.

Annoying Burfing Little Dog has now become simply Little Psycho Dog. I don’t know exactly what it’s doing back there, and I’m rather afraid to look. All I know is, it’s making a hell of a lot of noise.

Freakin’ nested tables…

Okay enough posting for now – I’m going to tweak the design a little. You know, I’ve always liked the word “tweak.” The strange thing is, I’ve only just now realized it.

Okay, get this. I’m sitting at my desk and a person I’ve seen before comes over and says “Hi Astro, we’ve never officially met.” He shakes my hand and inquires about my thoughts on the new position I’m in. Not once does he mention what his name is. Oooooookay…