Hello again. Just like Shelly Long.

It sure has been a while since I talked to you last.
Since I was in Union Station in that city thats windy, I have much to tell you.
Prepare thyself.

So I was using my computer in Chicago. You saw me do it, because you read my last post. All was right in the mind of a gangsta and his phat computing machine.
But then tragedy struck.
The screen to my laptop went all dim and lame.
I could still see images, but they were so hard to see, the computer was downgraded to 'Desktop computer'
Which really really sucks because I am super poor and this laptop was the nicest thing I owned.
So now I don't have mobility with my lackluster wit. Ergo: I have not been posting much.
Lindsay was nice enough to loan me a flatscreen monitor, so that is what I am using, as the computer itself works like a dream.
And yes, I have tried everything to make the screen work again.
I think it might be the backlight or something.
It's a sony vaio VGN-SZ120P
Pretty sweet Interweb ride, too. If you have the means, I either want a pony or a new screen for this badboy.

My trip to Indy was great.
Thanksgiving with my friends really made up for the lack of any family style stuff.
They only made me move two small heavy things within a half hour of me arriving.
Two refrigerators. My people are the best people. ;)
While there, I made the Marshmallow fluff that is the best dessert on the market. The black market or even the stock market.
It's good.
You should buy me the ingredients and I will make it for you.

The Megabus ride home sucked my soul out of my body, even though I sold my soul to Steve Hoppe in 10th grade for a diet pepsi.
I was sitting next to a group of people who were very loud and obnoxious.
There was singing. Clapping. Finger snapping. Talking about how Obama is finna clean up this country and all the dumbass motherfucking white people finna deal with that shit.
I was sitting in a seat at Night at the Apollo.
Normally I wouldn't care, but I was trying to sleep, and since I like sleep and hate riding the bus, I was grumpy.

The Monday Night Comedy Show went on without me while I was gone. Zissou hosted, and Lindsey and Roni picked up the slack.
I did call in a few times to make sure all was going well. And I read RoboCop II via speakerphone.

Yeah, so then some other stuff happened and it was great.

John and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary of friendship the other night by going to a huge Chines Buffet and watching JAWS on a projector thing he bought on ebay.
We ended the night with a video game and reminisced about the old days. If you ever get a chance to have a J-Man in your life, I highly suggest picking one up. I have a few friends who have been around longer than John, but I did live with him for years, so our knowledge of each other's secrets make us indispensable. And a kind of liability.

I had another 'I need change' freak out last night and rearranged my room. I was playing room tetris for a while, just stacking things on top of other things. When playing room tetris, the lines don't vanish, so I ended up with lots of piles of stuff and a room that had a path to the bed. That's it. So I cleaned. I like to party on my Friday nights, so I was listening to the Esqiuvel cd I got at Cheapo the other day. I don' think there is a math that can calculate how boring I am.

I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do, I think they are awesome. For example:

Last night I was doing the last Monday Night Comedy Show of the year in what could only be described as a lecture hall with very very steep seating. The house was full, but there was an act onstage that no one was laughing at. The audience was getting restless.
I was getting pissed because it was a comedy show, and people needed to laugh.
But then I did some sort of 'Quantum Leap' and found myself in rehearsal for a new broadway revival of something resembling 'The Fantastiks!' I was doing a song with Matthew Broderick and I was dressed up as an animated triceratops. It was a very well made costume, and I could move easily inside it. Think 'Smoochy' but with less padding.
The Director was a really famous one, but I forget who he was.
But both he and Matthew were pissed. We had been rehearsing for weeks, and I should have known the choreography and lyrics. But I was acting like I had just gotten there.
Which I had.
I apologized, and they decided to call it a day. Matthew Broderick was super nice in my dream. I think we may have been friends.
I was sitting on a stairwell that looked like it should have been in a house in the suburbs that was under construction when a little girl started talking to me.
I knew that she was part of the backstage crew, but she told me that I had just been at the last MNCS of the year by my time clock, but that it had actually been a few months and she was at the show too.
I asked her why I was here, and she said that she didn't know, but then all of a sudden I was walking down a brightly lit city street that was glistening due to the recently fallen rain.
Ahead of me were Fozzie Bear and Scooter from the Muppet show. However, they were invisible save for the fact that they were both wearing black berets. So these two floating black berets were ahead of me, and I didn't think it was odd in any way.
The mission we were going on was to help my old friend Amanda escape from some kidnappers.
I had a gun in my hand, and suddenly I was in the house she was being help captive. One of the kidnappers went to the bathroom, and I snuck in to the master bedroom of the house. Amanda asked why I was there, and I said 'To save your ass' I threw an old '80's style rotary phone and cord to the other kidnapper who was lying in the other queen sized bed. I told him to tie himself up when the other kidnapper came in from the bathroom.
I shot him several times in the chest, but he kept coming after me.
Then I shot him in the foot and he fell like a ton of bricks. The other guy was neatly tied up, but I shot him in the foot anyway.
I somehow knew that Amanda would be safe, but Fozzie and Scooter never showed up again.

Then I woke up.

So that was my dream.

Tonight I am going to The Rollergirls season opener.

Tomorrow I work in the AM.

Tomorrow night, I start making christmas presents. I'm very crafty.

Stay Awesome until next time, when I will remind you again.

Andy