We watched some Mythbusters, some Star Wars animated TV show, and then a whole lot of Slayers. He is the evil GM of an evil Star Wars game right now, and is having troubles thinking of sufficiently evil pursuits for his gang of evil characters to get up to. He managed to erase one of the episodes he'd been planning on sharing with me; the recorder's HD is only so big and he's getting into the habit of watch-and-erase.
We never can talk about something straight on. I was going to let him know, after all these years, about that promise that I made. To get there, though, we had to go through sidesteps of context, not to mention the tangents. (College was so long ago. I know. He never makes a promise if there's the slightest chance he might not keep it, and I admire that. He has his reasons. He couldn't promise me to keep in touch, even when I begged him. He's an Army brat. I know. There were things that he'd never actually told me, but I'd read them from the pattern of his babbling and silence over the years, and read them off his class website. And spaghetti-red on Mountain Dew green is not a good website color combination. He knew. Thank goodness that site is gone now. His code was tangled and twisted around words he didn't speak to me.) And I had promised myself, but hadn't told him then. And here we were.
And there we were, and we kept watching Slayers. And the tennis episode showed up, and I screeched and flailed at what that mage had done to his FACE until he hit me with the empty Sprite bottle.
And when his parents were here it got cleaned up, but now that they're gone again it's starting to descend once more into bachelor chaos.
He'll record that episode again, or try to, so I can get my Star Wars fix again.
My parking sucks. He was amused about the ear thing.
(22 hours awake. Time for bed.)