For some strange reason, I'm really torn whether Dead Like Me is as good of a series as I first thought after the first few episodes...

I'll keep you aprised. Maybe.

And now I have been party to two spreading of the ashes ceremonies aboard the Washington State Ferries.

It's my 30th birthday today... so, what have I been doing?

Let's back up to yesterday, the 13th, when after dorking around with some pals from work, I went to the Manette Saloon in Bremerton to meet up with some other friends from work and other friends from bands to see some band play, accompanied by Sir Mix-a-lot. The frontman was the only one listed for the bill, though I'm pretty sure his band doesn't also go by his name: Outtasite.

At midnight, when it switched over to being "my birthday," Mix was up on stage performing My Posse's on Broadway with the metal-fusion band, backed by Outtasite. I thought that was a pretty nice way to ease into turning 30. Of course, all the nackers present congratulated me: CoryJ, JonB, Mercedes, Willie, Cain, Rachel, Donna, Heidi, Tara, and Dusty. I even ran into one of the girls from DAT like 10 years ago, Amy Brewer, who is apparently trying to make it on Broadway (different Broadway) in NYC.

At one point, during the only other Mix-tune (Baby Got Back), Mix grabbed the cellphone from Tara (whoever the hell she is), rapped the second verse, then ended with something about lazy broke-ass punk get yo ass to the show and hung up on whoever Tara happened to be talking to.

Oh, and some pregnant lady was drinking and smoking there. Good job.

And some scary 50+ year old lady was shakin' her money-maker the whole time. I tried to forget about her, but I saw her this morning on the ferry, too, and all those bad memories came flooding back. Damn you Mercedes for pointing her out.

Moving right along. I went home, slept, awoke with a headache, tried to get rid of it, went back to sleep, woke again, got ready, went to Seattle, went to AVP (again) courtesy of the rest of Verdigris, had band practice, missed the ferry I needed to catch (not due to being late, but due to a massive amount of people trying to get out of Seattle), waited well over an hour for the next one, and eventually came home to a "Look who's 30!" banner taped to the garage door. Thanks 'rents. No, that's not the longest sentence in the world.

So, now I'm home, with my honey-baby-sweetie-darling, and I'm going to stop being on the computer.

It's here. AVP.

We went to the 12:01am showing last night. Oddly enough, for the only midnight showing in the county, I was surprised that it wasn't much more sold out... close, but not quite.

I loved it. There were very few parts where I felt it was slow. I loved tie-ins from the previous 6 movies and even the graphic novels of its namesake. And, with the exception of a couple severed f-words, the PG-13 rating didn't even bother me.

Now, I just have to live thru tomorrow.

Well, it's August. The date is looming less than two weeks away, and I'm in a terrible predicament of really looking forward to a couple things, and really dreading a few others... all of which are happening at the end of next week.

I'll let you decide for me, in chronological order: a dentist appointment, a day off from work, Alien vs. Predator, a doctor appointment, my 30th birthday.

(Rae: I fixed the Mozilla issue. It seems that Mozilla, being the most mighty of mighty browsers could not handle a multi-word hyphenated sentence. IE broke wrap on the hyphens just fine, as intended. Stupid fucking Mozilla... Doesn't even know what "this" is.)