Well last night was full of randomness, replete with a late night showing of Alien vs. Predator* and then running into the most unexpected acquaintances all out and about at the 9th and 9th Smiths. There was John Bean skulking in dairy, avoiding his ex and her new boy friend over in frozen foods. And then there was Sree, loitering by the bins in the entry way. Then there were the folks I was with, all out in a last ditch effort to find beer to spend the night goofing off in a backyard in Sugar House.

I like vacation. It reminds me of college.

(*I'm not really sure why the makers of AVP thought that it was even necessary to have a plot or humans involved in the movie, since the only reason that any one would go see it is to see the creatures go at it. The further development of the Predator as having some great moral compass likewise does the concept of the Alien monster a disservice. Why can't Alien turn out to be a good guy too? Ultimately all the makers needed for this film was a simple set up: Predator encounters Alien on some dark planet or spaceship and they battle it out. No dialogue is needed, just pure evil fighting evil. There is no need for a pathetic attempt to make the humans in the audience feel for something. Anyway the fights they had were fun, although they definitely need to watch some Samurai movies to learn how to show action.)

I decided to forgo the haircut until today so as to have Kevin Bacon hair for the cabin showing of Friday the 13th up in the Uintas. Now before you get on your high horse about that not being real camping, the place was pretty much packed and so I ended up outside most of the time. The movie was great fun. Mrs. Vorhees rocks. My Kevin Bacon hair rocked too.

My hair is short again and I don't really look like a pinhead after all.

Well that's better. I just washed three days worth of the Uintas off. Nice weekend.