Saturday, September 25, 2004
fo' shizzle
i came across The Shizzolater while leafing through my daily blogs. it converts any webpage into, uh, Snoop Dogg Speech. hi-larious. of course, being the vain thing i am, i stuck my page in. enjoyed it thoroughly. be warned, though- snoopy doesn't have the cleanest mouth.
Friday, September 24, 2004
overheard at the restaurant
While my sister and i sat at my new favorite place to eat, we heard the following:
" but yeah, abstinance is really coming back nowadays..."
People around OUR table may have heard this;
"my shoe is giving me a toe wedgie"
whee for mealtime conversation!
" but yeah, abstinance is really coming back nowadays..."
People around OUR table may have heard this;
"my shoe is giving me a toe wedgie"
whee for mealtime conversation!
Thursday, September 23, 2004
hey hey, my cheese!
i just changed my preferences (didn't know i had it set funny), so now anybody can post a comment. so i plead to you again, drop me a note and watch me dance with glee!
suburbia bites
i'm so tired of living in the land of skinny moms with 2.5 kids who all play soccer, and an suv that's too precious to park in a regular parking space- i know, let's park it across THREE HANDICAPPED SPACES! those jerks in the wheelchairs don't deserve their own space, not when my rav4 could get dinged and my children could be 3 seconds late to soccer practice! grrrrr.
i went to the park today. can you tell?
oh yeah- and this one guy videotaped (digitally recorded, rather) his child's soccer practice while he sat and read a book all evening.
and what gives? why soccer? i know, i know, it gives them a place to burn of energy, and they get socialized. i don't think i would want my children socialized to be competitive little witches who never have time to make friends or do homework. and as for the exercise, they'd do it on their own if you just brought them to the park. EXCEPT that there's no swingset. WHAT KIND OF A PARK DOESN'T HAVE A SWINGSET??? not even a crappy little stupid one that's built into the jungle gym... if we had a swingset, there wouldn't be enough room for the THREE soccer fields and TWO basball diamonds and the track that goes around the edge so the suburbian moms don't get too fat. and there's like 4 basketball courts and 3 tennis courts. it's a sick sick world where the neighborhood park doesn't even have a swing. guess they'll just have to play soccer.
i went to the park today. can you tell?
oh yeah- and this one guy videotaped (digitally recorded, rather) his child's soccer practice while he sat and read a book all evening.
and what gives? why soccer? i know, i know, it gives them a place to burn of energy, and they get socialized. i don't think i would want my children socialized to be competitive little witches who never have time to make friends or do homework. and as for the exercise, they'd do it on their own if you just brought them to the park. EXCEPT that there's no swingset. WHAT KIND OF A PARK DOESN'T HAVE A SWINGSET??? not even a crappy little stupid one that's built into the jungle gym... if we had a swingset, there wouldn't be enough room for the THREE soccer fields and TWO basball diamonds and the track that goes around the edge so the suburbian moms don't get too fat. and there's like 4 basketball courts and 3 tennis courts. it's a sick sick world where the neighborhood park doesn't even have a swing. guess they'll just have to play soccer.
Monday, September 20, 2004
after these messages, we'll be riiiiiiiiight back
remember watching saturday morning cartoons in the eighties? remember those little jingles? they had these three cartoon singers with giant beehive hairdos saying that and turning around. and sometimes there was a dog instead of the singers. with a fire hydrant. but my favorites were when the calfornia raisins said it. those guys were the coolest.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
nature says "ahhhh"
this weekend has been wonderful. apart from work on saturday, and even that was pretty nice. there's just something absolutely thrilling about a good weather weekend. i was reading the Bleat today and he mentioned how nice it was to have a warm weekend; here, the beautifully overcast, rainy saturday and cool, fairly cloudy sunday blew our minds. i came out of church today, and stood in the parking lot for almost half an hour. and this at four in the afternoon! in september! i swear it's been less than 85 degrees all day. we stood outside just to enjoy being outside. we didn't get sweaty or even feel like going inside. a cool breeze made our skirts press against our legs in a pleasant manner. right now, i'm sitting outside again, in the backyard, enjoying the chilliness of it all. whne you can be outside and comfortable, you notice things that you usually don't have time to observe. for instance: the stars really do twinkle. especially cassiopea. that's always been my favorite constellation; so sweet and nice. again, there is a cool breeze blowing, with the sound of windchimes coming from across the wash in someone else's backyard. the rustling of the trees and bushes is so soothing. i wonder if anyone else is enjoying this moment, taking a break from being inside, relaxing and thrilling in the starry night. this feeling is something i wish i could share with the whole world, but it isn't something that can be shared. part of the serenity comes from the solitude and darkness and silence. ahhhh.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
ow, my back
yesterday's frisbeeing left me a tad sore, from a particular lunge at a low throw. compound that with working from 9-5 today on not much sleep, and you get... um, discomfort.
