Cars and Camping
My titles are very boring, because I made a promise to myself while I was setting my old entries to private: I swore I would not use a quote from a movie, poem, song, or story as a title. I cannot tell you how many awkwardly pretentious quotes I saw headlining my whiny, pathetic entries. The worst part was, I couldn't even identify half of them; I had to Google more than a fair share of them. So I'm sticking to a description of actual subject matter from now on.
Last Saturday I saw The Dark Knight. It was an incredible, sexy follow-up to Batman Begins. I really enjoy this Nolan re-boot of the Batman universe. I never really was able to get into superhero movies, and superhero comics were just impossible for me. I've seen all the Batman films, and I've seen all the Superman films, and I've seen all the Spiderman films, and I've seen all the X-Men films and unfortunately I saw Hellboy and Daredevil. X-Men I liked because it was a bit more realistic in that unrealistic way. Superman I could never deal with.
But this incarnation of Batman is actually quite believable. And Heath Ledger's Joker is just so deeply disturbing and creepy I found myself drawn to the character, despite having hated the Joker since I was a child watching the Batman animated series. I have to say it was a great movie all around. Thanks, Warner Brothers!
Allen and I saw it together, and on the way back from Culver-Ridge Plaza, my car went kaput. The battery light had come on that morning, but the manual advised three driving cycles to see if the light went out before doing anything. Well, driving home from the theatre was driving cycle number three. Suddenly, turning left onto Culver from East Ridge, my car started lurching, and the blinker stopped working. I had to pull awkwardly left across a lane of people who thought I wasn't turning left, in a blind panic.
I pulled into Tangles! hair salon parking lot, and called Tracy to tell her why I was late for a gathering at our home. I then called AAA, and in the middle of the incredibly long series of ads and service announcements, Allen's phone ran out of airtime minutes. I didn't have my own phone. The payphone at the gas station didn't work. Finally, after waiting around a great deal, I tried asking if I could use their phone, and I called Tracy to find out my parents were on their way to help.
Turns out it was my alternator, which we had theorised beforehand. Not a fun thing to have go on you, but oh well.
Yesterday was fun. Jonny and Amanda had their going-away-to-Illinois party at Jonny's aunt's house. I didn't bring my swimming trunks, because I assumed that there was going to be as little use of the pool as there had been during the last party. When Allen just took off his shirt and emptied his pockets, and jumped in, a floodgates opened: where before there were only two or three people in the pool, suddenly everyone was going in. I decided the Hell with it, and emptied my pockets and went in full-jeans. It was actually pretty amazing.
We were in that pool for a good two or three hours, having a full-out war with soaking bean-bags and pool noodles. It was serious mayhem. I was thoroughly sore this morning and still didn't have my voice completely back, so work wasn't incredibly fun. It was nice to pretend to be a teenager again, though.
I'm excited about this upcoming weekend, because it means time again for Tracy and my traditional yearly outing to the Renaissance festival!
I've been to the Renaissance festival pretty much every year since I was a wee child, and I have always loved it. I took Tracy the first year we were dating, and--surprisingly enough--she loved it too. So we ended up going a couple times. Then, we came up with the idea to go camping in Sterling before going to the festival, to really have fun. Allen and Meghan were still together then, so they came with us. We brought food, beer, and tents, (and a shitload of cigarettes) and just had a good time, then got dressed up for the Renaissance festival.
This year, we're going to be doing basically the same thing, (without the cigarettes) but Tracy and I are going to do it alone, sort of a romantic get-drunk-and-enjoy-camping sort of thing with one another. It promises to be a very enjoyable time.
That's all I've got. If anyone has requests for stories about anything for some reason, feel free to let me know!
Yours,
Geoffrey B Zeiner, WTF
Last Saturday I saw The Dark Knight. It was an incredible, sexy follow-up to Batman Begins. I really enjoy this Nolan re-boot of the Batman universe. I never really was able to get into superhero movies, and superhero comics were just impossible for me. I've seen all the Batman films, and I've seen all the Superman films, and I've seen all the Spiderman films, and I've seen all the X-Men films and unfortunately I saw Hellboy and Daredevil. X-Men I liked because it was a bit more realistic in that unrealistic way. Superman I could never deal with.
But this incarnation of Batman is actually quite believable. And Heath Ledger's Joker is just so deeply disturbing and creepy I found myself drawn to the character, despite having hated the Joker since I was a child watching the Batman animated series. I have to say it was a great movie all around. Thanks, Warner Brothers!
Allen and I saw it together, and on the way back from Culver-Ridge Plaza, my car went kaput. The battery light had come on that morning, but the manual advised three driving cycles to see if the light went out before doing anything. Well, driving home from the theatre was driving cycle number three. Suddenly, turning left onto Culver from East Ridge, my car started lurching, and the blinker stopped working. I had to pull awkwardly left across a lane of people who thought I wasn't turning left, in a blind panic.
I pulled into Tangles! hair salon parking lot, and called Tracy to tell her why I was late for a gathering at our home. I then called AAA, and in the middle of the incredibly long series of ads and service announcements, Allen's phone ran out of airtime minutes. I didn't have my own phone. The payphone at the gas station didn't work. Finally, after waiting around a great deal, I tried asking if I could use their phone, and I called Tracy to find out my parents were on their way to help.
Turns out it was my alternator, which we had theorised beforehand. Not a fun thing to have go on you, but oh well.
Yesterday was fun. Jonny and Amanda had their going-away-to-Illinois party at Jonny's aunt's house. I didn't bring my swimming trunks, because I assumed that there was going to be as little use of the pool as there had been during the last party. When Allen just took off his shirt and emptied his pockets, and jumped in, a floodgates opened: where before there were only two or three people in the pool, suddenly everyone was going in. I decided the Hell with it, and emptied my pockets and went in full-jeans. It was actually pretty amazing.
We were in that pool for a good two or three hours, having a full-out war with soaking bean-bags and pool noodles. It was serious mayhem. I was thoroughly sore this morning and still didn't have my voice completely back, so work wasn't incredibly fun. It was nice to pretend to be a teenager again, though.
I'm excited about this upcoming weekend, because it means time again for Tracy and my traditional yearly outing to the Renaissance festival!
I've been to the Renaissance festival pretty much every year since I was a wee child, and I have always loved it. I took Tracy the first year we were dating, and--surprisingly enough--she loved it too. So we ended up going a couple times. Then, we came up with the idea to go camping in Sterling before going to the festival, to really have fun. Allen and Meghan were still together then, so they came with us. We brought food, beer, and tents, (and a shitload of cigarettes) and just had a good time, then got dressed up for the Renaissance festival.
This year, we're going to be doing basically the same thing, (without the cigarettes) but Tracy and I are going to do it alone, sort of a romantic get-drunk-and-enjoy-camping sort of thing with one another. It promises to be a very enjoyable time.
That's all I've got. If anyone has requests for stories about anything for some reason, feel free to let me know!
Yours,
Geoffrey B Zeiner, WTF