Friday, August 31, 2007

The Week in Skype Messages


[9:53:44 AM] Scott says: I couldn't get to sleep Wednesday night, so around 4 AM it occurred to me I could get wasted and that would put me to sleep. So I broke into Bob's rum. This put me to sleep, but I didn't get up till 1.

[9:53:56 AM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
lol. OK

[9:54:16 AM] Scott says:
In retrospect, not one of my better ideas.

[4:19:50 PM] Scott says:
I've got to buy a bottle of Rum for Bob, since I drank his. But his bottle wasn't full, so I'm entitled to half. What say you?

[4:20:20 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Does he know you drank it? If you drank it without his permission, I think he's entitled to some interest or something.

[4:20:56 PM] Scott says:
Why would he be entitled to interest? I didn't check it out of his rum account at the bank where it was earning a steady 5%.

[4:21:11 PM] Scott says:
If anything, he's getting fresher rum out of the deal.

[4:21:23 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Does rum go bad?

[4:21:39 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
But you deprived him of the possibility of drinking rum that night. Surely that's worth something.

[4:22:10 PM] Scott says:
He's in Florida. Or San Francisco. Somewhere.

[4:22:39 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
What he doesn't know can't hurt him. You owe him a half-bottle.

[4:24:39 PM] Scott says:
Though I suppose he could have called Wed night and said to give his rum to somebody--and I did rob him of that choice. But I think I've got an implied licence to drink a roommate's stuff so long as I replace it.


[4:45:38 PM] Scott says:
Make sure you read that article on the usefulness of men.

[4:45:46 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
That thing was fucking long.

[4:48:31 PM] Scott says: That's what she--nah, too easy.


[4:58:34 PM] Scott says:
I'm out. Want to come to my place, watch something or other?

[4:59:03 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Sure. Should I bring something to watch, or do you have enough Weeds, Wire, and whatever else?

[4:59:26 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
And should I bring some scotch? If you tell me what kind of rum, I might be able to get it at Schneider's for you.

[5:00:32 PM] Scott says:
Bacardi Superior, I believe was the name. Actually by the end of the evening, it was more like Bacardi Bacardi Superior Superior.

[5:00:43 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
heh. OK.

[5:00:44 PM] Scott says:
Check for the first one, and the latter if you can't find that.

[5:00:49 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:


[11:28:21 PM] Scott says:
I hid the rum from myself and now I can't find it.

[11:28:26 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:

[11:28:49 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says: That is my new away message.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007


At the very least, I got in my run today. Also did some abwork, and lots of laundry. Bob's left for a week--when I have a roommate, I keep the seething pit of entropy that are my belongings barricaded in my room, but the moment I have the house to myself, the second law of thermodynamics breaks out, covering every available surface with semi-folded laundry, candy bar wrappers, pagodas of dirty dishes, half-read books, and shoes.

David got me hooked on Big Love (after getting me hooked on Weeds and Flight of the Conchords), so I've been catching up with that. Viewing this is accompanied by frequent emails to a Mormon friend, all along the lines of "The characters on Big Love are doing X. Do Mormons really do X?"

[5:34:36 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Since when is mooning illegal? And how does the Secret Service issue warrants?

[5:56:48 PM] Scott says:
A. Beats me--the night sky does it all the time. B. Any way it wants.

[9:00:18 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Hmm. First adjective that comes to mind when sipping this wine: "stinky"

[9:05:56 PM] Jay Goodman Tamboli says:
Should I conclude that all sauvignon blancs are stinky, or just this one?

[9:08:06 PM] Scott says:
Interesting question. Raises immense philosophical issues: how many data points does one need to conclude something about the entire category? How does one define category?

Monday, August 27, 2007


I feel compelled to blog something about my life, such as it is. Some things have happened. Let's go in reverse order.

My belly is kind of squishy lately. I had begun jogging, 3 miles a trip. But then this kind of legendary heatwave blew through, the streets turned to magma, and running became impossible. I had planned to go this evening, but the metro I was on stalled out at Arlington Cemetery and I had to ask Jay to pick me up (Jay has graciously kept himself unemployed so that he can do stuff like this for me at a moment's notice). So I just got home.

Last night I had trouble sleeping, probably because I slept in the that morning, which is in turn because I had David and Paige (my brother and his oh-so-cute girlfriend) here for the weekend.

They got down Friday, we went to see Knocked Up at the ol' Cinema n' Drafthouse--which was hilarious. We planned a trip to the zoo Saturday, but there was a heat advisory in effect and Paige was chompin' at the bit to go to Nordstrom's, so we went shopping. Each excursion outside of the condo ended with us returning drenched in sweat and needing a little nap and rehydration. We thought of activities that took place in air-conditioned environments, and settled on another movie. Jay joined us for Death at a Funeral--though we missed the show we were aiming for and so went to the White House, Borders, and then a bar while waiting for the next one.

One of the funniest movies I've ever seen.

Then we came back, ended up--of course--drinking Pinot Grigio and watching Office episodes. They left Sunday morning, I spent the day reading my book (I'm on the second of the Baroque Cycle), until Hanah, whose husband is in the Ukraine, asked me to go see Hairspray (which was also good, giving the weekend a 3 for 3 record).

But that was this weekend. Earlier in that week, Jay turned some ridiculously high age that I can't even calculate without my abacus. I bought him (very very nice) cigar called an Anniversary, which led to this exchange at the tobacconist:

ME: I'd like this one.

CLERK: Anniversary?

ME: No! It's just my friend's birthday.

CLERK: Anniversary is the name of the cigar.

Though I enjoyed the one I bought, Jay got halfway through his and turned a pale green color and started to totter back and forth.

Now, let's go back like a week and a half before that or so, when I was taking the MPRE and while signing in, looked up to see Celine, who I hadn't seen since November, when she moved back to Paris. She was taking the test too--we went for coffee afterwards and ended up spending the whole weekend together. We talked over things, reminisced fondly, smoothed some spots that were left rough, and all in all left things in a lovely place. I bought her a Ravel CD and sent her back to Paris.

If I had recorded these things at the time they happened, I'd have much more to say. I didn't, and so I don't. But things have been nice, I'd say.

Alvy Singer: [narrating] After that it got pretty late, and we both had to go, but it was great seeing Annie again. I... I realized what a terrific person she was, and... and how much fun it was just knowing her; and I... I, I thought of that old joke, y'know, the, this... this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken." And, uh, the doctor says, "Well, why don't you turn him in?" The guy says, "I would, but I need the eggs." Well, I guess that's pretty much now how I feel about relationships; y'know, they're totally irrational, and crazy, and absurd, and... but, uh, I guess we keep goin' through it because, uh, most of us... need the eggs.