The (ex)Terminator, armed with his arsenal of vacuum cleaner accessories, goes on a mission to search and destroy Sarah Kanid and Cob Web. Teaming with the Dirt Devil, the (ex)Terminator goes on what the critics call a roaring rampage of arachniphobic destruction.

The things I say when I have nothing to do in a house baffles me.

No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.
No Internet and no TV and no phone makes Jason a dull boy.

I’m not much of a crazy person. Everyone who knows me knows that. I’m pretty much the person who just takes everything in, watching the antics of others. So anyway, Friday night Chris’ brother Bob came down to visit them. We were going to watch Troy that night, and I somehow ended up as the DD for the group. I hate getting screwed over. So anyway while driving I’m getting ordered to turn this way and that way from everyone, confusing the hell out of me. Bob’s giving directions to head over to The Grad, Jay’s giving directions for getting to the theatre, and Chris’ giving random directions. I should start charging for this kind of service.

So we get to the theatre, and end up not watching the movie. We stand around looking at the hot ladies, then decide to go to the beach, which was cool with me since I wasn’t driving my car. That’s kind of a bittersweet statement though because I am not used to the wideness of other cars compared to my tiny Wrangler. So I’m hitting those reflectors on the ground often, which pissed me off and freaked out Bob. But hey, it’s my way or the highway. Down at Avila, we found an available bonfire pit, so we chilled there for a bit. It was funny watching Bob and Chris do their thing. They moved a heavy rock like fifteen feet just so Bob can have a seat next to the bonfire.

What really freaked me out that night though was when Bob and Chris stripped down and went into the ocean to swim!!! I can’t swim, so if they started to drown or something, I’d be helpless to stop them. So all I could do was watch them. Think a few other people were lifeguards somewhere, because they walked up to the water to watch as well. Luckilly they came back cold, but unharmed. Jay was about ready to bust out of the beach, and was pushing me back to the car. I had to stay though; can’t leave anyone behind since my arse was the responsible, sober one. I was done with that night. I drove them back to the apartment and went home, no drinks.

Sunday was about the same, except not much craziness at the beach. I was again the DD. Why do I get stuck with the crappy job? When we got back though, I got my reward, and got to play some “snappa,” which was some kind of dice throwing/catching drinking game. It’s fun, since I’m a master at catching dice.

Here’s some pics from the fun:

I think I’m a crazy driver. That is all.