friday night saw me wait for debbi get ready not once, but twice. i totally took a nap. but when she was done, she looked swanky (she actually looked swanky both times), and we met ricky and laurette for grub. initial plans sent us to onion creek, but apparently they were having some kind of post-hurricane, refugee auction and had those fuckers packed in like cattle cars. we ended up down the street at dry creek, which was fine cause i think i like them better.

after dinner, we retired back to the stone age, played neanderthal charades, and personified the candle-lit shadows on the cave walls with the spirits of angry grape gods whose fermented blood we had to imbibe before we could enter the promised land. in keeping with the prehistoric theme, we listened to motley crue on cassette.

sushi at korea house saturday night. my roll was called a “mexican orgasm”, and as a hispanic, i can vouch: yes, it was that good. serious bonus points for hearing the korean waitress say the words “mexican orgasm” with her accent and a straight face.

fred took us to buy comics at the world’s most awesome comic store. not really, but it’s the bizarro world version of nan’s which means it had everything we’d been looking for but had been unable to find. plus a cute gamer-nerd chick behind the counter. prevailing sociological theories surrounding gamer culture suggest she probably gives good head.

met elizabeth and re-met phryday. (lonny is the only person who gets two names.) their house is pretty awesome. saw zombie zombin on the zomb lounge and watched miisteria go bowliing on the wii. also met brad and kim(?) as well as a guy who looked reminiscent of cat from red dwarf. (his name escapes me, but he likes nodding head.)

sunday went to a nice brad and ‘auli’i‘s wedding. lately, debbi and i have been doing all these pseudo date activities with just her and i. it’s been nice, except i hope she doŸesn’t think i’m getting serious since i took her to a wedding. the first song played was depeche mode’s “never let me down again” and they also played that gogol bordello song about “purple” from the ‘everything’s illuminated’ soundtrack. (ironically, all the food was vegetarian. not even sausage.)

before we left austin, we stopped by to see zomb and eena’s maison de awesome. then we ate the world’s most fantastic schwarma, visited kick butt coffee, and listened to 96.3 fm (the republic broadcasting network).

seriously, if you’re in austin, tune in to 96.3 fm. it’s all kooks, all the time. there was a guy insisting the mortgage crisis was engineered so the UN could control all the water in the U.S. another guy who said the alien stories, though true, were released to distract us from the impending financial collapse (engineered by the bankers cabal and scheduled for sometime in october). another guy talking about the 20,000 bodies the news was not showing in galveston. another guy discussing how venezuela wants to unite south america, arm every south american (every south american), and attack the united states in may. a guy talking about how the government is an administrative state and not a constitutional republic (and why this means you don’t have to pay taxes). another guy talking about how obama was muslim and sent campaign money to radical islamic terrorists in sudan. and a guy talking about cataclysm being a year away and wisonsin would be underwater. (a caller actually called in to explain that only part of wisconsin would be underwater because is house was on a bluff that overlooked milwaukee. wtf?!?)

as seriously pretty awesome as the shows were seriously pretty awesome, the advertisers were pretty choice, too. they included survivalist seeds (5000 food pounds worth of seeds for $200) and the nets most popular choice for ron paul stickers. i’m pretty sure it was a pirate radio station, because they never announced the station id, ever.

nice weekend after a long, long week.

after work on friday, we went to whole foods, which is never a good idea. we were good though and spent most of our money in the bakery. debbi demanded some challah, and i wanted naan, and we both wanted cedar’s hummous.

much later, ricky came over to hang out and chat. i actually went to bed since i hadn’t slept since wednesday. once numbers closed venessa and some peeps came over, hustled me out of bed, and then we played poker and chatted till late.

venessa brought over some plum saki and it was delish. twas a good time.

we spent saturday afternoon at a baby shower for one of debbi’s friends. after that, we tooled over to granny and paw-paw’s to drop off the buddha.

debbi felt crappy, so she laid down, and i finally tried the indo-pak “fast food” place over near debbi’s mom’s house. they had two briyani choices: goat or fish. one never trusts the fish this far from the shore, so i had the goat. tasted like beef with the texture of pork. twas good.

we were supposed to have mac n cheese with roy and the née, but we were stuck in sugarland while debbi lay in bed. :-(

saturday night we went to the system to see gary off. met a couple of cool people and caught up with the usual suspects. debbi felt bad again, so i ran her back home, but we live close enough to walter’s that i could head back over and hang out some more.

today is home improvement day. i hung a shelf and changed some lightbulbs. then i updated livejournal and checked myspace.

