What the hell do I do with my Saturdays?
I wake up at 7:30 so I can go into Coldstone and make cakes! Hooray!!! Wait... no, that sucks big time. oh yeah... I forgot. Well... there were new cakes to be made for special orders, and Andrea and I are the only two who still know how to make the cakes (you'd think I would get on that, wouldn't you? Shut up... I've been busy). Anyway... so I spent the better part of the morning and afternoon making two cakes for two different people. Are the cakes amazing? Yes... are they worth $40? Only if you included labor. Do I hate Genache? With every fiber of my being... every atomic particle that makes up my person hates Genache. I want to make sure we're clear on this, as the Genache makes me want to cry.
Speaking of crying... have you seen those fishing commercials? Maybe it's an Illinois thing, but there are all these commercials for taking people fishing. In one of them, there's an old man in fishing gear, and his voice in the voiceover says, "Take me fishing... because I miss my boy." As stupid as it sounds, that's all it took to make me cry. My dad calls me "boy" sometimes, or "my boy", or whatever... and I missed the crap out of him when I heard that commercial.

Let's talk about something else, shall we? Some other kind of emotion... um... let's see. What emotions do I understand?: Sadness... done it; Joy... been a while; Anger... found it! Okay, so I sometimes go to the Movie Store (aka Blockbuster) to rent video games. This only works when there are actually games worth renting... and Blockbuster is pretty shitty about having games that people actually want to rent. So after another frustrating night, wherein I visited two Blockbuster's to find games that don't suck... I decided to do something about it. I've heard about Gamefly.com from Best Buy... and I've checked it out before. I've finally signed up for the low-low price of $22 per month. I figure it's less than I pay for porn, so I should be good.
Speaking of porn, did anyone see the SNL Harry Potter skit last night? The premise was that Lindsay Lohan, who played Hermione... and everyone came back to the summer and Hermione had "grown" and was all hot. It used a couple cheap masturbation jokes... but it was still a pretty funny skit. Okay, it was really funny... and Lindsay Lohan is totally hot. Hooray for 17 year olds! And I think she did a pretty good crappy British accent too.

Anyway... to atone for my mental sins, I decided to pick up a book to punish myself (and we all know this is a punishment because I'm American and we're only supposed to be interested in movies and wasting money and guns). I finally started reading Slaughterhouse Five and I enjoy it. Don't tell me what you think about it (Ken)... I want to finish the book before I start talking about it (Laura). But, two interesting themes I've picked up on: time and stopping time; and an overview or bird's-eye view. Fun book.
By the way... I finally figured out how to understand baseball. If you think of watching one game as just one game... you don't get it. You're lost in the boringness of the one game. You have to think about the greater picture when you're watching baseball. You have to think about the entire five game series... and you have to think about how the series is effecting your team over the entire season... I think that's the only way to watch baseball. Think about it... who enjoys baseball the most? People (usually men) who know everything about the history of baseball. THEY are the ones who enjoy "America's pastime" the most. I put that in quotes, because baseball is probably Central America's pastime. Right...
I've got to finish my script for tomorrow later today... I'm actually procrastinating right now so that I don't have to write it. Isn't that great? I took a nap... just to procrastinate further. That's dedication, homes.