I am behind.  Not in an "oh my god I can't pay my bills way" (regain your breathing mother, my finances are fine) but in an "I have work to do so I'm going to let my personal life and housekeeping slide" kind of way.  I have much comments to respond to, an apartment to clean and a fiance to bother incessantly because he leaves on Thursday for a four day trip and that is just too long to not have him in the house making noise and messes. Also, the blog posting here? I could kick it up a notch.

This weekend we ended up not going to "buzzfest" or whatever its called…not because we didn't want to.  Not because we weren't up and dressed and ready to go on time.  Not because we weren't figuring out the best way to get cash for train tickets and Voodoo Doughnuts and not because we hadn't resigned ourselves to wandering around a beer festival all afternoon in the heat…but because our friend flaked.  Well, technically, he didn't flake–his other friend got sick and couldn't go so he decided to go on Sunday instead.  He did not, however, tell us that there would definitely be no beer-agogo until late that evening and by which time we had already decided to "screw this" and gone to Best Buy to buy the 3rd season of Lost on DVD (because it would be cheaper than renting it.  For serious. What kind of a society do we live in?) and had changed into pajamas.

This is not new behavior for our friend who has been known to cancel plans and then remember six hours later "oh crap, I forgot to let them know." and then call.  But, you know how it goes.  You move away, don't see someone for almost a year and forget how pretty much the best way to hang out with him is to call him thirty seconds before you leave and ask him to come along to somewhere you already planned to be.

I say this, of course, with all of the affection in the world.  Because he might be reading.  He is after all, one of maybe….one of Will's gang of compadres who does not bury himself in World of Warcraft whenever he is not sleeping or working.

That said, Will actually watched Lost with me.  Okay, sure, he played his Nintendo DS at the same time (god forbid he not be gaming) but we sat on the couch together and he asked questions about who the characters were and had some commentary about the story line and I even absolutely kicked his ass when he tried to do that whole "I'm so much smarter than the writers of this show" thing that sometimes people do.   Our exchange went something like this:

"Pfffft.  The writers on this show are so dumb!  There's no way a satellite dish could beam signals out!  Satellites receive information!" (said, of course, in a voice dripping with condescention)

"Satellite dishes can send information too…."

"No, Satellite dishes don't send information.  They receive information.  From the satellites orbiting the earth."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you really really sure?"

"I am positive.  I'm so positive I'd be willing to bet serious money on it."

"Okay but then….how to do the satellites orbiting the earth…..get the information to send out to the satellite dishes?"

"……………………………"[eyes looking all over the room for any way to tell me how my question can be answered with him still being right] "…………………………………………………………………..touche."

Good thing he didn't actually bet me any serious money on it!