today was a good day, though. it rained! it was so pleasant and cool. this evening, i was reminded of a certain drawing created by the guy that sat next to my best friend in one of her classes in like freshman or sophomore year of high school. my friend and i had classes in the same room, but at different times, and since we didn't see each other that often, we would leave notes in the room, and read them during class in order to pass the time. anyway, one day she left a little drawing glued to a piece of card stock so that it stood up like a paper doll. an odd little drawing that cody had made and given to her. she gave it to me, and i kept it. at the end of the school year, i took it home and put it in the little box of stuff that i wanted to keep always and forever. the box was full of items chosen not for their amazing worth, but for a record of my life. some have deep sentimental value, some have gained it by being in the box for long enough, and some are just little things i don't really want to throw out. here are the contents:
1 baby t-shirt from my first family reunion
2 girl scout thingies (brownie vest w/ patches, junior across-the-chest-over-the-shoulder thing w/ patches)
1 shirt that a family friend made (he worked at a silk-screening company) that i wore as a child
1 length of rope that i twisted at girls' camp
1 blankie. nuff said
picture i already talked about, plus one more that has the same story, but isn't as fun as the primary one
1 tiara. crappy plastic thing worth maybe 30 cents. during my freshman year of hs, our orchestra gave out titles and awards for each section, the king and queen of each section. there were 3 girls and one boy in my section, so when it came time to hand out the awards, it seemed obvious. however, about a week before, the guy was expelled. he was a senior, too. couldn't walk at graduation or anything. anyway. so we were sitting there during the awards ceremony, and our section leader (whom i looked up to very much, and whom was a very cool person) named me the Viola King. i was so honored. i kept the crown that said Viola King as well, but that isn't in the box. the tiara is.
1 set of mint condition coins from the year i was baptized
1 medal for being the Most Improved Player in the orchestra, 2001
1 pink eraser (normal, "back to school" type) that i secretly drew a picture of the guy i had a crush on during chemistry :P
1 tiny purple mitten. i think i wore it as a baby
my first swiss army knife
1 white poker chip. the marching band used them as markers to show how they did their routines, i think. i found one on the floor and stole it. my secret ambition was one day to join the band
various notes passed in classes
various movie ticket stubs
hotel key cards (they have to change them all the time anyway. why not steal them?)
tickets to museums and the like
4 pokemon cards (i have no idea why)
1 dollar bill that has a speech bubble coming from George that says "I grew HEMP"
a wizened balloon that we stole from a Wendy's on an orchestra trip (it wasn't wizened when we stole it)
yellow floppy disk that i put my math projects on sophomore year of hs
ID card from junior year of hs
rattlesnake rattle. i found a dead snake during a clean-up for a widow in the area, and hacked off its rattle with my spade.
paper bugs i made with my best friend. one year, we couldn't have girls' camp on the mountain like usual, because of wildfires, so we had to "camp out" in the church building. in order to make it seem more like camp, we two made a bunch of paper bugs and taped them up all over the bathrooms. it was great.
a medal from the 1994 brownielympics. i didn't win anything, but they gave everyone that came a medal so we wouldn't cry and have low self esteem. because low self esteem is a disease. why let your little twerpy kid get this disease when it could be avoided by giving them a medal they didn't earn?
my ID card from 7th grade. MAN i was ugly
ok so pretty much all of my ID cards ever
1 tiny little rubber sword i found in the hs library. like an inch long
1 horse carved out of some kind of stone. white. smaller than the sword
2 tiny clothes pin dolls i bought at colonial williamsburg many years ago (George and Martha Washington)
the clippies my viola mentor took out of HER OWN HAIR in order to make my halo stay up. oh yeah... that's the origin of my handle. we each picked a title: she was the Viola Goddess, the other girl was the Duchess of Violi, and i was the Patron Saint of all that is Viola. Violasaint. and she made me a halo for the last day of class. we had viola spirit day, as well. in october, she bought mini pumpkins and decorated them with our name and title, and Viola Star Power. we were so cool.
1 note i wrote to myself: "Open only after graduation!" v. odd. written in early 1999, when i was still dorky. wait, i'm still dorky now... ok. when i was dorky in a way that i took seriously, and didn't realize i was dorky.
another note, "to be opened on my 18th birthday." whoops. why didn't i immediately think of these notes when the specified events happened?
1 glow in the dark sheep (you know, like the stars you stick to your ceiling, only it's a sheep)
1 giant sewing needle
so that's pretty much it for the box. those are my personal treasures. obviously some are more important and worthy of the box than others. but my general rule is that i don't take things out, only put them in. because at some point in my life, each of those things seemed like something i wanted to keep forever, even if i don't remember why now.
today was a good day, though. it rained! it was so pleasant and cool. this evening, i was reminded of a certain drawing created by the guy that sat next to my best friend in one of her classes in like freshman or sophomore year of high school. my friend and i had classes in the same room, but at different times, and since we didn't see each other that often, we would leave notes in the room, and read them during class in order to pass the time. anyway, one day she left a little drawing glued to a piece of card stock so that it stood up like a paper doll. an odd little drawing that cody had made and given to her. she gave it to me, and i kept it. at the end of the school year, i took it home and put it in the little box of stuff that i wanted to keep always and forever. the box was full of items chosen not for their amazing worth, but for a record of my life. some have deep sentimental value, some have gained it by being in the box for long enough, and some are just little things i don't really want to throw out. here are the contents:
1 baby t-shirt from my first family reunion
2 girl scout thingies (brownie vest w/ patches, junior across-the-chest-over-the-shoulder thing w/ patches)
1 shirt that a family friend made (he worked at a silk-screening company) that i wore as a child
1 length of rope that i twisted at girls' camp
1 blankie. nuff said
picture i already talked about, plus one more that has the same story, but isn't as fun as the primary one
1 tiara. crappy plastic thing worth maybe 30 cents. during my freshman year of hs, our orchestra gave out titles and awards for each section, the king and queen of each section. there were 3 girls and one boy in my section, so when it came time to hand out the awards, it seemed obvious. however, about a week before, the guy was expelled. he was a senior, too. couldn't walk at graduation or anything. anyway. so we were sitting there during the awards ceremony, and our section leader (whom i looked up to very much, and whom was a very cool person) named me the Viola King. i was so honored. i kept the crown that said Viola King as well, but that isn't in the box. the tiara is.
