My bedroom has been a freakin’ holy mess for the last two and a half years. I’d consolidated all of my stuff into the master bedroom long ago to accomodate my roommates. That all changed this past week when I decided sentimental attachment to crap was a waste of time and space. Those two wooden chairs my dad stained in the 1980’s? Toast. I love my dad, but the chairs went out of style when Wham broke up. I tossed out too many things to mention. Once done I had enough room to move my computer desk into The Closet Where It All Started. My master bedroom closet has the honor of being the specific location where I learned to program. TI Extended BASIC and some Assembly coding, in my case. I also spent quite a lot of time playing Atari 2600 games in there. Unlike other closets, this one has phone, power, and cable TV connectivity. Nice. Now that the hard work of clearing out the closet is done, my goal for the master bedroom is to take the minimalist approach. I’ve got to get rid of a few more things to accomplish that goal — ugly furniture notwithstanding. When I’m done I think I’ll throw a pajama party in there for all my single female friends. Now that I think about it, I believe several pajama parties may be on order. A series, perhaps. I need to place an order for this book, ASAP.


My Christmas went smooth. I got some Jupe! (pour homme) cologne and some nice shirts and STARTREKDEEPSPACENINESEASONFIVE!!!!!1 I really wanted that. If you come over, we could watch it! No, really. Bring a comfortable pillow, however, as it will take 20+ hours to get through it all. As far as activities go…. I did some skating earlier in the week at the Woodlands Ghetto Skate Park. It wasn’t really ghetto, but the rink itself could have been more… upscale? I hung out with OktoberNight and her sis during that adventure. We followed up this past weekend at the Sam Hoston Raceway where I tore through $39 of perfectly good Super Genius funds. Where else? There was a wine tasting event earlier in the week. I brought in two bottles — one did so-so and the other bombed. There was some dude at the liquor store giving away free glasses of his crappy Greek wine. Not that there’s anything wrong with Greek wine, but this Greek wine was particularly bad. Rule of thumb — if someone is hawking wine at the liquor store, it obviously means it isn’t selling itself.