Now that my dreaded Tuesday has come to a close (more than an hour ago, actually), I can safely live out the rest of the week with a certain kind of peacefulness that can only be achieved once beating down the opposition that is the colossus of a weekly schedule. It’s a good feeling, to be honest. I’m sure, if no one else, that Atlas can share the pain of this particular burden.

To understand this little story I’m about to tell, I need to fill you in on a little fact that will make this story far more understandable for you, as the reader. You see, my life is really boring — kay, consider yourself ready. Anyway, for Halloween I had this really grand scheme for what my friends and I should have done. And, by “grand scheme,” I mean that I wanted to go see Saw II, an absolutely terrible “horror” movie, at some kind of theater late at night. This plan failed like a flying penguin when we got all ready to go see an 11:00pm or some similarly timed showing and then realized that all the local theaters ended their last movie showings at 10:00pm. So instead I watched Land of the Dead and had myself a jolly ol’ time watching a ridiculously awesome and unnecessarily gory movie.

While I’m on the topic: I probably would have enjoyed DOOM a lot more had it had more action and gore and less pseudo-plot. I think the entire movie was just a build-up for The Rock to say “Semper fi, motherfucker.” Which, to be honest, is a scene well worth ninety minutes of build-up.

I don’t know which makes me more excited: the prospect of finally having my copy of Civilization IV show up on my doorstep in an absolutely ginormous box so that I may, at last, peruse through the two hundred page instruction manual in an effort to find out exactly what I’m doing in the game or the fact that there’s another upcoming IM football game on Friday night. The nerd in me screams “The Former! The Former!” while the big, hulking, beast of a man in me screams “Shut the hell up, twerp, gimme some pigskin lovin’!” At which point a series of loud thuds occur and the Civilization camp becomes all the more silent.

As luck may have it, neither of those two personalities has any inkling about how to approach a cute girl and ask her out to some kind of meeting that the two parties could partake in. This makes me a sad panda.

On the exercise front, I’m up to running a mile and a half a day, at a fairly mediocre rate. The weight-lifting that occurs flip-flops from day to day from curls with weights that could be described, at best, as pequeño to bench pressing weights that couldn’t even usher lunch money from previously stated pequeño ones. Yes, it’s a sad, sad sight, but thankfully I can be in-and-out of that general vicinity within fifteen — maybe twenty — minutes at max. So, after running a mile and a half, then lifting for about a half-hour-ish, then I just proceed to play basketball (ie. more running up and down court. Up and down. Up and down. Up an — dammit, I tripped, ow — and down) for another hour and a half or so. I tell you, I’m fit. Fit like a seal.

It was at this point in the entry where I realized a perfect tagline for the site would be: “Polycat.net - A Tribute to the Literacy of Trent Polack.” Sorry; had to let this revelation run its course or I’d be up all night trying to make it all fancy and flowery. Not really. Sometimes I just write — and, really, talk — just to make noise. It’s a habit more than anything. One that’s probably angered way more people than any kind of gauntlet thrown to the ground or burning of a flag.

I just realized at this very moment that the current necklace I’m wearing, and no, it’s not some kind of girly necklace or anything of the like — more just a typical frat boy/Abercrombie and Fitch spawned piece of “jewelry” that I’ve grown attached to (it’s the dark colors more than anything) has actually been around for a good three or four years now. Take a moment to consider that nothing I own lasts that long. It either gets absolutely owned by a giant house-fire back in second grade, some kind of wild dog energy streak that ends up in the destruction of a great many unrelated pieces of physical property, or just a sister on a warpath. Whatever the case may be, I don’t generally have things like that are still in some kind of usable of wearable state for very long. This is a true testament to my maturity as a human being — or, probably a far more accurate statement, something I occasionally find tucked away in a drawer somewhere, sleeping all safe-and-sound-like and take out to show a good time. Yeah, that last bit is probably way truer. I’m sorry to have let this necklace down though; the good times be hard to come by. It’ll have to settle for mediocre and fairly amusing times. Them be times aplenty.

I think that about does it for the nightlyish ramblings. Here’s a picture that is best left unexplained but that some may find some subtle hilarity in.