It has been long enough since my blog fast began. I should break my vow of silence. I need to get on with the blogging. There is so much to update, especially given the recent occurances within the past couple of weeks.
1. I visited Utah for a few days.
2. I spent Christmas in a swanky DC hotel.
3. I'm leaving tonight to spend new years in a crowded mess of boozehounds in new york.
4. I started working.
5. I may be moving very soon into a new locale, conveniently located near the metro.
I am waiting for a couple other developments to pan out...and when they do...my life will be forever changed!
Or atleast, I will pretend it will be so changed.
Today I went on a job interview, in which I was stiffly informed that I missed. It was last Wednesday. Hardly. I KNOW he told me Friday. I wrote it down, Friday the 29th. Anyway, I believe that they can politely stick it up their wahoos because the job was so far away, I would never in a million years work there. It took me 2 HOURS to travel there. Car, metro, transfer, metro, walk 1/2 mile. No thanks, mr. ican'trememberwhichdayitoldpoorsickgirltointerview. What an unfortunate name.
Dec 10, 2006
Pieholden Suite
There's a whisper I'd like to breathe
into your ear
but I'm too scared
to get that close to you right now
there are dreams we might have shared
and I still care
and I still love you
But you know how I've been untrue
In the beginning
we closed our eyes
whenever we kissed
we were surprised
to find so much inside.
into your ear
but I'm too scared
to get that close to you right now
there are dreams we might have shared
and I still care
and I still love you
But you know how I've been untrue
In the beginning
we closed our eyes
whenever we kissed
we were surprised
to find so much inside.
Dec 8, 2006
Its COLD out there today. It's COLD out there every day!
It is so cold here.
It is so cold that I wore two coats to go outside today.
It is so cold, I layed in bed for 3 hours because my toes couldn't handle the thought of being uncovered.
It is so cold, I keep doing jumping jacks to stay warm.
It is so cold, I couldn't bring myself to go outside to check the mail.
It is so cold, I might as well still be living in Utah. Or Alaska for that matter.
It is so cold, that maybe I should put on some other clothes than my tshirt and shorts.
But its too cold to change my clothes.
Hmph.
It is so cold that I wore two coats to go outside today.
It is so cold, I layed in bed for 3 hours because my toes couldn't handle the thought of being uncovered.
It is so cold, I keep doing jumping jacks to stay warm.
It is so cold, I couldn't bring myself to go outside to check the mail.
It is so cold, I might as well still be living in Utah. Or Alaska for that matter.
It is so cold, that maybe I should put on some other clothes than my tshirt and shorts.
But its too cold to change my clothes.
Hmph.
Dec 6, 2006
Lumps and headbanging
Today.
Today I feel different than yesterday.
Yesterday I thought I had cancer. I went to the hospital, had my "lump" manhandled by Dr. Idon'tknowwhatthehellI'mdoing and he cleared me of the ravage. It's just lymphitis, he said. It took him about 40 seconds of hemming and hawing to decide thats what he was going to call the lump. Is it a muscle inflammation? A swollen lymph node? Who knows. Just write something down, man, you went to school for 20 years just for situtions like this.
So how did I celebrate being cancer free? Well, I went to a death metal show, of course.
Sepultura.
They are this Brazilian death metal/thrash/hardcore band from Brazil that has been around for like 20 years. 20 YEARS! And I got to witness the madness that is Sepultura.
The androgenous dress and hairstyle of the men and women made it difficult to determine the boy/girl ratio. But I'm pretty sure the majority of the concert attendees were 30-something IT nerds, with a permanent residence in their parents basement. Not that there is anything wrong with living in your parents basement. I'm just saying.
I had my fair share of head bobbing and banging. But this morning, it became apparent that I am just a novice as my head and neck have been racked with pain and tenderness all day.
Today my lump is angry. But atleast its a cancer free anger.
Today I feel different than yesterday.