1 set of mint condition coins from the year i was baptized
1 medal for being the Most Improved Player in the orchestra, 2001
1 pink eraser (normal, "back to school" type) that i secretly drew a picture of the guy i had a crush on during chemistry :P
1 tiny purple mitten. i think i wore it as a baby
my first swiss army knife
1 white poker chip. the marching band used them as markers to show how they did their routines, i think. i found one on the floor and stole it. my secret ambition was one day to join the band
various notes passed in classes
various movie ticket stubs
hotel key cards (they have to change them all the time anyway. why not steal them?)
tickets to museums and the like
4 pokemon cards (i have no idea why)
1 dollar bill that has a speech bubble coming from George that says "I grew HEMP"
a wizened balloon that we stole from a Wendy's on an orchestra trip (it wasn't wizened when we stole it)
yellow floppy disk that i put my math projects on sophomore year of hs
ID card from junior year of hs
rattlesnake rattle. i found a dead snake during a clean-up for a widow in the area, and hacked off its rattle with my spade.
paper bugs i made with my best friend. one year, we couldn't have girls' camp on the mountain like usual, because of wildfires, so we had to "camp out" in the church building. in order to make it seem more like camp, we two made a bunch of paper bugs and taped them up all over the bathrooms. it was great.
a medal from the 1994 brownielympics. i didn't win anything, but they gave everyone that came a medal so we wouldn't cry and have low self esteem. because low self esteem is a disease. why let your little twerpy kid get this disease when it could be avoided by giving them a medal they didn't earn?
my ID card from 7th grade. MAN i was ugly
ok so pretty much all of my ID cards ever
1 tiny little rubber sword i found in the hs library. like an inch long
1 horse carved out of some kind of stone. white. smaller than the sword
2 tiny clothes pin dolls i bought at colonial williamsburg many years ago (George and Martha Washington)
the clippies my viola mentor took out of HER OWN HAIR in order to make my halo stay up. oh yeah... that's the origin of my handle. we each picked a title: she was the Viola Goddess, the other girl was the Duchess of Violi, and i was the Patron Saint of all that is Viola. Violasaint. and she made me a halo for the last day of class. we had viola spirit day, as well. in october, she bought mini pumpkins and decorated them with our name and title, and Viola Star Power. we were so cool.
1 note i wrote to myself: "Open only after graduation!" v. odd. written in early 1999, when i was still dorky. wait, i'm still dorky now... ok. when i was dorky in a way that i took seriously, and didn't realize i was dorky.
another note, "to be opened on my 18th birthday." whoops. why didn't i immediately think of these notes when the specified events happened?
1 glow in the dark sheep (you know, like the stars you stick to your ceiling, only it's a sheep)
1 giant sewing needle
so that's pretty much it for the box. those are my personal treasures. obviously some are more important and worthy of the box than others. but my general rule is that i don't take things out, only put them in. because at some point in my life, each of those things seemed like something i wanted to keep forever, even if i don't remember why now.
huh.
of all the people in the world, the person i was least expecting to see at my church's young adult dance at the university was the guy i tried to introduce to the church during our freshman year of high school, who later told me he thought i should know that he didn't believe in god. odd how these things happen.
another interesting note from tonight: while it is fun to play frisbee on the top level of a parking structure at 10pm, be cautious in your throwing, because it sucks to have to climb up and down all those stairs when you overshoot and throw the frisbee into the bushes below.
another interesting note from tonight: while it is fun to play frisbee on the top level of a parking structure at 10pm, be cautious in your throwing, because it sucks to have to climb up and down all those stairs when you overshoot and throw the frisbee into the bushes below.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
The Wookie Has No Pants
i am not a pale, geeky 30 year old guy who has a room in his house devoted to jedi memorabilia. i didn't wait in line to see the first midnight showing of the Phantom Menace. i do not reference (or even know the difference between) boba fett, jango fett, and any other fetts there are.
i DO believe that in one way, Star Wars has been the defining movie of my young life, if not the greatest movie i've seen. it's the movie i watch when i'm bored/alone/exhausted/lazy/done with homework/avoiding homework/etc. i've probably watched it more times than any other movie in my life, and i use it as a rubric for all other movies i see, whether conciously or subconciously. does it have a way cool story? check. character development? check. a way cute major character? check (harrison ford, not mark hamill. though when i was eight, it was all about Luke). were the actors cast to fit the movie, instead of the movie being cast for the actors? check.
all the movies that i like fit those criteria that were set in my mind be repeated viewings of Star Wars from the time i first watching movies. Breaking Away, A Room With a View, Much Ado About Nothing, The Princess Bride, and disney's Robing Hood (mmm mmm gotta love that sexy fox! really. i do.) all have each of those elements. ooh! i just thought of two more elements that stem from Star Wars: great soundtrack, and comedy! and each of those movies have those as well.
so of course when i was flipping around the channels tonight and ran across a documentary, i stopped there and didn't get off the couch for two hours. it was interesting, going through the story of production, etc. i particularly enjoyed seeing shots of stuff like yoda disappearing into the ground as the puppeteer lowered his arm, or artoo rolling down an incline that ends up being too inclined so he just falls on his face (funny to see, but prolly wasn't too fun for the guy in the suit). and it was great fun to hear about the stuff the argued about; whether it should be Return of the Jedi or Revenge of the Jedi, whether or not it was obscene that Chewbacca was completely naked, etc.
the thing that REALLY made me scream (i literally yelled out loud when i saw this) was a commercial. for the original trilogy. on dvd.
let me repeat: ON DVD.
