Russell & Kimmy

So on 07/13/2007 the new Harry Potter movie arrives. Needless to say we are very excited; and eagerly awaiting the due date. Shortly after that on 07/21/2007 the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows, is released. The question is who will get to read it first? I think since I pre-ordered it, it should be me …. of course Kimmy might have other ideas.

For more Potterphile fun check out the Potter Puppet Pals. There is something hysterically funny about puppets getting murdered by machine gun fire.  Does it get any better than that?

Kimmy hates grocery shopping and hasn’t been to the store this year.  Luckily I love grocery shopping; I like going down the isles picking out produce and pondering over wines. I like buying groceries and carrying them up the stairs.  I also enjoy cooking and tonight we had spaghetti.

I set the mood just right. A single rose, a burning candle, and a bottle of pinot noir lounging in the wine chiller. Kimmy popped in right as the noodles were done and as the sauce was simmering. Lust and foreplay danced heavily in the air. We settled on the floor to dine ala picnic style (no table); traded gossip about life. She accused me of of seduction right as I served dinner. The lights were off, Idol serenaded as I handed my smokin wife a glass that shimmered in the light like a ruby. I sly bantered words with her as I gracefully spilled my ruby red pinot noir on the listless beige carpet. Muttering I rose, jogged to the laundry room and soaked the floor with Clorox Oxi-Magic. Slightly pissed because my spot was damp I dropped to the floor grabbed my plate and swiftly dumped spaghetti on my lap. It promptly slithered to the floor like that damned snake from Eden. Now even more pissed (sans pants), I grabbed a towel mopped up the mess, refilled my plate, got another towel to stand in as a bib and sat done once more to eat. Kimmy sweetly declined to comment on the whole incident.

Thankfully I made it through the rest of dinner with out incident. And am now merrily blogging about my own misfortunes for your amusement. For more fun, take a trip over to Jonathan Coulton’s blog and check out his music. I like the song about the mad scientist who makes a monkey-pony for his love. People like monkeys and people like ponies, its a win/win situation; unlike my messy attempts at seduction.

Well it was one of those days, it started off bad and went screaming down hill. Our phone system was down for four hours this morning. Panic and mayhem ensued. Servers were acting up and traffic was wretched. I had to spend an hour on the roof and I am exhausted.

But in better news, my baby-est sister got

engaged!!

So congratulations baby-est sister, Kiki and I love you and Ryan bunches!

America has once done something write on American Idol . Sanjaya Malakar sang “Let’s give something to talk about” and it will be cause, he is going home. Chris Daughtry’s song “Home” was so appropiate tonight. Maybe I am being a little bit rude, but its about time that the boy leaves the show. I don’t know if it was due to number of votes or American Idol agreeing if the boy won the show, that the show would go downhill from here. Seriously, who would watch the show if he had won? Not me. But for once I agreed with the judge’s comments and who deserved the bottom three. So say bye bye to Sanjaya and hello to Jordan Sparks, who I think is the next American Idol.

So on my way to work this morning I noticed that gas was $2.75 / Gallon. What the hell? Maybe I am getting older but I remember a time when there were apple pies cooling in the windows, everyone was anti-communist, and gas was 98¢ / Gallon. What really takes the cake (or pie, even though I hate pie so you can take it) is part of that cost per gallon goes to countries that hate us. Normally I pay people to like me, not hate me so this really bugs/confuses me. National Security happens at home with a stable energy supply that we can control, so if you are really a patriot urge your congressman to fund the development of alternative fuels.

There I am off my soapbox.

Speaking of hate, I have it on good authority that Unicorns hate mimes, as they should. No one, not even communists, likes a mime.

It is a little creepy when you find stuff like that on your co-workers desk.