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Jason Holliston
 
Monday, November 15, 2004  
Segue Into Chuck-E-Cheeses

I had a very relaxing weekend. It was the first weekend of alone time that my fiance and I have had since she moved in, and we made the most of it. You guessed it: we watched Farscape on DVD! It really doesn't get a heck of a lot better than Sunday afternoon. The wind was howling outside, as it does during the winter in Troutdale, with the wind chill likely in the 30's. Inside, though, a wonderful series of hours wrapped up in the most original sci-fi show ever to grace the American television screen. I've had the closing mini-series on TiVo for the past month or so, holding off, waiting for her to catch up. She had watched several Farscape episodes, but it's such an in depth series, you really need to watch nearly all of them to get something out of it. So, one-third of season one finished, and about three and two-thirds seasons to go.

Break to Monday night. It's the daughter-to-be's eighth birthday, and she had a date with Chuck-E on the West Side. What a mind numbing place. The only redeeming qualities are the skeeball and watching (amazingly) how much the kids freaking love that place. Believe me, you haven't lived until you hear 5 little girls scream at the top of their lungs at their highest pitch. Or maybe you have, and I just can't hear you remind me. What? Huh?

Oh, and one last thing before I sign off for the night and get some much needed sleep. Here's one of the general rules of autumn: whenever you rake the leaves in your yard, it's guaranteed to be one heck of a windy day the next day, freshly placing exactly as many leaves as you picked up the day before back on the grass. Always happens, I swear. God does have a black sense of humor (and yeah, I usually get it).

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