In regards to this article at the Buffalo News, Rapist attacks girl passed out at motel, I was making a remark about this to the colleague graduate student in my lab.

“Seriously. Under age, drinking to intoxication, and then passing out at some cheap motel. Getting raped is just like the cherry on top of the sundae of bad mistakes.
*thinks about what I just said for twenty seconds*

Maybe I need a quote board of the stupid things I say.

Nothing special here, just a random update on life as I attempt (for the X37th time) to make a better mental attempt to use this. I started it, time to go with it some more. Let it evolve somewhere along the way, perhaps? This one is a little long, so steer away unless you’re bored!

Getting into a routine still has not been terribly easy. My friend Rob and I make our weekly visit to The Place on either Tuesday or Wednesday (seems to be Wednesdays, mostly) for some Spaten (I didn’t realize I would like their Oktoberfest!) and Shock Top (which I shockingly just discovered is a Michelob, shows how lousy of a beer snob I am) with some delicious food. I have a hard time saying no to the delicious clams casino (I need to try the steamed clams) or their enormous club. Seriously. First night I ever ate there, I could only eat half of the sandwich. I took the other half home. And then drank my ass off, but that was another story.

Anyways, Wednesday at The Place ends up 50% of the time continuing drinking elsewhere, most often the Thirsty Buffalo as of late. I’m sure we’ll end up somewhere else one of these weeks, but we seem to amusing the other bar-goers every time we’re in there. Don’t ask.

Monday and Thursday nights are likely resorted to network television now. I’m a big fan of 30 Rock, Heroes and House, and getting into Community, Parks & Recreation and The Office as of late. The Office I was disappointed with in their first couple seasons after watching the British series by Rickey Gervais, but the later seasons of the US version seem to have established some redeemable humor in my eyes. In addition to those, I’m trying to finish off my complete series of Arrested Development on DVD, as I’ve still not gotten around to finishing it!

Cleaning comes along whenever I remember to motivate myself to do it. I cannot say I’m the most energetically productive person by the end of the workday, but I can be fairly productive if I jump right on it. It has a tendency to cut into my ambition to cook, and so it becomes a nice back and forth struggle over “to clean” vs “to cook.” Unless it’s laundry. Laundry was soooo convenient having my own washer and dryer before moving. My new place has no hookups for that. I now have to frequent a laundromat again. Boo!

I’ve told myself I’m going to cook at least one (if not two) new dishes each week. My life will be boring enough for a while without me further inflicting any other lack of novelty on a day to day basis! I’ve got two huge cookbooks that were meant to exercise my mental craving for cooking. This week’s dish: swiss chard au gratin!

Living with hardwood floors is a change. I need to get into a habit of vacuuming and mopping. And not letting sharp unviewables make it onto the floor. I’ve impaled my right (yes, only the right) foot three times with fragments of staples from furniture packaging. I have since vacuumed thoroughly in an attempt to avoid this happening ever again.

Computer desk is clean. Dishes are done. Dining room table is clean. Bathroom is scrubbed. Floors need to be vacuumed and maybe mopped. Friends were entertaining the thought of me hosting Sunday football viewing here this weekend. It will be the first “real” company I will have had over since I have gotten moved in and settled (besides Holly stopping by for an item or two). I feel kind of embarrassed that I have no couch for sitting on yet (only a recliner and a papasan chair right now), but they’ve been forewarned so they know what they’re getting!

A ballet studio of sorts has opened across the corner from my place. I actually have a pretty good view in through one of the windows, such that I can watch women in tight, black unitards walk/dance around on the balls of their feet. I’d be more enthusiastic about that thought, but after a couple glances most of the women in there are on the “little too thin” side of my tastes. Regardless, it’s sort of interesting to see what they do for routines vs movie-based depictions I’ve seen on the big screen. I’d tell you the differences if I knew what they were!