What to do on a Saturday? That was my concern before saturday. I barely had breathing space. The story I said I'd get on line, I didn't. What I did do was go see Dogma, a funny movie for lapsed christians, christians considering lapsing, christians into comic books, and Kevin Smith fans. Those in the last category need to rethink the practicality and usefullness of their existence. Here is my Jeff Craig review, "Funny! With genuine laughs. The most profane comedy this millenium!" Here is my more practical blurb in way of review, "Good laughs followed by lengths of boredom. Unnecessary characters, like Selma Hayek, seem to litter the script without justification. It's worth a once around but seeing it again would be painful." The same could be said for the Bible. Except the part about Selm Hayek.
After the movie Kirsten and I took an hour bike ride through Balboa park. The park consists of unnaturally green grass and a lake. Er, a "lake." How do quotes around a word alter the inteneded meaning of that word? This lake is a lake a name only. There were at least 30 people canoeing out on this thing. To a man from lake country that's like swimming in a spitoon or white water rafting in the toilet. The canoers seemed to enjoy themselves but they don't know any better.
I was treated to the sight of a valley mom leading her reluctant daughter away from the park. Both Mother and Daughter had bleached blonde hair. The daughter never spoke. The daughter just ran away from mom.
After running after her daughter and catching her, Mom said, "Why'd you run? You know I can't run. It's so hard. Why do you want to act this way. I'm like trying as hard as I can, now let's go." The daughter runs away. And mother's whine becomes an angry statement of desire, "Fine. I'm leaving. I hope you like get totally killed!!!" Exit Mom persued by her daughter.

Kirsten and I returned home for an hour but this was the weekend, the weekend of a working man, so idle time was not allowed. In no time we were back in the car and off to Zkey.com's employee party for the closing of their second round of finances. I drank beer, ate hors douvres and pizza and cake all on the tab of Zkey. Kirsten's cousin, Evan, does the working at Zkey. What they do, I'm not exactly sure. The party was attended by many thick spectacle wearing men who evidently found communication outside of the calming interface of computer to coder, an impossibility. After stuffing ourselves with the geeks, not that I'm not, we went to the Deep Eynde show. There were something like 6 bands playing, all of them rockabilly except for the Deep Eynde. Nothing like a bar full of Cowboy hat wearing would be Hollywood super stars following the latest trend to make someone want to run for the door. The night may go down in Jack's Sugar Shack history. Kirsten and I left early, immediately after the Deep Eynde, to have a drink or two at a friend's place. Meanwhile at the Sugar Shack, where the door had cleared $700, a problem was a brewing. The door was to be split between bands and bar, equally, according to the promoter. The bands all scored a whopping 20 fins a piece. Band members showed their appreciation by starting fights. The first fist hit the promoter.

Time to get along on my day. First stop, bank, the greatest of horror shows. Then the rest of the day is downhill from there. One more full week of training at TeleTech to go. The story will be up by the end of the week. I think.

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