We went to go see The Golden Compass on Friday and it was a pretty solid movie. It wasn’t the Lord of the Rings that it aspired to be, but damned if it didn’t have polar bears in armor tearing the shit out of each other. Whitey wanted some armor too, so I was forced to oblige.

The rest of the weekend included pajama pants and Mass Effect. That is to say, I laid around the house and avoided any heavy labor. You know you are lounging too hard when your feet get sore from the coffee table.

Norman came over Saturday and we got a little bit of “band practice” in. The three of us have a Rock Band group called “Salmon Roebots”. Jane came up with our motto, “Spawning. Affirmative.” It has a very Pacific Northwestern feel to it, which is good because we mostly play Seattle in the game. I do my best Dave Grohl impressions so my hands usually end up pretty numb after a long session.

Mass Effect is a pretty amazing game except the combat can get ridiculously hard at times. I feel like pounding the controller against the television. Last night was a good example. Jane was watching me play a bit while reading her new addiction (FICO forums), and I was steaming from a particular section that I couldn’t get past. She probably thought I was being a dumb ass (and I was). That is, until Jane went into the kitchen to set up the coffee maker for the morning. She started screaming at it because the grinder was stuck and neither of us could get it out. If Frankie were a child, he would already be cussing. God forbid we ever actually have children.

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