i don't know if this is just newly announced, or if everybody already knows about it. but it was the first i'd heard it advertised, and i'm just ecstatic. i've been waiting for this ever since dvd's came into fashion, and especially since we got one. i went out shopping one day about a year ago, thinking, it'd be nice to have star wars on dvd, cause our tapes aren't quite cutting it anymore. and i was dumbfounded, shocked, and deeply disturbed that there was no such thing. i had just taken it for granted that they would be sitting there on the shelf, waiting to be purchased. i mean, they have some of the crappiest, not-even-worth-watching-on-tv movies totally stocked up in dvd form at walmart. i just bought Labyrinth on dvd a few weeks ago (i know, either you're thinking "she BOUGHT that piece of crap movie?!" or you're thinking "how DARE she call that movie not even worth watching on tv?!" for me, it's neither, and it's both. it draws me.).
so yes. i will totally purchase the dvd's. probably not on the 21st, when they come out, but perhaps within a week or two. because i watch the trilogy several times each year, and why watch vhs when you can watch dvd? with bonus features!
i DO believe that in one way, Star Wars has been the defining movie of my young life, if not the greatest movie i've seen. it's the movie i watch when i'm bored/alone/exhausted/lazy/done with homework/avoiding homework/etc. i've probably watched it more times than any other movie in my life, and i use it as a rubric for all other movies i see, whether conciously or subconciously. does it have a way cool story? check. character development? check. a way cute major character? check (harrison ford, not mark hamill. though when i was eight, it was all about Luke). were the actors cast to fit the movie, instead of the movie being cast for the actors? check.
all the movies that i like fit those criteria that were set in my mind be repeated viewings of Star Wars from the time i first watching movies. Breaking Away, A Room With a View, Much Ado About Nothing, The Princess Bride, and disney's Robing Hood (mmm mmm gotta love that sexy fox! really. i do.) all have each of those elements. ooh! i just thought of two more elements that stem from Star Wars: great soundtrack, and comedy! and each of those movies have those as well.
so of course when i was flipping around the channels tonight and ran across a documentary, i stopped there and didn't get off the couch for two hours. it was interesting, going through the story of production, etc. i particularly enjoyed seeing shots of stuff like yoda disappearing into the ground as the puppeteer lowered his arm, or artoo rolling down an incline that ends up being too inclined so he just falls on his face (funny to see, but prolly wasn't too fun for the guy in the suit). and it was great fun to hear about the stuff the argued about; whether it should be Return of the Jedi or Revenge of the Jedi, whether or not it was obscene that Chewbacca was completely naked, etc.
the thing that REALLY made me scream (i literally yelled out loud when i saw this) was a commercial. for the original trilogy. on dvd.
let me repeat: ON DVD.
i don't know if this is just newly announced, or if everybody already knows about it. but it was the first i'd heard it advertised, and i'm just ecstatic. i've been waiting for this ever since dvd's came into fashion, and especially since we got one. i went out shopping one day about a year ago, thinking, it'd be nice to have star wars on dvd, cause our tapes aren't quite cutting it anymore. and i was dumbfounded, shocked, and deeply disturbed that there was no such thing. i had just taken it for granted that they would be sitting there on the shelf, waiting to be purchased. i mean, they have some of the crappiest, not-even-worth-watching-on-tv movies totally stocked up in dvd form at walmart. i just bought Labyrinth on dvd a few weeks ago (i know, either you're thinking "she BOUGHT that piece of crap movie?!" or you're thinking "how DARE she call that movie not even worth watching on tv?!" for me, it's neither, and it's both. it draws me.).
so yes. i will totally purchase the dvd's. probably not on the 21st, when they come out, but perhaps within a week or two. because i watch the trilogy several times each year, and why watch vhs when you can watch dvd? with bonus features!
The Wookie Has No Pants
i am not a pale, geeky 30 year old guy who has a room in his house devoted to jedi memorabilia. i didn't wait in line to see the first midnight showing of the Phantom Menace. i do not reference (or even know the difference between) boba fett, jango fett, and any other fetts there are.
i DO believe that in one way, Star Wars has been the defining movie of my young life, if not the greatest movie i've seen. it's the movie i watch when i'm bored/alone/exhausted/lazy/done with homework/avoiding homework/etc. i've probably watched it more times than any other movie in my life, and i use it as a rubric for all other movies i see, whether conciously or subconciously. does it have a way cool story? check. character development? check. a way cute major character? check (harrison ford, not mark hamill. though when i was eight, it was all about Luke). were the actors cast to fit the movie, instead of the movie being cast for the actors? check.
all the movies that i like fit those criteria that were set in my mind be repeated viewings of Star Wars from the time i first watching movies. Breaking Away, A Room With a View, Much Ado About Nothing, The Princess Bride, and disney's Robing Hood (mmm mmm gotta love that sexy fox! really. i do.) all have each of those elements. ooh! i just thought of two more elements that stem from Star Wars: great soundtrack, and comedy! and each of those movies have those as well.
so of course when i was flipping around the channels tonight and ran across a documentary, i stopped there and didn't get off the couch for two hours. it was interesting, going through the story of production, etc. i particularly enjoyed seeing shots of stuff like yoda disappearing into the ground as the puppeteer lowered his arm, or artoo rolling down an incline that ends up being too inclined so he just falls on his face (funny to see, but prolly wasn't too fun for the guy in the suit). and it was great fun to hear about the stuff the argued about; whether it should be Return of the Jedi or Revenge of the Jedi, whether or not it was obscene that Chewbacca was completely naked, etc.
the thing that REALLY made me scream (i literally yelled out loud when i saw this) was a commercial. for the original trilogy. on dvd.
let me repeat: ON DVD.
