June 29 ,1997                               
STEAMING MUG
  Food Adventures
1:47 am
    --- Band practiced! Really loud. I carried my rack of equipment on the bus, then up the hill to Kris' house, where the practice was taking place. By the time I got there, my arms were limp, floppy, useless appendages. There weren't many three pronged outlets in the house. Of course, all our stuff plugs into three-pronged outlets. Also, no one else had a power strip or extension cord. Thus, pretty much everything was plugged into the duct-tape covered power strip that lives in my rack. Note to self: buy one of those things that puts a ground pin on two hole outlets.

    After practice, we went down to Jack-In-The-Box to eat. I hadn't eaten there in months! There were no JITBoxen near my house in Portland. Sitting down to eat, I could see some of the ad-mobiles that fast-food places suspend from the ceiling reflected in the window. "Ice Cold" "Piping Hot" [various food marketing material, etc.] This started a silly line of conversation at the table: Mmmm! Ice cold chicken sandwiches! Piping hot soft drinks! [rest of inanity omitted] Unfortunately, we developed a sick interest in the possibility of piping hot pepsi, and Kris vowed to try it when he got back to his house.

    Sure enough, he purchased 2 liters of Pepsi brand fizzy brown drink and brought it home for the experiment. He poured a small amount in a mug and put it in the microwave. Minutes later, he had a steaming mug of Pepsi. Hurm. We both tried it and made some odd faces, but were not totally disgusted. The flavor is hard to describe. The closest I can think of is those gummy coke bottles, except maybe a little more plastic-like. Now I know what to serve my guests when I have no cocoa. Hee hee. Must remember to keep camera on hand to record facial reaction. Kris decided that a little cream might help the flavor, so he poured a little milk in. Then it DID become revolting, and the mug had to be poured out. I can never truly describe what drinking piping hot pepsi is like, you had better go try it yourself (get your parents permission first, kids!)

  2600 2600 2600
    --- Later, we played 15 year old video games on the Atari 2600 which lives at Kris' house. (Kris' house. I wish they would name it something, so I wouldn't have to keep referring to it as "Kris' house") Those games are really difficult. When I was 6, I could kick butt at Atari Missile Command. I don't think I can get quite as far as I used to. Mmm. I must be getting old and slowing down. But then, I played "Red Planet", a low-flying-vehicle racing game which uses battletech pods, and won first place. Maybe I don't devote as much of my time to playing Atari 2600 games? Yeah.

    We pulled out an old game called "Dodge 'em". At first it seemed completely awful. Two blocky squiggles (typical Atari 2600 sprites) move around a square playfield. One of them is Yellow. That one is you. You try to eat all the dots on the playfield. You can only go anti-clockwise. The other one is purple, and it's the Bad Guy. All it does is try to crash into you, while making clockwise squares. "This should be called 'Annoy 'em'," commented Kris. Strangely, we became more and more absorbed in the game, because of it's surprising difficulty. Perhaps it was the hot cola, perhaps we were just really tired from practice. Whatever the reason, we became quite intensely involved in making the yellow squiggle EAT the goddamn dots, while avoiding that EVIL PURPLE SQUIGGLE. An hour later, after I had managed to pass the first level (It's REALLY HARD) the second, speedier level came up, and we had to shut the game down because we were getting a little too into it. Whew.

  Just get the hell away from me
    --- Now I sit in the extra room in my Dad's house, taking inventory of my life, plotting my destiny. I really like vacation. I have time for fun having and destiny plotting. Plus, I can write stuff on my page at 2 am if I want to. (2 am, cause I catch the bus from the U-district at 1 am) (The U-district; home of Kris, and the WOTC center)(Oh, and I guess the University, too)

    My current train of thought: I am hungry. I should get something to eat. Where's 7-11?

    I wonder what's open around here at 2 am? Hey, I brought a little food with me from my old kitchen... I wonder where it's packed? Hmm. I wonder if the maple syrup burst. All the food was wrapped in a towel, I think. No! I put it in a garbage bag, in my suitcase. Hey, that was a great idea. No maple syrup disaster worries. Whew. I guess I'll just go to sleep hungry. Then I can go eat breakfast at Burger King! Mmm! Garden fresh double cheeseburger!

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