Hello Mr. Chippy

Yesterday? Should be struck from the calendar. Sometimes I feel like I just lurch from one disaster to another, and sometimes I don't lurch- I identify the disaster, and instead of avoiding it, I roll around in it. To take away the sting, I applied liberal amounts of alcohol. Which lead to a funny conversation with my beloved roommate.

Protagitron: Did you get me a CD? And a drink? I found them on my desk.
BR: Um, yeah. Remember? I read out the titles of the songs?
Protagitron: Hmm, no.
BR: And you thought they were all depressing? And then I told you Macho Man was on it?
Protagitron: Nope, still nothing.
BR: And then you sang Macho Man for me?
Protagitron: Oh God. Are you lying to me?
BR: No.

So, I'm calling off the sauce for the next few days. I have the rest of the week off, since my summer classes don't start until next Monday. There are new prints of Last Year at Marienbad and Pierrot le Fou playing at the Cinéma du Parc. And Iron Man comes out soon. It's going to be a good week for popcorn and movies.

Speaking of Iron Man, I had the most delightful encounter at work the other day. Every so often, an old man comes in and buys fifty cents of chips. Since it's always at the end of my shift, and I'm usually pretty cracked out about what fresh hell my boss has caused me- most recently, cleaning up a moldy case of Pepsi- I'm always frighteningly peppy, so I think he's usually a little frightened of me. I call him Mr. Chippy. But the other day, we both stopped to watch the trailer for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull play. I tossed out that I was desperately looking forward to it. He said he was more excited about Iron Man. That became a fifteen minute conversation about comic books and their movies, where we found out we disagreed about Frank Miller but agreed on Neal Adams, loved X-Men but hated Spider-Man III, and that he held shares in Marvel. And was planning on going to their shareholder meeting! So, snack foods- bringing nerds together again.