|Get It Together Sir.|
Last night I stayed up to finish out the Scene Of The Crime
collection from Ed Brubaker
, Michael Lark
and Sean Phillips
, which was a decent read if something of a surprise as far as how occasionally hapless the lead seemed. I'm not saying that all private detectives I read need to be supermen, but he seemed pretty easily overwhelmed physically in a lot of situations, then has his aunt (of all people) suggest a different approach to a case that he'd never thought of. I guess I was expecting him to be a bit more resourceful considering how world-weary the character is written.
The alarm woke me at 10:00 this morning to the sounds of the wife piddling around in the kitchen area, wrapping gifts and getting stuff ready to take over to the Mother In Law
's place later in the day. She and the Yorkie
had apparently woke around 9:00 and got a jump on the day with all this, so I finally dragged myself out of bed and got the house opened up for the day, then looked in on The Simpsons
to see what they'd been up to overnight.
I spent time on the web working on getting a couple more blog posts ready to publish in my efforts to get things caught up, then finally decided to step out and grab a few things for the wife's stocking, just little sweets and that kind of thing, filler items. I was also planning to grab myself a burger for lunch, so I took the wife's order and then headed out to hit up a drug store before picking up lunch.
Back at the house I delivered the wife's sandwich, then settled into the den to finally finish out Neon Genesis Evangelion
, at least in its original episodic format. The last couple episodes took an odd turn, going into a much different 'talking heads' mode as the characters were quizzed about their motivations, with things taking an interesting existential turn in the 11th hour of the show. I enjoyed it overall, though I am still mulling over the series as a whole and interested to see where it all goes in the various installments that followed the main series. I'm looking forward to getting into those as time allows over the next week if possible.
|Who Is The User?|
I squeezed in another episode of Serial Experiments: Lain
before we were supposed to head over to the MIL
's place with dinner, then the wife and I loaded up a bunch of gifts and headed across town to take the easy way out and grab another family pack of barbecue. On the way to the MIL
's place I dropped the wife off to pick up her own car, as she was going to possibly stay later after dinner to let the Middle Sister
(who's in town for the holiday with her family and staying at the MIL
's place) practice some kind of eyelash extension or whatever on her. I arrive and ring the bell, then get the door opened for me by the Younger Nephew
, who I greet and who looks through me
and walks away, sort of setting the tone for my evening in a lot of ways. Next up the MIL
calls me by the Idiot Brother In Law
's name, then asks the kid if he greeted me, to which I reply that it doesn't matter anymore, because I'm kinda over it altogether.
The boy did eventually give me some kinda half-assed hello, but I'm very much on my way to not caring about this poor kid, even if I know that 75% of his weird social retardation can be chalked up to his poor parenting, just because I don't have a lot of strength to put myself out there for anyone, especially those that ignore it entirely. I got the gifts and food brought in, said hello to the IBIL
, who barely looked up from his iPad
, then greeted the MIL
, who looked understandably tired from dealing with house guests for the past 24 hours or so. The Middle Sister
was nowhere to be seen, so I started to set up the food in the kitchen and visit with the MIL
, then the wife arrived and we eventually got the MS
up and about (she was apparently napping after a long afternoon of last minute shopping), then we had dinner and visited for a bit.
I must also note that I was thankful that the Beau
offered a cocktail, because I found myself feeling edgy for no good reason.
The ladies eventually started in on their eyelash regimen, so I drifted into the den, where the Beau
, the IBIL
and the Younger Nephew
were all ignoring the television and one another, playing around on their respective handheld devices. I chitchatted with the Beau
for a bit while he flipped channels, eventually settling on a program that he's mentioned before: Storage Wars
. We watched that for a bit and I eventually realized that the IBIL
had gotten up and and fucking left
without a word, presumably to their room upstairs? When the show ended I finally said to hell with this noise and left for home, dropping off a couple things at a house along the wife at the wife's behest, though I did have to call the MIL
's house when I pulled up to the address that she'd given me and was pretty convinced that she'd told me the wrong address. As it turned out she'd sent me a block away from where I needed to be, so I was able to find the right house without disturbing any strangers in the middle of their dinner, then I headed home, made another cocktail and settled into the den with a fire and the evening's Fox
animation block, which was pretty much all that was airing tonight that interested me.
The wife returned shortly afterward and I expressed my overall distaste for the evening, which put her on the defensive, so we danced around an argument for about an hour, because Merry Fucking Christmas
I was finally able to talk her down a bit and dial things down, because the upshot is just that I want to spend time with one person (her) and the dumb Yorkie
if she'll have me, so anyone else who wants to see me is gravy, but spending time when people don't really seem to care if you're even in the fucking room (the Younger Nephew
and the IBIL
in particular)...well, that shit really kinda galls me, because I've got less important things to do with my time, y'know? I just have this sinking feeling that the whole Christmas
shebang will end up feeling a lot like last years
, with all the various baggage of previous issues carrying over as far as how people deal with one another, and the overall vibe being one of obligation
to get together as a family rather than actual enjoyment of one another's company, which to me makes the whole Goddamned
thing a moot point.
At any rate, things kinda calmed down between the wife and I and we ended the evening with another episode of Enlightened, a show that I continue to wonder about, as our protagonist is such a fucking pain in the ass, I just don't know if we're supposed to be on her side or not.
I put the wife and Yorkie
to bed and then hopped online to buy tickets to Django Unchained
, only to find that they 'don't have enough tickets to fulfill my request' at any
of the showtimes I tried, even trying for Odessa
out of desperation. This is irritating as hell, as seeing this stupid movie was the ONLY
thing I really wanted to do on Christmas
besides spend time with the wife, so I'm going to run by the theater tomorrow morning to see if this was just some weird glitch, or if a modern day Blaxploitation
western has somehow sold the fuck out
on opening day in West Texas
, because that just seems IMPOSSIBLE
to me on every level.
Bah. Merry Fucking Christmas
Be seeing you.