Well, I didn't break out the Grind vhs tape Friday night. I went to bed with a crazy loud ringing in my right ear.

I woke up at 9:30 Saturday morning, read last week's SF Weekly - which left me feeling like "Where's the beef?" Still in my PJ's under the covers (it's still frackin' freezin' here man!), I watched For Your Consideration which I've had sitting on the tv stand for at least a month. It was okay. I feel like it had the potential to be much funnier but was bogged down by the weight of Christopher Guest's history, though Catherine O'Hara's transformation was completely disturbing and uncomfortably humorous. And as always Parker Posey was a dreamboat. After that I drove Jessie to Santa Clara to buy a bike. It was a creepy kind of California town that has stores and restaurants that only exist as part of strip malls and all the housing is compacted into condos or stucco apartment buildings, though the flowers were nice. I returned to the city and watched the first two episodes of the tv show Popular while drinking a nice glass of wine at Jessie's house. I was eager to check out this tv series I had only glimpsed the cover of at best buy and have never heard of before that. What the hell channel was it on? The opening credits of the first episode featuring a 90's era, brightly dressed singer songwriter lady really caught me off guard.

On Sunday I went to the wax museum with Jessie and Chris. This guy was representin'.

And had to share this gem:

I definitely dug the horror room the most, where Bay Area local Anton LaVey was prominently featured. Everything was dusty and outdated and gave me a headache but really a good trip for the price of free passes. There was a suggestions binder in there and a popular choice for a new wax figure was Dr. Dre. I would have to agree. I ended the day with a romantic dinner for two at the Olive Garden in the Stonestown Mall.

I definitely feel like writing this blog makes me feel like the kid in Wet Hot American Summer; the pigpen-like radio personality who is narrating life at camp all summer inside a room alone into a microphone that isn't plugged in.

I do this for me.

I quit my job today.