This past weekend

SATURDAY
So, I got up at 7:30, awoke by a phone call from my mother wanting to make sure I take care of her plants. I got up, showered, got my stuff around, made sure there was plenty of food and water for the animals while I was going to be gone, and sat and beat Mega Man 2: Power Warriors, an arcade game I unlocked on my Mega Man Anniversary Collection disc. Tebo got here at quarter of ten and we were off within fifteen minutes, bound for Oneonta. Got there around noon-ish. Our excuse for this trip? OH Fest, a festival put on by the two colleges in town, Oneonta and Hartwick, plus the free concert. Personally, I think HO Fest has a better ring to it, but, that's beside the point! In reality, though, I couldn't care less about OH Fest or the free concert, it was just a good excuse to see some friends whom go to Oneonta.

So, anyway! We got to Oneonta, got our parking permit, Tebo and Jimi got lunch at Mills, a place on campus [yeah, keep track of how much I eat over the course of this weekend, I'm such a fucking idiot], and made our way down to Main Street, which was blocked off for OH Fest and packed with people. For the most part, OH Fest was incredibly boring. Mind you, it's only one or two, and the concert doesn't start 'til six. Whee. There were a couple things set up that I wouldn't have minded trying out, like this King of the Mountain climbing thing and this American Gladiator style arena, with little platforms two people stand opposite each other on and then try to push each other off with... I don't know what they're called, but, the staffs with the big pads on either end? Those things. And therein lies a moment to be shared! Tebo and Jimi weren't keen on trying these things with me, but, we did watch these two kids duke it out. Because we knew it was going to end in tears for one of them. And we were correct. Kid A is on the left, Kid B is on the right. Kid B turned to his right, no longer facing Kid A, and Kid A butted him in the side of the face with the end of his staff-thing. Kid B, understandably, crumpled while Kid A immediately hopped off his platform and got off the arena. There was a moment of concern wherein Kid B did not move, but he eventually stood up, removed his helmet, and went to leave the arena. I saw "went to leave" because, as he was getting over the wall, he fell on the other side. Insult to injury?

Other than that, nothing else happened. The three of us went to kill time 'til six, threw a frisbee around for a while. Nothing of interest. Around 5:30, 5:45, we went over to chill by the stage and wait for this free concert to start. Now's a good time to explain why I was not at all excited for this free concert. The line-up went like this: Eve6 was the headliner, with Separate Ways, a Journey tribute band, the Ataris, and, I learned once we got there, Rahzel from The Roots. I don't care about Journey, I don't care about Rahzel and his beatboxing, I don't like the Ataris, and I was only familiar with one song by Eve6, "Think Twice". Woo.

So, while we're waiting, watching Separate Ways get their shit set up, we people-watched. And there was this one creepy motherfucker. Just starin' at all the college girls, with his big, sunburnt bald spot and orange cushion he was constantly fluffing. There was one hilarious point where he just leaned really far toward this one group of girls settling down near him, blatantly staring creepily. It was awesome and horribly unfortunate all at once.

As for the bands... well, Separate Ways does indeed sound like Journey, so, go them. But... I don't care about Journey, so, I was uninterested. They had an hour-long set, during which time their singer ostensibly made a fool of himself as far as I'm concerned. There was a kind of sad moment where he brought his kids on the stage while he was singing and sang the song to them. It was sweet in concept, but, kind of ridiculous in practice. And there were several instances where he tried to make a joke and it just fell flat. There was a pretty funny moment where someone in front requested they sing Happy Birthday, because it was his 21st birthday. The singer basically called bullshit on him and said "Throw your wallet up here", which he did. And, sadly, that's where that story ends. He didn't sing Happy Birthday, but he did not vocally confirm whether it was the dude's 21st birthday or not.

After their set, I was a little hungry finally, so, we threaded our way through the crowd over to the Domino's trailer where I grabbed a slice of pizza, and made our way to a bench to chill through Rahzel and the Ataris, which we did. P.S., while I like beatboxing, and Rahzel was pretty good at it from what I heard of him, I don't want to sit and listen to that at a show. Not to mention, he was doing songs by Jay-Z and Kanye, whom I don't enjoy listening to. Blah.

Anyway, some time during the Ataris set we bombed over to a gas station up the road for a lavatory break and because it was a Stewart's and Tebo wanted some cookies. And here's another little moment to share! There was this big, rude mountain of a man in a red shirt there. Just a big fat fuck, who, apparently, was looking to get drunk, 'cause he at one point shouted at the folks working there, "Do you have malt liquor?!" But before all of that he was knocking constantly on the lavatory door while some poor girl was in there using it. And he was only in there a moment before he came out bitching about it. I don't even know what problem he had with it, specifically, he just angrily came out saying "Ugh, God!" Rude son of a bitch.

