Be Jealous

Days like today are one of the reasons I moved back to SoCal. Here it is, fucking February the 12th and TNI and I spent the day at the beach. It was sunny and clear and 80 degrees out. The water was cold, but then the Pacific usually is. Roland had a good time, but really wasn't into the whole playing with strange dogs thing. He was perfectly content to just lay on the beach blanket and hang out with his pet humans. Somehow TNI and I have turned into my dog's entourage... but you know what? I'm ok with that :) It was a long week and I spent way too much of it intoxicated. I partially blame Vampire Vodka. Have you seen this stuff? It's basically vodka with red food coloring in it, but it's damn good vodka with red food coloring in it, and that makes all the difference. So anyway, when you put it in orange juice, it looks just like a goblet of blood. How could I pass that up? Then Thursday night was 1/2 price sake night at Yoshi Sushi and I had way too much to drink... or so I thought until last night when we found ourselves at this really horrible British pub-like place. The bartender was nice enough but didn't have a clue how to make any cool drinks. TNI had to keep telling her how to mix what we wanted. Well, she mixed mine way to strong and after 1 martini and 1 oatmeal cookie shot I could hardly remember my name. It was sad. I'm a light-weight, but not that much of a light-weight. I honestly don't remember the last time I was that drunk... no wait. I do. It was New Year's Eve 1998 and there were 2 hockey teams and lots of free alcohol involved. Until last night, that was the last time I got sick drinking. It was a bad night. We came home and I vaguely remember watching "Entourage" and then passing out. Fortunately getting as sick as I did probably saved me from what would have been a hell of a hangover... and it would have sucked if I had been sick and missed out on the beautiful day we had here today. I talked to my mom back in the ATL and she said it was cold and ugly and was possibly going to snow some tonight. I'm sooooo not missing Atlanta... Nothing else too terribly exciting to report. I've met some cool people at work the last week or so. Thursday was WB (and former WB) day. I talked to 3 people from "Smallville," 2 people from "Roswell," and like half the supporting cast of "Buffy." One of whom was James, which was cool. He's headed back to Vancouver to do a couple more eps of "Smallville." Yay Brainiac! The story arcs with him have been some of the best so far this season and I so like seeing he and Lex play off each other... I had some weird dreams this week. I don't remember most of them. There were definitely werewolves involved in a couple of them though. That probably came from seeing "Underworld:Evolution." (Quick review - It was good. I liked it. Good action. Lots of violence and a 1/2-way decent story. Kate looked good in leather and Scott was just HOT.) However, I don't recall any of my werewolves looking like Scott Speedman. Mostly my werewolves just ran around eating people. Which was all fine and good except that at some point I realized that I was one of the werewolves and seeing as how eating innocent bystanders is not one of my favorite hobbies, well, that just made the dream disturbing. At least when I have vampire dreams I usually get to bite really hot guys. Still, I guess there is something therapeutic about hunting down your enemies and ripping them to pieces, huh? Oh come on. Don't give me that look. Hello? I did say it was a disturbing dream... Tonight is the first day of the full moon. I suspect I'll dream about the werewolves again tonight. I guess that's better than dreaming I'm a ThunderCat or something though... ThunderCats, ho!

"His beast was formed of that part of our brains that we bury, only dragging into our consciousness in the worst of our nightmares. Not the dreams where we are hunted by the monsters, but the dreams where we are the monsters. We raise bloody hands to the sky and scream, not from fear but from joy. The pure joy of slaughter. The cathartic moment when we plunge our hands into the hot blood of our enemies and there is no civilized thought to stop us from dancing on their bodies." -- Laurell K Hamilton - "Burnt Offerings"