Toilet Paper, Candles, and Pistols

“You got a nice little town here... GREAT PLACE TO DIE!"
-David Bowie, Gunslinger’s Revenge

Yesterday I did some shopping for necessities, toilet paper, and something for a housewarming present for Mishell and Michael. Since I know Mishell likes candles, and since Michael is in touch with his feminine side, I think I’ll make a candle/candle holder for them. A nicely shaped glass, some polymer clay, and viola! holder. Depending on what I find at Hobby Lobby, I’ll add wax and a wick to it also. I love going to Goodwill or the ARC store for glasses, they always have fun and oddball stuff.

Also yesterday, while I was taking a walk and thinking of how I’d get to working on the housewarming present when I went back to my house, I got a call from Kiera “Can you come in for me tonight?” Tough call, but I could use the green stuff, so I agreed. Poof! Crafting canceled on account of waitressing. The worst part was the fact that, thanks to a jazz band that played until almost 11:00 and the drunks who lingered after, I didn’t get to leave until midnight-thirty. Ugh. I got home, decided I would rather stay up just a little longer to take a bath than go to bed smelling of the bar, and ended up not getting to sleep until about 1:30. I was awake, thanks to my internal clock, by 8:15, which means I did not get my preferred eight hours of sleep. To top it off, when I got into my car, the put-on-your-seatbelt chime wouldn’t go off, so I got to drive with the *ding – ding – ding* all the way to campus.

In a fortunate turn of events, however, shortly after I arrived and got to my office, Nicole stopped by. Nothing like gossip to put a more positive spin on one’s morning. She finished watching Firefly this weekend, and I’m ready to return Queer As Folk Season Four (only one more to go!) to her tomorrow. I have this foreboding feeling about Season Five, too, because Season Four ended on, more or less, such a high note. Something bad is going to happen, I can almost promise you.

Movie Review: Gunslinger’s Revenge. A flippin’ hilariously bad movie. It has a few redeeming parts, like the turn at the “big showdown,” but is ultimately pretty stupid. Also not helping is the fact that whenever Leonardo Pieraccioni (Doc Lowen) spoke, his words and his mouth didn’t quite jive. It was also weird to watch a western made by Italians – speaking of things not quite jiving. Add a bit of David Bowie flamboyancy and hoo-boy, it’s absurd. Oh well, they tried.

P.S. Keith picked this one out, not me. :)