10/28/12.2 : In which a Hurricane Party contains no hurricane

I'm currently standing on my roof looking at the Manhattan skyline with a few friends. We just watched Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World (if I ever cite something else as my favorite movie I'm lying) and a few drinks have been shared. It has yet to rain on us.

Tonight has been wonderful. Beautiful and delightful. I'm with friends, have supplies, and the weather's a bit windy but is still holding. All in all, Sandy's been sweet so far.

10/28/12 : In Which I Prepare For A Hurricane

First and foremost let me say I'm not scared of Sandy. That said, half of Long Island is evacuating. I'm not in the evac zone up here in Queens, so in theory we're looking pretty steady. That's the theory I'd like to hold to, so here's hoping it's nice and valid.

In other news I just got back from the gym for the first time in far too long and my arms and chest and shoulders are mightily protesting that fact. I've learned I have a new motivating figure. Before I get into that, I'll explain a small thing. I don't like to go to the gym, and the only way I can motivate myself to get through a workout when I do go is to have a goal in mind. For most of the summer, that goal was Andrew Garfield in The Amazing Spider-Man. Today, that changed to Game of Thrones's Jon Snow. Pictures included for reference.

I'm not entirely sure why my mental goal has beefed up so much, but it seems to have gone from a still-kind-of-scrawny but well-defined geek to a rather buff rough-and-tumble swordsman. I'm pretty okay with this. I think part of that is because I'm still really skinny but so are a lot of images of Spider-Man. That might have started to not be enough, though, so I needed something a bit manlier.

Anyway, that's my random updatelet. There will be more of these as time goes by but it's time to go now. Headed to Target to get a few last minute supplies. Bye-o!

10/25/12 : In Which I Was Unproductive

I gave myself one job today. One task to complete. And as I'm sure you can already tell, I did not complete it. What, you ask in disbelief, was this monumental task that he speaks of? What Herculean obstacle did he wrestle against? What boulder did our modern Sisyphus attempt to roll up that treacherous mountain? Well I'll tell you, my faithful friends. I'll tell you in hopes that the shame of a defeat so complete, so fully realized, will push me to try again tomorrow to mount an offensive again the enemy that trounced me on the battlefield today.

I speak, of course, of my bedroom.

But Jesse, I hear you saying now, surely you could muster up the motivation to at least move that small mountain of laundry from your floor to the hamper! "But alas!" I retort, hand placed dramatically against my forehead. "There are still, like, three clean socks and a shirt in that hamper. I would have to move those first!" And at this point you're likely getting annoyed and wondering why I don't just do that, then. Well to that I must answer, "I don't have drawers in which to store them!" Also I might remark that drawers doesn't look like the right word but I'm pretty sure it is so you should ignore that. The rest of this dialogue is likely you wondering why I don't have drawers and me revealing that none of the furniture in my room is mine, and the wire shelves I've been storing my everything in are being taken back by the former occupant of said room, so I'm short on storage. Then you ask, well, all of your clothes that aren't hanging in your closet are dirty so why not at least put them in your hamper and then the conversation gets way too circular and we both explode in a mess of unnecessary verbosity and boredom at this truly meaningless topic.

In lighter news, I bought light bulbs so I'll finally be replacing the one in my room which has been out for a month and the one in the living room which we lost today maybe? I don't know. I never go out there. And now I'm going to wait for Claire to get home so we can be adorable and have a nice Skype-date with dinner and wine.

Peace out,
Jesse