i was thinking the other day; if green lantern’s powers all come from his ring, why has no one ever just slipped some rufies in his drink and taken it while he’s sleeping? he’d be pretty much fucked at that point, right? then it’d be like when you steal your little sister’s doll or something and wave it over her head and she’s just whining and hopping and helpless to end your torment.

[ed: i just looked this up on wikipedia (see: power ring), and it turns out some iterations of green lantern through the years have been able to summon the ring back to them if it is stolen or removed. psh. easy out.]

regarding my actual life, i am utterly spent. the weekend in vegas was lots of fun, especially the first night when jess, mad and i found a lucky roulette table at the endearingly low-budget frontier casino, slogan: cold beers and dirty girls. the three of us made friends with an nice lady named gina who brought us good luck and thought we were a laugh riot, so it was all fun until she bailed and too our luck with her. weak sauce, team, we should know when to quit next time.

saturday was pool day and very relaxing, maybe so much so that by the time we got some drinks in us at the big conference party at the palms, we were zapped. of course, not until after we lost more money of course. i’m beginning to fear that my dear dear girlfriend may be the source of my bad luck on the past two trips to vegas. after all, the previous three i walked out at least 50 bucks ahead… but i’m really hoping it’s something else, like, you know, getting drunk and making dumb bets.

not to let a nice bad luck streak end, i returned home early sunday morning on a 6am flight, to walk back to a long term parking lot at 7:15 in LA and a car with an utterly dead battery. another 80 bucks down the drain. lucky for me the guys at the lot had a jump kit, which is kind of like a magic yellow miniature briefcase. so i drove home, slept half the day, and had to sweat through replacing the battery in my 90-degree garage.

then monday, i get up early, again, fly out for a meeting, and due to others going over time, come right back without having done anything all day but wait. find out as soon as our plane lands we get to go back for 9am the next day, which means waking up at 5:30. that’s three days of waking up before the sun. not to mention i had to go see the rakes show at the troubadour that night, and i realize during the set i’m not even really that into the rakes and i should have stayed home to eat ice cream and doze off on the new couch instead. that would have been so much more productive and delicious than a decent band with a singer who doesn’t really sing and getting stuck behind a guy with carrot top hair who just loves to bob and weave to the music.

alright, i’m descending into a rant now and like i said, i’m spent, so i will take tonight to recuperate and be cheerful brian again before you can say wednesday.