If I can't be fickle about my appearance, what can I be fickle about? Furthermore my staunch opposition to haircuts has entered its tenth month. I figure I'll work for the guv'ment in some iteration or another for the next 30-35 years; I'd better get this "midlife crisis" stuff out of the way now while I'm young enough to make it look good, but too poor to buy a motorcycle. Or a pack of Wrigley's chewing gum...Anyway, I'm sure you're all on pins and needles over how Meridth and I are going to spend our four-year anniversary toady. Through the magic of cheap internetworked technology, Meridth and I will be going on a romantic date to see one of our fovorite movies, 1985's "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom." We'll both be getting food from the same restaurant. Here our selection is fairly limited. McDonalds, KFC or Burger King...there's is actually a Chili's here in Reading (one of five in England) but if you're getting it to-go anyway, it's hardly worth the price (especially here, where a plate of Quesadillas costs 20 bones).
We've opted to go with the "Home of the Whopper" on this romantic evening, for obvious reasons. While we dine, we shall both log onto Skype so that we can chat while eating and watching the movie on the DVD drives of our respective computers. Ain't technology grand? Well...it's hardly an optimal situation, but it will be fun nonetheless and, to me at least, seems like the sort of post-modern globalized activity that wouldn't have been possible only ten years ago.And it beats miserably watching reruns of "The A-Team." Which is what I've been up to in the last week or so.
Was Murdock always so annoying?
-Rusty
