Hrm. I'll come out with the twofold joke straightaway. I have to rework this whole site because sooner or later I'm going to want a cleaner file structure and the good riddance of some of my derelict files. A site overhaul. Also, I have spent a lot of my weekend running from place to place, hence hauling. Also, I have spent a lot of yesterday lifting and moving heavy things from a sea of furniture to dorm rooms and my own room, also hauling. The joke is only twofold because one of those three things isn't actually funny. I'll let you guess which.
So while I'm making this progress in overhauling and this overhaul in progress (and really, couldn't progress itself really use an overhaul?), I'm going to change the look of things inside and out. Of course my file structure will be cleaner, and I'll either update some of my categories or combine them into something more logical. You won't see that.
The other part, you get to vote on. Isn't that great? You, the average reader, will get to vote on and take part in the creative structure of my site. And you don't even have to do a thing. I'll simply whisk into your dreams and take from them samples to display on my site itself! All voting should be this easy. So don't worry about a thing.

As for current events, I spent the past weekend running all over creation, and really each of these could be its own entry. Since I'm trying to grow as a comic writer, I need to practice making punchy prose. So here goes.

Friday. Work was so dull I don't remember it. I was supposed to be there for my (now forth, seriously WTH guys) job to mentor anyone who comes in looking for help with the Adobe creative suite. Kevin and Leslie call me about the time I'm looking for a ride home, and I agree to meet up with them after. Kevin drives and picks me up after my shift, where he asks if I know the way to cinema deluxe, and would I like to watch Indiana Jones? I would. We go to dinner at California Pizza Kitchen first, which was not itself actually pizza but was pretty tasty. There's time between our dinner's end and the movie to fill in, and I want a coffee from Whole Foods down the way, and could we go? We get to the car and parking is starting to look ugly, so we decide to stay parked and crawling around the place as I choose Caribou in place of the doubtless excellent Whole Foods. Caribou feeds me their darkest available, an Etheopian blend that tastes like berries and is not at all dark. The coffee tasted smooth and good, went down easy though black, and perhaps I should be glad it wasn't thicker or darker as I had to hurriedly quaff the brew before the movie started. Les had some trouble with the weather.
The movie itself was fun. Check your disbelief at the door, for while it says Indiana Jones on the title, this movie is more like a sequel to Star Wars or ET or American Graffiti. Rather than try not to spoil anything for ye, I will list the various elements that this movie contains in no particular order.
Giant flesh eating ants.
Soviet mind control.
A walking, talking china doll from the Ukraine.
A living village of mannequins.
Empathic prarie dogs.
Street racing.
A hybrid dance sequence-firing squad execution.
Magnetic gold.
A nuclear blast.
Untrained attack monkeys.
A fencing match on the back of two jeeps.
A jocks v greasers gang fight.
A motorcycle chase through a library.
Triple agency.
And ropes made of living snake.

Saturday. I got up early for me on a weekend and roped a ride to the metro station where I set off to meet with a person from the internet about a room. An hour or so later I arrive, wait about five minutes and meet the man himself. Between unanswered phone calls, known appointments, unknown appointments, girlfriends, work, and Dungeons and Dragons, no one I knew could accompany me on my day trip to DC. Seeing the place in person made me understand why I didn't want to go alone in the first place, but maybe it's best that none of my friends actually see it, because then none of them would let me live there. I will say that the apartment itself was small, immaculate, and full of friendly people. The rest I will leave to your imagination, with a little spurning as to ask: where could the place be that would make me say all that?
Saturday night.

Sunday. I had mistakenly prepared to disembark on a journey to College Park. I got the week wrong apparently, even though I had checked the date only the night before, and quickly reversed course on the train and got back to Springfield, where I opted to be less of a nuisance and more of an athletic and hoof it from the station back to the house (a 90 minute walk). Maybe I'll show up an hour late, having threatened to be a week early. I played some Crystal Chronicles: Ring of Fates afterward, and decided to engage in an experiment for later. As it turns out, no one on the internet (that is, gamefaqs) has written up an item faq that explains what all the multifarious gems combined with items make. You have over 100 patterns for equipment, and each can fit any of 13 gems, so this is a nontrivial arrangement. To make matters more excellent, the patterns needed to make a thing always have a different name than the thing itself. I'm sure there's a reason in there somewhere.

Monday. I set to start my experiment by recording all of my crafting and then hitting reset to begin again with different gems. I've pretty much concluded at this point that added materials do not change the stat boosts of an item, and only affect the equipped bonuses. Of course, some of those equipped bonuses are themselves stat boosts, so meh. I've played Diablo 2 before. Before I can get fully into the experiment (which also involved flaying the game's final boss for the fifth time), Bonnie got a call from her aunt. Apparently, there was going to be a purge of furniture in the freshman dorms on campus, and anyone would be welcome to come over and simply take furniture. We left straightaway, calling any interested parties we could think of. We arrived with five pirates and two vessels, including one cargo vessel, and plundered in total two loft beds, three desks, and some assorted swag from about the drawers. They had nothing like a bookshelf. When we arrived I thought to call John, and as I did I heard the ringer myself and quickly located him mere feet from where I was standing, himself already picking through furniture. I had promised myself that I wouldn't do anything too strenuous after my journeys for the last two days, but I suppose this was more upper-body anyhow, and I'm not too sore today so I suppose I'm alright. For the effort, I got to sleep in a bed last night. Hah.
Who knows what exciting events will unfold in the coming week?

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