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Guess who had a grrrrreat weekend!

No, seriously, take a guess. Go ahead.

Wha-? "Morgan Freeman"? No, I ... how the hell would I know what kind of weekend Morgan Freeman had? And why would I be writing about his weekend on my blog?

Look, I'm going to just tell you, because you don't appear to be very good at this game. The correct answer was "me." Next time, you know, think a little before answering.*

Anyway, weekend. Let's recap, shall we?

Friday: Went to see Bitter:Sweet at the Triple Door. If you get a chance to see them in concert, do so. It's like having sex for an hour.

Saturday: The Queen and I went to Ye Olde Timey Rustic Bed 'N' Breakfast, located in North Bend (a.k.a. "Twin Peaks"), to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary. We stayed in a small cabin just off the Snoqualmie River, decorated in an aggressively bear-centric motif. Not recommended for Stephen Colbert, salmon, or anyone else with crippling ursaphobia.

While there, our status as The Last People On Earth Without Cell Phones was reaffirmed. The cabins themselves lacked telephones, but the information card said we were welcome to use the proprietor's phone. I hiked down to the main office and knocked on the door, which was answered by the elderly gentleman that runs the B&B:

Proprietor: Well hello, there! What can I do you for?

Me: I was wondering if I could make a phone call.

Proprietor: Sure, go right ahead.

{Proprietor stands in the doorway, smiling at me expectantly. A long moment passes. He is then startled by a sudden realization.}

Proprietor: Oh, you mean with our phone? Come on in.

Saturday: Hiked up Mount Rainier. Well, okay--actually it was Mount Si. ALL RIGHT IT WAS JUST "LITTLE SI" ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?

And where was Squiggle during all of this excitement? Safely ensconced in the home of Ma and Pa Baldwin, where he was stuffed to the rafters with cookies and Maisy videos. We are currently putting him through detox, and have put him on a strict diet of parsnips and the films of Lars von Trier.

* I had just finished writing the first paragraph of this entry (and had not yet post it) when I got an IM from Sarah Brown:
Sarah: Okay, I know everyone jokes like, "Oh, I laughed so hard I spat?" But that link you sent me made me spit all over my nice clean computer.

Me: The Crazy Frog video?

Sarah: Yes!

Me: It's a thing of wonder, for sure.

Sarah: That kid in the back, I want to hug him.

Me: No, don't! He would be changed forever. There's like a Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle at work: he can behave like that, or he can get hugs from girls, but one negates the other.

Sarah: True.

Me: Hey, changing the subject: guess who I am going to see in a few hours.

Sarah: Morgan Freeman?

Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted on March 19, 2007 to Storytelling


It's interesting to see just how many girls want to hug the brother in the back.

Mr. Asada looked a lot like that when he was a kid, actually. Might well have danced like that, too. He eventually started getting the hugs, but it took him a while.

Posted by: Carny Asada on March 20, 2007 10:33 AM

Re your Saturday entry - HEATHER ARMSTRONG, IS THAT YOU?

Posted by: widdershins on March 20, 2007 10:53 AM

I *love* Morgan Freeman, but I have always had this weird mental block where I can never remember his name when I'm talking about him. Maybe you just fixed it.

Posted by: Ashley on March 20, 2007 11:05 AM

I haven't been that stunned at the lack of a cell phone since I watched the characters in "The Blair Witch Project."

Posted by: Greg on March 20, 2007 11:07 AM

A friend of mine writes a blog. Its somewhat more...I don't think daring is the right word, perhaps profane than yours.

Anyway, I've been thinking that he deserves his own soapbox for awhile.

If you have any hints as to how I can publicize his rants I would greatly appreciate the info.



Posted by: Jason on March 20, 2007 1:31 PM

Ya know, the thing about cell phones is that you don't actually have to take them with you everywhere. I have one, and I regularly aggravate my friends by leaving it at home when I'm not on a long road trip.

You and The Queen should have gotten married in the late Spring or Summer. There's some good rock climbing routes at Little Si, but they're pretty damp this time of year.

Posted by: C. on March 21, 2007 5:03 AM

No! I am the last person on the planet with out a cell phone! It's gotten to the point where people just get that look when you tell them, they just don't understand.

Posted by: Mykal on March 21, 2007 8:26 AM

Ah, happy days. I remember driving along (well kinda) the Snoqualmie river in our recently purchased van. Of course, that was before the transmission broke. And the rip-off merchant who sold it to us got his Russian friends to fit a new one, and in so doing knackered the driveshaft. And the alternator broke. And the driveshaft broke at 70 on the freeway outside San Diego. And we slid off the side of a snow-covered hill somewhere near Asotin (no, I have no idea where that is - I live in London, UK).

mmm... happy days.

Posted by: Nick on March 22, 2007 9:39 AM

Thank you for the frogs. i cannot thank you enough. that was almost religious in it triumph of humanity.

i'm a sappy cheesedick, but DAMN. DAMN.

still in recovery

Posted by: Robes on March 23, 2007 6:24 AM

About a year ago I read about your infatuation with Bitter:Sweet and took a leap of faith. One iTunes purchase later I was in love and telling everyone about it.

That same day I contacted a friend about some useless piece of business and while I had her ear (with fava beans) I told her about my glorious musical discovery and who had turned me on to it (she is also an avid reader of your postings), but her reaction puzzled me. She began laughing and yelling to her co-worker (of doom) that I had just bought the Bitter:Sweet album and where I had heard about it. As it turns out her co-worker, we'll call him Nate: Sitter of Chairs, had read an earlier posting of yours praising the group. He too had immediately purchased the album, and was feverously spreading the word about them to his cubicle mates. My friend, Jen: Sayer of No, went on to make fun of us for being such followers, and has since resisted listening to Bitter:Sweet, as far as I know.

Anyways, thanks for the heads up about this extraordinary group and the rest of the time-killing posts.

The J: Writer of Comments

Posted by: The J on March 23, 2007 7:06 AM