October 03, 2004 - 10:47 a.m.
I have just crowned the band Deerhoof with the honorary title of "Official Band of Saturday and Sunday Mornings." Please note this, wherever your culture traditionally notes things.
I've also just started a campaign to try to figure out where all my free time is going. As I seem to keep compulsively mentioning to people and diaries ("Hi Kevin, how's it going?" "I don't have any free time anymore RAR!"), I don't seem to have any free time anymore. Rar! But rather than simply continue to complain about it at length-- lengths that consist, ironically enough, of time being wasted-- I am going to do something about it.
I've started writing down everything I do, complete with start and end times, sort of like a Leisure Timecard. That way, I can tell at a glance what sort of things are taking up the most time, and I can responsibly limit those activities if they turn out to be dumb. I know, I know, if I am not careful I am going to end up as rigorously scheduled as a kid from Montecito. (This is an attempt at "local humor," featuring an area that I understand is populated mainly by rich white people.) But it should be interesting. Perhaps I can find a program that will make some nice edifying pie charts out of the data that I collect. (Sample data: 10/1/04: 5:00-10:00 PM: Pizza, Futurama and DDR with Laurie and Jon.)
Oh! And I have now attended my first legal wedding that included both a bride AND a groom! Brian and Tanissia "tied the knot," as they say, up in the clock tower of the Santa Barbara courthouse. It was awesome and also my ideal, as far as actual wedding execution was concerned. (I'm using the word "execution" with the definition that does not include death. Brian is no Henry the Eighth. That was an attempt at "historical humor," featuring an English king that I understand had a problem keeping his wives alive, because he kept ordering them to be killed.)
Not only was it a beautiful and touching ceremony, but they really raised the bar for reception dinners, because they took us to a restaurant that encourages doodling on the table. This resulted in photographs of the wedding cake which include, assuming the photographs are clear enough, my drawing of a remote-controlled crab-headed woman with a big wheel for legs.
Also, the night before, we held a totally hedonistic bachelor party (during which Brian made me his Best Man for fetching him a Dr. Pepper from the minifridge) during which Brian, Matt and I all drank (more Dr. Pepper) heavily. And our minds were, of course, since this was a bachelor party and all, focused singularly on one thing. That's right: Burnout 3. We managed to obtain Gold Medals in all the Crash Junction Events, unlocking the Custom Coupe Ultimate. I'd say the night was a rousing success!
Okay, it's lunchtime now. (10/3/04: 10:45-11:30 AM: Updated diary.)
See? I'm learning something already! I learned that today it took me 45 minutes to write six paragraphs! Now the only question that remains is: WHY did it take me 45 minutes to write six paragraphs? I must have "googled" something along the way, or something.
