So the new Massive Attack album is out and I bought it on the weekend. Then I noticed it includes some annoying copy control technology, breaking the CD standard and making it difficult to rip to a convenient format like mp3. When I did, it came out with a lot of little clicks in each song. Damn it.

I don't like is as much as Blue Lines, but maybe my annoyance over the crippled format is clouding my judgement.

After dinner and drinks on Saturday, a bunch of us went dancing. The front entrance had the words "GAY BAR" printed in large block letters. I really appreciated that. They don't want anyone paying cover and finding out there was a misunderstanding somewhere. I was glad to see both sides of the coin represented too, both boys and girls having a good time with their respective biological preferences. "Hey Wendy, I'm not breaking any rules by dancing with you, am I?" "No, I think you're ok." Right on. Fun place, but the music seemed to be the same beat over and over again. Homogeneous, you might say.

As we were all sitting around on Sunday, digesting brunch and enjoying the rest before dinner, Geoff suggested that we replace all instances of "lazy" with "civilized". Sleeping until noon and only getting up to eat fresh home-made cinnamon buns. How civilized.

Hmm. What can I say about last weekend that hasn't already been documented by others? Grant and Mike showed up on Friday and we picked up Ben. Then Warcode came on Saturday. Then Wendy showed up on Sunday without warning. I finally put my futon (aka the guest bed) away last night. So many memories. Pulled over by the cops, underdressed for fancy steaks, disappointed by the restaurant within spitting distance of my balcony.

We watched E.T. on Monday night. It was kind of surreal. I could remember most of the lines even though I hadn't seen the film in a good 10 years. When I was younger, I had one of those picture books with the narration on tape and the little sound that tells you when to turn the page. Michael Jackson was the narrator. I also had a poster of Mike (in a Cosby-esque sweater) and E.T. on my wall. Turns out that the girl Elliot kisses in the frog scene went on to such memorable projects as Baywatch, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Playboy Video Playmate Calendar 1991.