But, anyway, we made our way back to the stage and caught the last few Ataris songs, and then moved closer to the stage because we assumed Eve6 would be coming on next, and Jimi and Tebo were really looking forward to it. Oh, but no! Surprise, motherfuckers, Rahzel came back out! Woo, more beatboxing. And then he did some impressions, with sound effects and everything! Optimus Prime, which sounded more like Megatron, and a not-terribly-good Gollum. Yep. He finally got off the stage and they started setting up for Eve6, and even that took forever because there was a problem with the mics. No sound.

Finally, Eve6 came on and that was certainly the highlight of the show, as they were at least good at what they do. Legitimately amusing with jokes, and generally entertaining. See, the thing with Eve6 is, they're not bad, they're pretty entertaining, but... I just don't care. They're not bad, but, I don't think they're terribly impressive either. Just mediocre, from what I've heard. The guitarist is cute, though. But, anyway, yeah, definitely the best of what was there that evening. There was a guy there, though, who was apparently REALLY into Eve6. He was just screamin', headbangin', jumpin' around, singin' all the songs. Huuuuuge Eve6 fan, haha.

Anyway, the show ended, and we left. Made our way back to Jimi's dorm and basically just hung out 'til everyone crashed around two or 2:30 in the morning.


SUNDAY
I awoke at nine, an hour before the alarm Jimi set at 10 to wake everybody up. Yeah, I don't like sleeping in later than nine if I can help it, so, my body's kind of conditioned to waking up around that time, unless I go to bed really, really late. Like, around four or five in the morning. But, anyway, so, I went and took my shower, came back and did crossword puzzles until their alarm went off and everyone else woke up/got up. Initially, the plan was to leave around noon this day, 'cause Tebo had work at five. So, the four of us, Tebo, Jimi, and Jimi's roommate Lauren, went to Jazzman's, a place on campus, around 11:30, where Jimi and Lauren got some breakfast, then back to Mills where Tebo got another sub. Yeah, I didn't get anything again. 'Cause I'm an idiot and just wasn't that hungry. Then back to the dorm where we basically hung out the rest of the day. I know what you're thinking: "The rest of the day? I thought you were leaving around noon?" Well, we decided to stay longer and Tebo called off work. (^_^) So, we hung out in Jimi's dorm. Tiina eventually came over around quarter of two because her and Jimi had a project to work on for costume history. And, yep. That's basically how we spent the rest of the day, hangin' out, keepin' each other amused, and keepin' each other company. Now, during this time, I got hold of Jimi's camera and just basically went temporarily retarded. I was taking pictures of eeeeverything, especially trying to get pictures of Tiina because she hates having her picture taken. And we like us a challenge. I'll post up all these pictures from the weekend once I get them from Jimi. So, yeah. Other ways we kept ourselves amused, we left the dorm door open and I'd just say hello to anyone who walked past. Only two people responded, though one of them responded three or four times, and one of the times she said hello first. Maybe not as amusing to anyone else, but, I thought that was pretty great. And... oh, I played Jimi's spectrometer glasses. Those things are effing cool. Colors!

But, anyway, during this time the fact I hadn't eaten anything but a single slice of pizza and some little chocolate chip cookies all weekend started to get to me. I was just feeling weak, and if I stood up I'd get lightheaded and a few times my vision went black. I'm guessing because I almost passed out? I dunno, I've never passed out before, but, I'm guessing that whenever that's happened to me in the past that it's the closest I've come to passing out. But, yeah, that went on for a few hours, but, I didn't want to suggest going anywhere because Tiina and Jimi had to get that project done last night. It was due today, after all. So... I know, I'm an idiot, let's just move on. Eventually around quarter of eight I did, though, say we should go get dinner. And we went to this place called Poseidon's and ate dinner. I had a burger, "fries" [they were actually potato wedges], and orange soda. Mmmm. P.S., their pickles suck, they tasted like salted cucumbers. And, yeah, I know, "Pickles are salted cucmbers!", but... no, they're not, shut the fuck up. Pickles and cucumbers taste distinctly different. And these did not taste like a pickle, they tasted like salted cucumbers.

But, yeah, once we were done we bailed, and Tebo and I headed home. That was about nine o'clock. I got home, I checked some e-mail, sent some messages to Miss Jess'ka and Jimi, and then took my tired ass to bed.


So, there you have it. I know I haven't posted in, like, two and a half weeks. I've just not had much to blog about, I guess? Or maybe just not felt like it? I've honestly not watched any new movies in that time, so I didn't even have that. And long, boring entries are what happen if I just detail what I did in these days. Not to mention, it's bound to get into TMI territory, ya dig?

Because of the two bowls of Lucky Charms?

