Poker night last night, some good friends were gonna be there and I had an idea. I needed a way to get the edge. To unleash a barrage, a cavalcade if you will, of devastating emotional attacks. I needed to beat down the spirit, to get the jump on the enemy. Well, knowing the enemy, Taj, I came up with a plan, simple in scope, masterful in execution. As you can see, my plan was not so subtle.

My men’s soccer season has started back up. Our first game was Tuesday. Much fun was had, we played against Nike’s Swoosh team and fairly dominated the game. We won most 50-50 balls, were faster, and, in the end, we scored more. One of my goals this winter was to come out of it not in worse shape than I started it, which is what normally happens when I sit on my ass for 4 months.

An old friend was in town this weekend to show a film at the Longbaugh Film Festival at the Hollywood theater. I only saw his film, title “Never Say Die”, which wasn’t just his film but his lady-friend Katie also. It’s a documentary about a Black Sabbath cover band called Sabra Cadabra who plays out East in Jersey and/or New York. It was a fun film, with a lot of funny moments, tension, sadness, and information.

Just listening to the radio (sirius streaming….yeah!) and the DJ (Madison) mentioned a couple ‘…of the year’ awards from some organization or other. The first: Michael and Janet J. being the most foolish. The second, the Story of the Year: Martha Stewart. What? Didn’t we instigate a war? It seems like 2003 was a pretty huge year for ‘stories’ and while Martha was there with her sunglasses on, it certainly wasn’t the story of the year.

We learn how it wentwith getting Condi “Tank” Rice on the stand over at Zeros and Ones.

What a gorgeous day for a wedding Saturday was. I was fortunate enough to be invited to the rapidly planned wedding of two of the nicest people I know, Bill and Bob. I, of course, was quite late, but showed up tastefully immediately before the ceremony took place and in a fit of class hugged the groom(?) and tried to shove a bottle of Johnny Walker Red into his hands. It was a very nice time, with some very cool people present, tasty treats, a yummy stinkin cake (and another I didn’t try), some noontime champagne (where’s the beer?

Sunday night. Woman with eyepatch hitchhiking on Sandy Blvd. What to do?

Walking into work, there was a light drizzle. A beautiful Portland-style rain, not the binge and purge that we’ve been having this season. I smiled, and loved it, with the water matting my hair. Things went well, I accomplished a lot, and I had a general sense of well-being, even through the mild headache I had briefly. After work I cruised over to SE to coach the kiddies in soccer. It started at 5, so I was late, but not too late.

Well, my buddy abrichar finally got her own blog up. It’s quirky, quaint, lifelog and linkroll, with a fab colour scheme. So I probably won’t get to rip the links she sends me nearly as much since she’s got them up herself. cheers.