i don't know if this is just newly announced, or if everybody already knows about it. but it was the first i'd heard it advertised, and i'm just ecstatic. i've been waiting for this ever since dvd's came into fashion, and especially since we got one. i went out shopping one day about a year ago, thinking, it'd be nice to have star wars on dvd, cause our tapes aren't quite cutting it anymore. and i was dumbfounded, shocked, and deeply disturbed that there was no such thing. i had just taken it for granted that they would be sitting there on the shelf, waiting to be purchased. i mean, they have some of the crappiest, not-even-worth-watching-on-tv movies totally stocked up in dvd form at walmart. i just bought Labyrinth on dvd a few weeks ago (i know, either you're thinking "she BOUGHT that piece of crap movie?!" or you're thinking "how DARE she call that movie not even worth watching on tv?!" for me, it's neither, and it's both. it draws me.).
so yes. i will totally purchase the dvd's. probably not on the 21st, when they come out, but perhaps within a week or two. because i watch the trilogy several times each year, and why watch vhs when you can watch dvd? with bonus features!
i DO believe that in one way, Star Wars has been the defining movie of my young life, if not the greatest movie i've seen. it's the movie i watch when i'm bored/alone/exhausted/lazy/done with homework/avoiding homework/etc. i've probably watched it more times than any other movie in my life, and i use it as a rubric for all other movies i see, whether conciously or subconciously. does it have a way cool story? check. character development? check. a way cute major character? check (harrison ford, not mark hamill. though when i was eight, it was all about Luke). were the actors cast to fit the movie, instead of the movie being cast for the actors? check.
all the movies that i like fit those criteria that were set in my mind be repeated viewings of Star Wars from the time i first watching movies. Breaking Away, A Room With a View, Much Ado About Nothing, The Princess Bride, and disney's Robing Hood (mmm mmm gotta love that sexy fox! really. i do.) all have each of those elements. ooh! i just thought of two more elements that stem from Star Wars: great soundtrack, and comedy! and each of those movies have those as well.
so of course when i was flipping around the channels tonight and ran across a documentary, i stopped there and didn't get off the couch for two hours. it was interesting, going through the story of production, etc. i particularly enjoyed seeing shots of stuff like yoda disappearing into the ground as the puppeteer lowered his arm, or artoo rolling down an incline that ends up being too inclined so he just falls on his face (funny to see, but prolly wasn't too fun for the guy in the suit). and it was great fun to hear about the stuff the argued about; whether it should be Return of the Jedi or Revenge of the Jedi, whether or not it was obscene that Chewbacca was completely naked, etc.
the thing that REALLY made me scream (i literally yelled out loud when i saw this) was a commercial. for the original trilogy. on dvd.
let me repeat: ON DVD.
i don't know if this is just newly announced, or if everybody already knows about it. but it was the first i'd heard it advertised, and i'm just ecstatic. i've been waiting for this ever since dvd's came into fashion, and especially since we got one. i went out shopping one day about a year ago, thinking, it'd be nice to have star wars on dvd, cause our tapes aren't quite cutting it anymore. and i was dumbfounded, shocked, and deeply disturbed that there was no such thing. i had just taken it for granted that they would be sitting there on the shelf, waiting to be purchased. i mean, they have some of the crappiest, not-even-worth-watching-on-tv movies totally stocked up in dvd form at walmart. i just bought Labyrinth on dvd a few weeks ago (i know, either you're thinking "she BOUGHT that piece of crap movie?!" or you're thinking "how DARE she call that movie not even worth watching on tv?!" for me, it's neither, and it's both. it draws me.).
so yes. i will totally purchase the dvd's. probably not on the 21st, when they come out, but perhaps within a week or two. because i watch the trilogy several times each year, and why watch vhs when you can watch dvd? with bonus features!
Friday, September 10, 2004
Tuesday, September 7, 2004
not the best. day. ever., but pretty good
labor day. the day when supposedly everyone drinks and parties and people say "don't drive at night! you'll get killed!"
i've never noticed any partying or weird driving or anything. even the guy at work who always knows where the parties are said that he called everyone in his cell phone, and they were all at home tonight. and i drove home just now round midnight, nary a car on the road. well, maybe three or four, but not drunken freak-driving. just driving.
so my day went as follows: wake up circa 10am, feverishly read plays in order to find the perfect scene to do with my partner in acting class. find one that *might* be okay, but the person i'd be playing has the same name as me, and is a whore. not sure if my little psyche would handle that well. too like me while too different from me. anyway, round 3pm i realize that i wasn't supposed to go to work at four, but five. yay! an hour has been added to my life! so i continued reading plays.
work started out terrible. they put me on register, the ONE job i had been hoping i didn't have to do tonight. the first customers i got was this family who ordered a ton of food, chose the tiniest table to sit at so they had to drag chairs from other tables to fit themselves in, spilled a huge amount of soda all over said table and chairs and floor underneath. so they moved to another table and told me to clean it up. while i was mopping and wiping off the table and chairs, they came up to me and said "you're out of dr pepper. could you go and change it?" this WHILE I WAS STILL CLEANING UP THEIR HUGE SODA-MESS. so i dropped my mop, ran to the back of the store where the bag-in-a-boxes are kept. the dr pepper is fine. i go back up and tell them this, and they're like, oh sorry. so i finished cleaning their mess. they leave: the store, the mother's purse, and an entire taco's contents on their second table. i clean up their second mess, and don't see the purse. about half an hour later, another party sits at that table, and brings me the purse just as the mother walks in frantically. so that family made it look like my day was going to be crap, but a couple of things happened that made it great.