So, I'm off to college. Weird start to begin with. I have no idea where, consider it an unnamed location. And it's... odd. We [folk incoming] are all outside on a huuuuge lawn, just chillin'. Oh, P.S., Tebo's apparently going to this college as well. I don't remember him being around at this point, but, it's just dream-knowledge, y'know? Anyway, I don't know who any of the people around me are, but I'm goofin' off with some of them and, of course, checkin' out the ladies present.

So, some sort of announcement is made and we're all heading inside, and people are grabbing their pillows, as we were told to do, and some people are also getting a blanket. One of the people nearby me has a stack of around 15 pillows or so, but I think it may have just been a communal pile because several people are grabbing pillows from it. And, in my dream-head, I wondered if this was something being offered by the facility, but I decide not to chance it and I look around for other alternatives. Because, y'know, I can't go in without a pillow. Lo and behold, I see a pile of my stuff, with a pillow on top! So, I grab it and head inside.

Once inside, we're all herded along to various auditorium/theatres. I walk inside the one I'm directed toward and see that there's not a lot of people yet, so, there's a good choice of seats. I look around and see a relatively empty area off to the left. I take a seat there, near the back, and sit and wait. There is a person [I'm honestly not sure of gender, but I think perhaps male?] to the side of the screen in the front with some sort of machinery, possibly a computer? It kind of looks like a projector, but, clearly a poor angle to project anything on to the screen. Anyway, remember that person is there. As the lights start to dim, a young lady [who looks like Nora Zehetner, but isn't actually her or any of her characters, y'know what I mean? Well, maybe her short-lived character in May. Anyway, it just looks and sounds like her] asks to sit next to me. Being the courteous gentleman I am, I agree.

This part gets kind o' fuzzy [I should have written this down sooner, it's already starting to fade]. A movie started playing on the screen. I don't know exactly what it was, all I remember is that it was lame. And somehow I started to hit it off with the young lady. Then, again somehow, it came to my attention that Tebo was in the same row as me, just across the aisle [did I mention I was sitting in the seat right next to the aisle? I don't think I did] dickin' around on his laptop. And we got talking to something about Batman costumes that we were going to dress up for [not Halloween, I know that much] and he was going to just do his Joker thing again, and he was asking me if I was going to go as Harley Quinn. Or maybe I suggested it? Can't remember for sure. But the young lady [have you noticed I don't know what her name was yet?] interjected with a question about two Batman books [one of which was Joker, I don't remember the second] which we obviously answered for her.

Also, there was something about the kind of humor I'm into that Tebo mentioned. He said something about me being into things that play-on-words, or jokes based around mishearing or misunderstanding. He even had an example from a film, but, I don't remember either the film or the example, but it had something to do with paying for something with a Mandarin orange [that was the misheard line]. I don't even know if that's from a real film or not, but, dream-I was familiar with it.

At this point, the film stopped, the lights turned on, and whomever the guy/gal down at the front was started yelling at me and Tebo to shut up. XD Then the film resumed.

The young lady opens her own laptop and we start typing messages to each other in Notepad. I don't remember what exactly [at least for this part], but I think it was just kind o' light flirty stuff and just general get-to-know-you conversation.

Okay, here's where it gets really weird. A man gets up on the opposite corner of the room and walks around in front of the screen and then up the aisle toward us. Bringing two bags of clothing and his pillow. That's not the weird part, because, and I shit you not, it's Broly. For those of you not as geeky, that's a character from a few Dragon Ball Z movies. Not the television series, the movies. And I don't mean, like, a real person version, either. I mean a cartoon was walking towards us. Like a scene straight out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit?, man. How I didn't notice the animé character earlier on in the dream, I don't know. My sub-conscious is just making this up as we go along, it's all ad-lib. And it's not out of place, dream-I does not question it. And he's huge! Not just muscle-bound and ripped, he's also about nine feet tall.

So, anyway, he comes up and he starts strutting and trying to show off for the young lady. XD She shuts him down, though, and in a final effort to show off how strong he is, he throws his two bags and pillow across the auditorium/theatre. The first bag of clothing doesn't make it, it lands on a guy in the audience, who kindly just throws it along to where it's meant to be. The second bag of clothes makes it, and then the pillow doesn't fly far enough and hits another person. Funniest part, a little more dream-knowledge, it's not that his throw isn't strong enough. His aim is awful. XD Broly sulks back to his seat.

We're nearing the end, I promise. The young lady and I resume our Notepad chatting, and she asks me a question... I don't remember what it was, but I remember it being poignant and I turn the laptop away from her so she can't see what I'm typing in response. After a few moments, in the middle of my typing, she teases, "You could have just said 'It's all right.'" To which Tebo pipes up, not even bothering to look up from his laptop screen, "Good luck with that. He's quite verbose." She laughs and smiles at me and then I wake up.

Y'know, dream-Tebo is correct, I'm quite the verbose motherfucker.