The joy of the semi-demi holiday

We can take Coma Day as an optional holiday, but since no one ever calls or sends email support requests, I usually use my optional somewhere else and come in, because why not get paid to sit astride a T3 and dink around for the day?

This brilliant plan has its occasional flaws. Like today, when the building heating is non-operational (which usually happens the first seriously cold day of the season), and the landlord's office is Not In, like most places of employment.

Holiday recap; or, open another bottle of wine, goddammit

My "I am not doing any WORK" dinner evolved into making sourdough bread from scratch, roasting two ducks, making pie and super-dense chocolate cake, and over-cooking the asparagus...for seven diners. This seems to be some kind of psychological disorder on my part; I just can't help myself. Kitchen is a disaster area. Oh well.

For the rest of it, though, we enacted a form of Drunken Movie Night. Only, rather than going silly-bad => rotten-bad, we did "good", "fun", and "OMFG please stab my eyes out with a salad fork"--i.e., Sin City followed by Robocop followed by, God help me, Daredevil.

I had always intended to see that last, for train-wreck reasons; I have been carrying around a sick fascination, a need to see for myself just how awful it truly was. Indeed, by all accounts, it was a terrible movie even if you didn't have anything emotionally invested in the character--how much worse, then, for those of us who do? But I wasn't prepared for the depths of horror that awaited. Nothing could prepare you for that, except perhaps a few nights of having your head flossed with razor wire.

I screamed. I writhed on the floor. I clawed at my hair and eyes. I gestured frantically for my glass to be refilled, that I might escape to sweet oblivion. THERE WAS NO SANCTUARY.

(I think the worst of it is that, clearly, the perpetrator of this abomination knew all of the best sources and used them--he freely lifted dialogue and situations from Miller's run--but, with his unique gift, managed to take these elements of pure gold and distill them into a stream of diseased toxic waste. You'd think something of the original quality would have shone through, but no.)

Eli and jdev have managed to stagger into work with me. dariodevil had to drink a lot more to survive the movies, poor lamb, and is failing to arise from his bed. Now that is a successful Thanksgiving.

Edit: A look at the numbers that shape your world--3.5 bottles of wine, approx. 21 bottles of beer, and 2 large dark'n'stormies consumed.