one of my male coworkers who's all the time picking on me was actually nice to me like all night. we're really friends, and he's a good guy and likes me and everything, but he also likes to talk crap and generally put up a big, swearing, mean front. he's like those strawberry candies: hard on the outside, but soft and gooey on the inside. anyway, he was nice on the outside today, and that made me happy.
our favorite ex-coworker came in. he sang for us and we all talked and had a generally good time. while we were talking, my parents came in, and he and i went over and talked with them and ate the ice cream they'd brought me. his ten minute break from where he now works turned into more like an hour. it was great. so he made the evening great as well.
previously mentioned male coworker ordered pizza, and i went to the store and bought candy. we got to eat food without making it ourselves! yay!
and i finished cleaning the lobby pretty quickly, and would have gotten out only a few minutes after when i was scheduled, except my manager and another coworker and i sat in the office for like 45 minutes and talked. so while i didn't go home when i had planned, i pretty much got paid for sitting around, gossiping and eating candy for nearly an hour. we didn't even have drive thru orders in between! we had like an hour when no one came in at all! it was great. so my day was grood. how was yours?
i've never noticed any partying or weird driving or anything. even the guy at work who always knows where the parties are said that he called everyone in his cell phone, and they were all at home tonight. and i drove home just now round midnight, nary a car on the road. well, maybe three or four, but not drunken freak-driving. just driving.
so my day went as follows: wake up circa 10am, feverishly read plays in order to find the perfect scene to do with my partner in acting class. find one that *might* be okay, but the person i'd be playing has the same name as me, and is a whore. not sure if my little psyche would handle that well. too like me while too different from me. anyway, round 3pm i realize that i wasn't supposed to go to work at four, but five. yay! an hour has been added to my life! so i continued reading plays.
work started out terrible. they put me on register, the ONE job i had been hoping i didn't have to do tonight. the first customers i got was this family who ordered a ton of food, chose the tiniest table to sit at so they had to drag chairs from other tables to fit themselves in, spilled a huge amount of soda all over said table and chairs and floor underneath. so they moved to another table and told me to clean it up. while i was mopping and wiping off the table and chairs, they came up to me and said "you're out of dr pepper. could you go and change it?" this WHILE I WAS STILL CLEANING UP THEIR HUGE SODA-MESS. so i dropped my mop, ran to the back of the store where the bag-in-a-boxes are kept. the dr pepper is fine. i go back up and tell them this, and they're like, oh sorry. so i finished cleaning their mess. they leave: the store, the mother's purse, and an entire taco's contents on their second table. i clean up their second mess, and don't see the purse. about half an hour later, another party sits at that table, and brings me the purse just as the mother walks in frantically. so that family made it look like my day was going to be crap, but a couple of things happened that made it great.
one of my male coworkers who's all the time picking on me was actually nice to me like all night. we're really friends, and he's a good guy and likes me and everything, but he also likes to talk crap and generally put up a big, swearing, mean front. he's like those strawberry candies: hard on the outside, but soft and gooey on the inside. anyway, he was nice on the outside today, and that made me happy.
our favorite ex-coworker came in. he sang for us and we all talked and had a generally good time. while we were talking, my parents came in, and he and i went over and talked with them and ate the ice cream they'd brought me. his ten minute break from where he now works turned into more like an hour. it was great. so he made the evening great as well.
previously mentioned male coworker ordered pizza, and i went to the store and bought candy. we got to eat food without making it ourselves! yay!
and i finished cleaning the lobby pretty quickly, and would have gotten out only a few minutes after when i was scheduled, except my manager and another coworker and i sat in the office for like 45 minutes and talked. so while i didn't go home when i had planned, i pretty much got paid for sitting around, gossiping and eating candy for nearly an hour. we didn't even have drive thru orders in between! we had like an hour when no one came in at all! it was great. so my day was grood. how was yours?
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Saturday, August 28:
worst. day. ever.
there are days when nothing out of the ordinary happens, you feel peaceful and satisfied, if not terribly excited. yesterday was not one of those days.
1. went to work with a cold
2. walked into work an hour after a mandatory meeting i'd forgotten about had started
3. terrible drive through customers. people who insist on giving exact change without knowing that the big ones are 25, the medium ones are 5, the little ones are 10, and the copper ones are 1. absolute morons.
4. got yelled at by my boss for drive through taking a long time. (duh, that's what happens when my customers don't know what they want or how to pay for it)
5. i was supposed to get off at 5. no one got there till 5.20, no one took over DT till 5.30, no one counted my drawer till 5.35. the managers (one of whom had waltzed in 20 mins late) were too busy gossiping about what happened last night.
6. got frickin' angry at said managers, started crying, general hysterics. only then did they realize that i wanted to go home. plus, my cold medicine had worn off an hour and a half earlier
7. got home, grumpy at parents
8. parents leave 10 mins after i arrive to go have dinner without me, saying, look- your sister came to visit you for the evening. she'll keep you company and make you dinner and you can have sister time
9. sister leaves to visit friend (he's only here for one night!) half hour after parents leave
10. and doesn't make me dinner
11. i break filter for fish tank, decide to go to petsmart to buy another filter and a plecostimous (sp?)
12. petsmart closes at 9.00, i arrive at 9.02
13. well, since i'm out, i'll pick up some tacos at the new shop
14. restaurant: cash only. me: card only
15. i'll console myself with ice cream from new ice cream shop
16. while they do take cards, it tasted like crap because i accidentally got sugar-free topping (read: tastes like cardboard flavored dirt. or dirt flavored cardboard)
17. after all this, i go home and forget that i have homework. hooray! midnight sunday homework session for me, after only one week of classes!
there are days when nothing out of the ordinary happens, you feel peaceful and satisfied, if not terribly excited. yesterday was not one of those days.