My sweetest princess,
I’m dreaming of your sweet hair,
my nose pressed against your neck,
dreaming your sweet scent.

by popular demand, i am nesting in the hidden treehouse of doom perched atop the tallest tree at the top of a long ridge in the northeastern united states. the sneegles are expected at any moment, and we are ready: armed to the teeth.

aiden is in full detructo mode. there are toys and books all over the living room floor. the first book he destroyed was kathy acker’s empire of the senseless. obviously, he’s not into “po-mo”. the second was tolkein’s silmarillion. he has impeccable taste. that book sucked. currently, he’s communicating his displeasure with 3rd edition ad&d. roy would be proud.

he’s got the cars’s first album blasting, and every so often he’ll stop to bop or tap his toe or break into a full-on dance groove. bostonian new wave is music for destruction. it’s no wonder the mooninites began their invasion in bean town.

yesterday, he hooked us to our harnesses and whip-stung our backs all the way to loews and back. even worse, on the return trip he had us haul cast-iron porch appointments and home agricultural accroutrements: window boxes, potting soil, moss, and plants.

i’ll let debbi tell you about the outdoor furniture for the porch. but the plants!

a menagerie of poisonous hernage, flora, and verdure. we know he expects the sneegles, but he is a consummate tester. last night we dumped our dinner portions into the small latrine hole he affords our cells and subsisted on a salad of tart lichens and bitter steaks carved from the underbellies of cockroaches. our candles were the cooking fires and our chains, the grills.

but i am not sure how long we can hold off from eating the tuck he painstakingly prepares for us each night. just now, he’s asked if i would share a banana with him. i will let him take the first bite.

Debbi and I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately. That’s nice. I love stories, which is one of the reason I love people: they all have such wonderful stories.

Last night we watched Chinese Ghost Story. It was recommended by someone, somewhere, based on something else we liked, and it really was awesome. Over-the-top Chinese, 80s, sci-fi horror acting and terrible 80s music video special effects, but we loved every minute of it. It was kind of a mix between horror and slap-stick. Combined with the effects, it reminded me several times of Evil Dead, minus the kick-ass, supernatural kÌung-fu choreography.

Tonight, we watched Stranger Than Fiction, based on recommendations from several people, including the Zombie, prime. Personally, I love Will Ferrel. He’s been great in everything I’ve seen him in (though didn’t enjoy the newscaster movie so much). However, I really liked the way this movie combined meta narrative with quirky, but believable characters. Maybe it was Dustin Hoffman, but it reminded me in bits of a less zany I Heart Huckabees.

Yesterday, we watched Man of the Year. That was pretty good, too. Definitely much better than it’s limited run suggested.Not really the comedy it was billed as, but more of a satire with a heart-warming, reaffirming, realistic end.

Inbetween movies, I watch the Aiden. He wiggles. All the time, he’s moving, feeling that stillness is insufferable. Too many things to touch. And everything goes into his hands and then into his mouth. He purposefully tastes on anything he comes across. It’s made me wonder what part of the world Ówe’re missing by not tasting more things.

He smiles a lot. Talks a lot. I’m not sure what he says, but he has his own language. He must, because he talks all the time. He talks to the air, to the couch, to the dog, to me, and sometimes just to pass the time. His language has Ds, Hs, and kind of a foreshortened L, all punctuated with vowels of varying lengths and changes in pitch and volume. His favorite seems to be louder.

Yesterday, I watched him climb into the chair in the living room. Today, he climbed onto the couch. Friday, he stood beside the kitchen table and stretched to grab bolts from the table-top. In a matter of days, all of our safe places have become unsafe. The laundry basket we’ve used to fence him into the main living area? He climbs on top of it now and likes to sit there and bounce.

His falls have become more acrobatic. He’s still trying to master standing, so his gyroscope still isn’t correctly dialed in. Yesterday, he was standing by the coffee table. He started to lean in one direction, and I think he tried tor each out with a hand and grab the edge of the table. And maybe tried adjusting his posture to regain his balance. Whatever he tried to do, the end result was he went up on one leg, spun a instantaneous 360, and slammed the his eyebrow on the table’s edge before landing flat on his back.

He falls a lot, and most times, he’s ok, so I just let him be. But he fell so hard this time, I jumped up immediately to make sure he hadn’t cracked his skull open. He lay there for a second, started to cry, and then stopped much sooner than I expected a fall like that to let him.

It’s almost one a.m., now, and the Aiden’s still up. We have to be careful now. Everything’s so interesting, if he’s given the chance, he’ll go from sleepy baby to indefatigable world explorer in about two minutes. He’s conquering the world right now, as I speak. Hopefully, I can calm him down and let the sleepies bring the dreams to his head.