apparently when you have heating that runs along your floorboards and along the entire underside of your big sliding glass balcony doors it easily causes your big glass balcony doors to freeze shut. same goes for the bedroom window.

however, this has little impact on your ability to see out of said windows and/or doors and watch all kinds of people try to keep from getting mired down in a foot of snow.

and, seeing as how it is likely that your own vehicle would become so mired were you to attempt to travel, it gives you somewhat of a good reason to stay inside all day and watch as many episodes of a tv series as you can online. in this case, The Big Bang theory.

i’ll admit, when I first watched five minutes of it last year I thought it was the dumbest show ever. but really, it’s a show with jokes about comic books, nerds and physics. I could only resist for so long. though it does cause one to become somewhat annoyed at the laugh track when it pops up for science jokes that you know 90% of everyone watching wouldn’t understand at all.

i also watched Starship Troopers 3.

if you want some good advice, don’t watch that. ever.

staying inside all day also affords you the opportunity to cook decent meals. of which I made two. nom nom indeed.

I have to admit, I feel I’ve watched enough Big Bang Theory in the last twelve hours that while I write this, my inner speech pattern is mimicking that of Sheldon.

i’ll stop that now.

thanks to the miracle of modern technology that almost sometimes works when you want it to, I had the chance to not quite miss Make Love to Chad’s Balls 2009. it’s not that. you have a dirty mind. It’s the annual christmas tree decorating chez the Ciavarro’s. i have to thank dario for bringing his webcam over and shaz for setting up skype so that I could take part in my own little way. though I have to say, watching everyone walking around in the apartment, eating and drinking, while I sat on a chair in my kitchen slash living room, yeah. kind of bittersweet.

the only time i left my place today was to go to The North Side. yes. yes, they do that here. apparently the North Side isn’t the good side. So says the people on the South Side. I live on the South side. all i know is that there’s a shitty mall and an industrial park on the North Side.

anyway. North Side. Karaoke. i swear it was like a truck stop karaoke bar. holy fuck. it was epic and ‘shake your head and groan’ at the same time. the kind of place where you walk in when you get there and many people are missing teeth and the person singing makes you want to hit them for butchering such an easy song.

but. the upside. drunk people are more appreciative of people singing. especially if you sing well. which, let’s face it, I do. especially when it comes to karaoke. i will rock your face off even if you aren’t drunk. true story. i watched four drunk guys all fuck up Ice Ice Baby. all four of them. not a single lyric to be known. i did four or five over the time we were there. after the second song I did (Rock and Roll, Led Zep fyi) and fucking beaned it, i went back to sit at the table we had and some drunk chick who was with the four guys who fucked up Vanilla Ice came over and told me that I was super good that that. Then she stuck out her hand, wavering drunkenly and said “I’m lynn.” so I shook it said “I’m pat.” and then she went to sit with the four guys who sucked. you know, the kind of guys who dont have ed hardy, but they have the cheaper equivalent and when they’re drunk all of their buddies are faggots? yeah. and just because i know one or two of you is wondering, no number. really though, get a number at a truck stop karaoke bar? there has to be a rule against that. or at least a health code violation. even if she was kind of cute.

anyway. i had the last song of the night, had the whole bar going with Wanted Dead or Alive. didn’t get stuck on the way home. well, ok, i had to creep through the snow at the entrance to the alley to the parking lot here.

and now i am here. and now i will sleep. and tomorrow i might jam with some of the derby chicks who want to play some music. dont worry chad it’s not the blues.