Beer, Bread and Meat Weekend

brucius is coming over to drop off some game, some games, and a sword. This is good, because the enormous pressure of being entertaining enough for myself for two whole days was, like, killing me, man. While I'd like to be all manly and claim that I've eaten nothing but meat and bread and drunk nothing but beer, I have to admit that some vegetables, fruit, and fruit jiuce found their way in too. And coffee. I have, however, watched more DVDs, TV series, and MTV than I ever have before put together. I've seen Buffy (the wedding episode - the equivalent of an hour of non-stop in-jokes), half an episode of Charmed (Good gods, it's awful), Matrix III: Revolutions (Enh), Cowboy Bebop (Not bad, but surely not worth all the fuss there seems to be?), and 8½ Women (Actually held my attention. Not bad at all).

miroza_cat has demanded and got more attention than she normally gets in a month. Nuisance of a beast (she's reading over my shoulder).

Bonfire?

OK... just heard the doorbell. Trotted down, expecting brucius. Not him. An old man, very upright and British-colonel-ish, moustache, suit and tie, walking stick. "I say," he said, "Terribly sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't have any religious pamphlets about? We're going to have a bonfire." Blinking somewhat, I investigated the pile of stuff that's come through the letterbox, and told him that no, we had none. "Quite all right," he said, "Approve of it, really, even if it's less to burn. Many thanks." And he went on to the next house.

By the numbers

brucius has been and gone. We watched MTV, Mallrats, and drank. He's back in Dublin 'til the end of the year. I'm keeping his katana for him until he decides if the people in the house he's in can be trusted with it around, and a bunch of PC games, mostly in the strategy line. mr_wombat, you can come over and pick up your stuff anytime.

I'm settling in now for a long evening's spodding.