1. went to work with a cold
2. walked into work an hour after a mandatory meeting i'd forgotten about had started
3. terrible drive through customers. people who insist on giving exact change without knowing that the big ones are 25, the medium ones are 5, the little ones are 10, and the copper ones are 1. absolute morons.
4. got yelled at by my boss for drive through taking a long time. (duh, that's what happens when my customers don't know what they want or how to pay for it)
5. i was supposed to get off at 5. no one got there till 5.20, no one took over DT till 5.30, no one counted my drawer till 5.35. the managers (one of whom had waltzed in 20 mins late) were too busy gossiping about what happened last night.
6. got frickin' angry at said managers, started crying, general hysterics. only then did they realize that i wanted to go home. plus, my cold medicine had worn off an hour and a half earlier
7. got home, grumpy at parents
8. parents leave 10 mins after i arrive to go have dinner without me, saying, look- your sister came to visit you for the evening. she'll keep you company and make you dinner and you can have sister time
9. sister leaves to visit friend (he's only here for one night!) half hour after parents leave
10. and doesn't make me dinner
11. i break filter for fish tank, decide to go to petsmart to buy another filter and a plecostimous (sp?)
12. petsmart closes at 9.00, i arrive at 9.02
13. well, since i'm out, i'll pick up some tacos at the new shop
14. restaurant: cash only. me: card only
15. i'll console myself with ice cream from new ice cream shop
16. while they do take cards, it tasted like crap because i accidentally got sugar-free topping (read: tastes like cardboard flavored dirt. or dirt flavored cardboard)
17. after all this, i go home and forget that i have homework. hooray! midnight sunday homework session for me, after only one week of classes!
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
why?
the first day of school, i felt absolutely fine, aside from having like 3 hours of sleep the night before. yesterday, i woke up with a full-blown cold. where did it come from? no one i know has a cold. i haven't even been around anyone lately! so i called in sick to work today, and my manager was all like, "well you were in here yesterday." all suspicious-like. yes i was in there yesterday, but if she wasn't so unobservant, she would have noticed that i was doing a lot of sniffling and coughing and going "ungh". plus, it wasn't like i was in there WORKING; i dropped in on my way home from school because it was payday, and i wanted my check. anyway. she hung up the phone before i could tell her that i had asked a coworker if he would be willing to take my shift. oh well. if she's too rude to even signal that she's hanging up, then screw her. she doesn't deserve to have a good day. it's like, she never says "oh i'm sorry you're sick. rest up and get better!". when i tell her i'm sick, she mutters "that means we'll only have five people tonight..." as if her problems will make me magically unsick, ready to work. when i call in sick, it's not because i'm weak and too wimpy to work. it's because i don't think it's best for anyone if i come in and go "*sniff* i guess i'll make this food for this customer...*cough cough* here's your order, sir...*snerk*"
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*
why?
the first day of school, i felt absolutely fine, aside from having like 3 hours of sleep the night before. yesterday, i woke up with a full-blown cold. where did it come from? no one i know has a cold. i haven't even been around anyone lately! so i called in sick to work today, and my manager was all like, "well you were in here yesterday." all suspicious-like. yes i was in there yesterday, but if she wasn't so unobservant, she would have noticed that i was doing a lot of sniffling and coughing and going "ungh". plus, it wasn't like i was in there WORKING; i dropped in on my way home from school because it was payday, and i wanted my check. anyway. she hung up the phone before i could tell her that i had asked a coworker if he would be willing to take my shift. oh well. if she's too rude to even signal that she's hanging up, then screw her. she doesn't deserve to have a good day. it's like, she never says "oh i'm sorry you're sick. rest up and get better!". when i tell her i'm sick, she mutters "that means we'll only have five people tonight..." as if her problems will make me magically unsick, ready to work. when i call in sick, it's not because i'm weak and too wimpy to work. it's because i don't think it's best for anyone if i come in and go "*sniff* i guess i'll make this food for this customer...*cough cough* here's your order, sir...*snerk*"
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*
i feel that it's best for me to keep my nasty, snotty, germy self at home, for the safety and peace of mind of both myself and my customers. and coworkers.
*steps off soap box*
Monday, August 23, 2004
blargh
as i lay here, on the eve of my sophomore year in college, quietly doing not much, and not even remembering that tomorrow is school, my vomitous stomach decides to remind me. every year, i get queasy on the first day of school. as far back as i can remember. my mind may not even be aware, but my stomach always knows. i remember my senior year in high school, i had an early volleyball class. the first day, i got sick worse than usual, probably because of the physical activity. anyway, my teacher decided to make an example of me to the class:
"did you eat breakfast today?"
:"no"
"let this be a lesson to all of you- always eat breakfast. doesn't matter if you're on a diet or whatever. you gotta eat."
i didn't like that. first of all, if i had eaten breakfast, i wouldn't have fainted, but i WOULD have blown chunks across the freshly buffed floor. second of all, the beginning of my senior year was the time when i was really fat, right before i decided to go to weight watchers. mentioning being on a diet was embarrassing and repulsive to me. how dare she figure i abstained from food because i wanted to be thinner! i didn't eat because i couldn't! i ALWAYS get sick on the first day of school. this was my problem, not hers. and now she was making it the business of every snobby girl and hot guy in the class. so i'm not feeling well tonight.
how to spend the night before the first day of school, you ask? stay up freakin late playing this game, that's how. so what if i don't know my schedule or what time i need to wake up. so what if i don't have my books. so what if i haven't purchased any paper or pens or anything. i have marbles, and that's all i need.
btw, the 'no books' thing is not my fault. it is the school's fault. i ordered the books online. the confirmation said "your order will be processed within 48 hours." apparently, 48 hours from thursday afternoon is not saturday afternoon, but monday morning. i swear, i took college algebra, and i thought 48 hours meant two days. i did get a B in that class, but that was only because i was too confidant and never studied. "hey, i took this same class freshman year of high school! why do the homework or listen during lecture? if they didn't want us to play minehunt during class, they shouldn't have put us in a computer lab for lecture." i sat in the very back of that class, and i know that 3/4 of the students were checking email or playing minehunt during lectures. the other quarter were asleep.
