There is no joy in Melville - mighty Ahab has struck out.

George and Chris are in town for the weekend, and I have been fortunate to get to hang out with them a decent amount yesterday and today. They kidnapped me from work for an excursion to Soup Daddy (and I noticed the "east coast sandwich shop" that Jason was telling me about -- Oren, we should go there sometime), and then in the evening there was a larger excursion of people to Elliott's, which involved a lot of oysters for everyone else, and some damn tasty fish and whatnot. Also, I stopped by Pirate's Plunder and holy shit there's a ton of stuff there I'd buy if I was feeling particularly rich.

Today, we hung out for dinner in the evening after they got back from hiking, and we all ended up watching Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, and everyone drank a lot, except me.

In the afternoon today I went downtown and hung out with Ryan for a few hours. We went to Elliott Bay and geeked out about baseball. He has better stories than I do, so it was fun. I got a few books, notably a super-awesome "Annotated Casey At The Bat", which is hilarious, including parodies of the original poem including "Ahab at the Helm" by Ray Bradbury.

My apartment is horrendously messy and I'm really uninspired to bother cleaning it. Bleh.