Well, it's Monday. The weekend has come and gone and Steanso has little, if anything, to show for it, loyal readers.
Friday night Steanso got mugged in a card game at the McCrimmon residence, Satuday night was spent at Casa de Crackbass with Jeff and Jackbart, eating snausages and watching Paycheck (a lamentably bad movie by John Woo, starring Ben Affleck), and Sunday was spent on a little yard work and then a Chinese dinner with the Wilsons. I learned to play a new song (by Eric Gottula) on banjo, and I played quite a bit of a strange new videogame called Siren which takes place in a haunted Japanese fishing village (I read some good reviews of it, so I decided to check it out).
I also took Cassidy for a couple of walks this weekend. During one such walk, Cassidy decided to pick a fight with a wiener dog who has his own little doggy wheelchair at the end of the street. The wiener dogs' owner seemed a little freaked out by the growling, but I was fully prepared to let them go at it. I didn't see any reason to deprive either one of these crippled little warriors of the chance to prove their ferocity. Anyway, Cassidy is mostly good natured, and it was funny. Imagine the comedy of a three-legged border collie facing off against a wheelchair wiener dog. Good stuff. Anyway, there was a lot of huffing and puffing and posturing, but in the end, neither one of them were really up for a fight. They both hobbled off in opposite directions, each tail wagger content in the fact that she had gotten the better of the other.
I also began reading a draft of a story that mi hermano has been working on. I've only gotten about a quarter of the way through it, but it's pretty good so far. Pretty dense stuff, with lots of imagery and snappy dialogue. I will say that there's something vaguely uncomfortable about reading a narrative that's written by your brother from the standpoint of a woman (I'm not sure that the whole story is told from a woman's viewpoint, but the first portion seems to be).
Gearing up for John Bridenstine's wedding this weekend. For those of you who don't know, John is one of Steanso's de facto cousins. Long, long ago, presumably out of sympathy for their son (who had no cousins of his own to abuse or conspire with as a child), The Admiral and The Karebear (my parents) got together with their good friends, the Bridenstines, and concocted a fable in which somehow John and Jim Bridenstine were our cousins, even though in reality our parents were in no way related. It took many decades for the Steans and Bridenstine boys to realize that we were not actually blood relatives, and by that time, the damage was done. We had spent way too many vacations and holidays with the Bridenstines to give up on the fantasy of cousins from Texas who were our same age. The Steanses and Bridenstines were inextricably linked- if not by blood, than by the unshakeable desire on the part of their parents to continue to get together on a semi annual basis for eating, drinking, playing, and shopping.
Anyhoo, John B. is getting married this weekend to girlfriend and fiancee, Julie "Don't call me Juliette" Lewis. Julie is a lovely lass from the swampwater state of Louisiana, and the two of them currently live in a six story mansion in Magnolia, Texas (ok, it's not quite six stories, but it's big), where John hordes his money and continues to develop his ongoing career as a Houston slumlord and contemplate his future career as a professional baseball team owner. We at clan Steanso wish them all the best and look forward to their impending nuptials.
Well, that's about as much as I can squeeze out today. Peace.