"did you eat breakfast today?"
:"no"
"let this be a lesson to all of you- always eat breakfast. doesn't matter if you're on a diet or whatever. you gotta eat."
i didn't like that. first of all, if i had eaten breakfast, i wouldn't have fainted, but i WOULD have blown chunks across the freshly buffed floor. second of all, the beginning of my senior year was the time when i was really fat, right before i decided to go to weight watchers. mentioning being on a diet was embarrassing and repulsive to me. how dare she figure i abstained from food because i wanted to be thinner! i didn't eat because i couldn't! i ALWAYS get sick on the first day of school. this was my problem, not hers. and now she was making it the business of every snobby girl and hot guy in the class. so i'm not feeling well tonight.
how to spend the night before the first day of school, you ask? stay up freakin late playing this game, that's how. so what if i don't know my schedule or what time i need to wake up. so what if i don't have my books. so what if i haven't purchased any paper or pens or anything. i have marbles, and that's all i need.
btw, the 'no books' thing is not my fault. it is the school's fault. i ordered the books online. the confirmation said "your order will be processed within 48 hours." apparently, 48 hours from thursday afternoon is not saturday afternoon, but monday morning. i swear, i took college algebra, and i thought 48 hours meant two days. i did get a B in that class, but that was only because i was too confidant and never studied. "hey, i took this same class freshman year of high school! why do the homework or listen during lecture? if they didn't want us to play minehunt during class, they shouldn't have put us in a computer lab for lecture." i sat in the very back of that class, and i know that 3/4 of the students were checking email or playing minehunt during lectures. the other quarter were asleep.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
mmm... granola...
i went to the health nut store today with my sister. she has two pet rats, and it makes her feel good to buy bulk health foods to make her own special rat mix. on today's menu: dried banana, "o" type cereal, sunflower seeds, dried tomato, split yellow peas, etc etc. anyway. we went to the store, had fun with the little pour spouts you never get to play with when you're a little kid in the coffee/ jelly bean/ bulk sunflower seed aisle (but it'd be so FUN to open up all the spouts and make a mountain of coffee in the middle of the store, mom!). we wandered around, getting some other fun things like chips and salsa. saw a few health food hotties stocking peanut butter, etc. when we were ready to check out, there were two of said hotties running one line. so we go up, unload the many self-done baggies of rat food ingredients, smile at the boys.
"so what are you girls doing today?"
:"oh, just making rat food"
"did you say 'rat food'?"
:"yes. i have two pet rats, and i make their own mix of food"
"oh. i thought i was behind on the latest lingo. you know: "rat food..."
all: laugh
then on the way out, sis went and tripped on the mat in front of the door. not the first time she's tripped in the middle of a market :). oh yeah, we're cool.
"so what are you girls doing today?"
:"oh, just making rat food"
"did you say 'rat food'?"
:"yes. i have two pet rats, and i make their own mix of food"
"oh. i thought i was behind on the latest lingo. you know: "rat food..."
all: laugh
then on the way out, sis went and tripped on the mat in front of the door. not the first time she's tripped in the middle of a market :). oh yeah, we're cool.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
btw
i have the words "and boris karloff has no hair" dancing around in my head. sigh. it really is time for bed.
whoa
so a couple of nights ago, no, last night, this girl that i hate came into my place of work to order food. actually, she just asked for a glass for water, which she filled with soda. anyway, she was talking to her friend saying, "i know i should eat something. i haven't eaten or slept in four days. my best friend just shot himself in the head" etc etc. now, considering the type of girl she is, i wasn't at all surprised that someone she knows just did himself in. hehe. before she mentioned the dead friend part, i was thinking to myself, "hmm, not eating or sleeping for four days? that's what Meth will do to you, genius." in fact, she probably has been on it all week. the dramatic ending of life was just an added bonus. i doubt very much that he was her best friend, but i suppose saying "one of my acquaintances just killed himself" wouldn't be as pitiable. anyway. i thought nothing of it, until tonight, when my manager said something about a friend of mine that used to work with us. she said that this guy who killed himself did so in "alice's" apartment. (name changed to protect the innocent. or guilty. or me.) so i got online when i got home, and have only found one reference to this incident on any of the newspaper and news station websites. it says that the police are looking for a "man and a woman" who were witnesses to the shooting, but are not considered suspects. i assume that this is "alice" and her boyfriend "gustav". i swear, this job has made me make friends with more criminals than i would have thought possible. of all the crimes i would expect to be committed in "alice's" apartment, a shooting is pretty low on the list. i would expect drug use, prostitution, and burglery before murder/suicide/accidental shooting. now that i feel real good about myself and the position i'm in because of my job, i think i'll go to bed. and have sweet, sweet nightmares.
needless to say, i'm really creeped out by all this. and i'm just putting on a bitter, sarcastic, sardonic appearance for the entertainment of my loyal readers. except there are no loyal readers. no readers at all, i believe.
needless to say, i'm really creeped out by all this. and i'm just putting on a bitter, sarcastic, sardonic appearance for the entertainment of my loyal readers. except there are no loyal readers. no readers at all, i believe.
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