Stuffed into the (nonworking) fridge

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So earlier this week, in the midst of this random heat wave we've been having, our fridge decided to crap out on us. I don't know which came first, but Mom realized it was probably time to clean out the dust bunny colony from the cooling array, and (after? before?) found that the bunch of ice cream we were keeping in the fridge was being maintained at the consistency of thin gazpacho.

Apparently a previous warning sign was that the fridge was running nearly 24/7, as opposed to the usual series of on and off. Mom and sis just went out and got a new fridge today, though it won't arrive until Saturday. Having a barely functioning fridge has done a rather interesting thing, in that not only has it drastically cut down on us buying cold/frozen stuff, but everything else as well, seeing that we do our Family-of-4 shopping at Costco nowadays. No use going to get food at Safeway when it'll all be gone by the end of the day, and no use going to Costco if all we're going to pick up is a handful of stuff.

Make no mistake, we've got plenty to eat, but now have a larder and fridge that are steadily getting more and more empty. It's an odd feeling, being deprived of modern food storage methods, and makes me think about how food storage/consumption varied in the days before electric cooling.

Spent the last weekend hanging out with Patrick and co., first a game night on Saturday, and then hanging out with a smaller group in and around Japantown on Sunday for the Cherry Blossom Festival and parade. As I was arriving at City Hall (and the beginning of the parade route), I saw a convertible with the sign "Grand Marshal, George Takei." No shit, *the* George Takei? I looked at the occupant, sitting high and wearing somewhat nonedescript clothing and a white baseball cap. Of course, he was looking away, so I spent a second or two looking at the sign and back trying to be sure, when he then turns around. Holy shit, it *is* George Takei!

Also spent the last week watching the Bourne Trilogy, and it is as good as people say. It was quite satisfying by the third movie, after much globe-trotting, fisticuffs and narrow escapes, to have the big bad (upon first seeing Bourne), say "Jesus Christ....That's Jason Bourne."

And if all that previous wasn't exciting enough, I'm going paintballing with Patrick and co. for his birthday this Saturday. Never done it before, but it should be awesome.


Enough, More Later.
- James