Maxing, Relaxing. Shooting Some B-Ball Outside the School

I should have something about Bermuda up by now, but we just had the greatest lazy weekend that I remember having in ages. I left the apartment only once—to run an hour’s worth of errands—and I don’t think Sarah has even looked out the window since Friday at five. Don’t be afraid: we’re not stacking mason jars of our urine or growing two foot beards Howard Hughes style, we just luxuriated in doing nothing. I had all the time in the world to write about our trip, but that would have conflicted with my set-in-stone plans of relaxing, broken up by the occasional bout of chillaxing.

Sarah read about nine books and watched only a moderate amount of Veronica Mars (she’s on a campaign to get the whole world to watch it, so if she hasn’t knocked on your door yet, she will, and soon). I reread The Catcher in the Rye for the first time since high school, and watched Belle de Jour, Midnight Express, and The Aristocrats. I also had The Third Man, that Metallica documentary, and Princess Mononoke standing by, but after the third flick it started feeling a bit too much like work. I should at least make some kind of comment on what I watched and read, but I still haven’t shaken of the lazy.

We also bought a PVR this weekend, which I’m officially in love with. Too long have I spent cursing out my American friends and their access to TIVO. No longer. The saddest thing is that I only just found out Canadians had access to this TIVO-substitute about a month ago. Jeezus—I can now pause live TV. Shove your flying cars up your assess, people. The future is here.