We collide!--then divide--and The Math becomes so difficult to abide.

I am a tired, tired man.

Friday was: Best Buy from 7:00 AM until 1:00 PM and then
                  T-Mobile from 1:30 PM until 9:00 PM

Saturday was: Best Buy from 7:00 AM until 10:00 AM and then
                    T-Mobile from 11:00 AM until 8:00 PM

Today is: Sunday.
And also: Best Buy from 7:00 AM until 10:00 AM and then
               T-Mobile from 10:30 AM until 5:30 PM

Tomorrow is a day of sweet, sweet freedom. Either tomorrow or Thursday I may be partaking on a Lakefront Brewery Tour. They're running every day during Summerfest and I've heard some good things about them. I also seem to have acquired around 13 tour glasses. Is that enough? We think not. If anyone would like to accompany me in some light brew sampling on either of these occasions--speak up. There's no guarantee that I'm going either day, but I have The Ability, The Means, and The Know-How and it very well may take place.

The other day a customer came into T-Mobile looking to possibly jump onto his sister's account when his current contract is up. She pointed out that he and I had the same name. He said I was the second other Landon he's met before. Awkwardly enough he doesn't seem to realize bearing the name Landon is like being a highlander. As such--their fates are sealed.

Last night Chris had a shindig. A soiree. A gleeful jamboree. If anyone calls me on it I'm passing those off as his words. He may not have spoken them--but he meant to. It was a good, short-lived time. Those two descriptive words may not be entirely unrelated. It was a little on the loud side. And crowded. Well, it happens. It happened. It's happening. I'm of the impression now that the party I was expecting--and would prefer--is actually the sort of non-party that happens weekly--if not moreso--at Chris's place of residence. If that's the case maybe I should just show up randomly with beer a bit more often. Like at 3 am on a Wednesday Night, with a ski mask. Also: Bitter End Pale Ale. Lest we not forget the important things. I only was able to stick around for two hours, but I did manage to empty and re-fill my plastic cup a few times, which is pretty much my definition of success. Also: I urinated in his stove. I didn't actually, but if any of the 53rd Street Party Star Contenders read this I can only hope I'm giving them at least slight pause to reflect. In the greatest outcome this would be followed by a reluctant outbreaking of the soap n' suds and, yea, something that scrubs. Suckers.

I also bought Futurama this week for $14.99. I failed, however, to purchase Napoleon Dynamite or Office Space for $5. I'm a tad bit irked. At least the M&M's threw down on those, so they are around for the next 5-6 weeks. 4th of July found my inventory newly stocked with the entire Spielberg' Taken miniseries. I haven't seen a frame of this and it isn't the sort of thing that usually captures my attention. But the price was right (like $15 used when it usually goes for around $80) and I've heard good things. Also added to the collection: London and Eros. And two others things. I'm forgetful.

--side note: In looking up what the name was for Taken, since it escaped me, I came across the fact that Spielberg is currently filming the live-action Transformers movie. Huh. I hope he doesn't fuck it up, Decepticons are deep, deep characters. Starscream? He's like Jesus.--

Last on my agenda: I'm hooked on Deadwood right now. It's really fucking good. Like my reservations about the Taken sci-fi factor, Western usually ain't my thang. But I kept hearing musings on it and I grabbed the first disc from Family Video. 8 eps in and it's easily one of the most captivating shows I've seen in a while. The current shows I'm trying to make my way through (Farscape, 24, West Wing) are good and hold my attention, don't get me wrong, but Farscape has its fair share of predictable and/or god-awful episodes and I haven't bothered to even consider resuming 24 or West Wing in months. I keep trying to opt against it but once I weigh the option of Deadwood versus anything else... well, it's like trying not to drop a large stack of anything once you've pictured the decline and the aftermath. The characters and events are the first in a long while that don't leave me with a feeling like I've seen them before.

I am now Five and a Half hours in with Five hours to go. Ugh. I don't know if I'd like it to be busy and productive or if I'd like to just sit and stare at my hand for the day. I may have more words later. It's happened before.