I always did love that car

Last night after I gave my Moulin Rouge tickets to the sweet guys celebrating their seventh anniversary, I called Mike to see how he was feeling. I took him some dinner, and watched a couple hours of Futurama. After I made fun of him for his Netflix choices, we watched that gem of spectacular and terrible dialogue Chronicles of Riddick. Why did Judie Dench do this movie? Did she owe someone a lot of money? How did everyone say "necreomonger" so many times without laughing? It was awesome.

Today I saw a purple convertible Cadillac, shooting around a right hand turn at about forty miles an hour. It was sunny and windy like early summer and it was happiness. I drove with all my windows open, shoulders bare to the gold sunshine.

Sarah and I ate lunch at Central Market. Aside from the birds, it was good. We discussed the greatness of Anthony Bourdain. (Today I finally managed to snag a copy of Kitchen Confidential at Half Price and it happens to be signed! Hah! $9! Exclamation point eleventy one!) I ate weird pickle chips that were both spicy and sweet. I'm still unsure if I enjoyed them. But right now, thanks to Bourdain, I'm craving a deep fried oreo cookie. I know, so vile, but it sounds good right now. I want something fried and bad for you.

I need a bunch of new icons. A Bourdain icon, an 80's metal icon, etc. Icons! (Why am I full of exclamation points?)

Also, the Takei video circulating is the most hilarious, hilarious response to major sports homophobia ever.

house house house

So I'm watching the most recent episode of Extreme Home Makeover, which happens to be the episode shot in Austin. The home builder who donated their services to this episodes was Jimmy Jacobs, who apparently does a lot of work for both the Children's Advocacy Center, the Palace Theater, the Austin Assistance League and Habitat for Humanity. I do like to see businesses that work to improve their communities. Out of curiousity I started browsing their site. Bad idea.

I fell in love with a house that is so far out of my ability to ever afford like ever ever. (Actually I did the math and it is about 200K over what I could feasibly finance on my own.) Sigh. I knew I shouldn't have done that. Compared to other parts of the country, housing prices aren't too bad here. But it remains wildly unaffordable for me and thousands of other people like me in this town and even working families.

One day I want to have my own house. Of all goals related to careers and prosperity and personal achievement, I want a house. I want a house, with trees, bookshelves lining a wall, a yard, big windows, a giant bath tub, and a kitchen big enough to spin around in while making pies on shiny counters.