Yesterday I thought I had cancer. I went to the hospital, had my "lump" manhandled by Dr. Idon'tknowwhatthehellI'mdoing and he cleared me of the ravage. It's just lymphitis, he said. It took him about 40 seconds of hemming and hawing to decide thats what he was going to call the lump. Is it a muscle inflammation? A swollen lymph node? Who knows. Just write something down, man, you went to school for 20 years just for situtions like this.
So how did I celebrate being cancer free? Well, I went to a death metal show, of course.
Sepultura.
They are this Brazilian death metal/thrash/hardcore band from Brazil that has been around for like 20 years. 20 YEARS! And I got to witness the madness that is Sepultura.
The androgenous dress and hairstyle of the men and women made it difficult to determine the boy/girl ratio. But I'm pretty sure the majority of the concert attendees were 30-something IT nerds, with a permanent residence in their parents basement. Not that there is anything wrong with living in your parents basement. I'm just saying.
I had my fair share of head bobbing and banging. But this morning, it became apparent that I am just a novice as my head and neck have been racked with pain and tenderness all day.
Today my lump is angry. But atleast its a cancer free anger.
Dec 2, 2006
Lightbulb
I think if I start acting really cold and bitchy, I could probably get more dates with high school boys. So...here goes.
Oh wait, that was my plan 10 years ago. It's just so fun.
Oh wait, that was my plan 10 years ago. It's just so fun.
Dec 1, 2006
Zanahorias
Did you know that baby carrots are native to the Americas? Europeans aren't aware of their existance. I guess I don't know about Asians or Africans, although I'm pretty sure the Africans are swimming in a luxurious pool of "baby foods", just a hypothesis.
Also, I have been reading different peoples blogs and in the past week, I have come across 3 different bloggers discovery of the fact that baby carrots aren't small carrots, they are big carrots cut into smaller pieces.
Oh, did you not know either? Well, blogs are revolutionizing the way people think about small root vegetables. We are so fortunate.
Also, I have been reading different peoples blogs and in the past week, I have come across 3 different bloggers discovery of the fact that baby carrots aren't small carrots, they are big carrots cut into smaller pieces.
Oh, did you not know either? Well, blogs are revolutionizing the way people think about small root vegetables. We are so fortunate.
Nov 28, 2006
The secret of life
I sent out my resume to 25 companies today. 25! In one day!
And that is all I did today.
Except for when I went to The Movie Theatre and saw one of the best cinematic works of art I've experienced in some time.
The Fountain.
It didn't really get much hype, and from what I have read it has not been well received by the public. Which may be one of the reasons why I lapped up every frame (I like to cater to the underappreciated crowds. Except for K Fed, of course.) But - Hugh Jackman like I have never seen him before. The story was set in a 3 seperate spheres of time and space. A man and his cancer stricken wife, played beautifully by Rachel Weisz, try to find the secret formula for eternal life. (I always thought it was Book of Mormon + Good works x lots of boyfriends =eternal life. But whatever.) Izzy, the dying wife, is writing a book about the seach and discovery of the Tree of Life set in the time of the Spanish Inquisition. Tommy, played by Jackman, is a conquistador and Izzy is the queen of Spain who sends Tommy to the Mayan popluated New Spain to find the Tree. Then in the present, Tommy is working to find a cure for cancer in this monkey research lab where he works. He is simultaneously looking for a cure for his Izzy. In the future, Tommy is a bald man who spends his time in a heavenly sphere, next to a large tree, surrounded by images and words whispered from Izzy.
Sound confusing? Well, it was confusing. But the story line is not the reason I really enjoyed the movie.
The imagery created in the film was amazing. The music was a continuous driving intensity of orchestral buildup. Minor chords, notes left unresolved, a beautiful cacophony. It presented a perfect backdrop for the cinematic art that was the movie.
The colors were heavenly shades of yellow, white, and brown. In the future scenes, the sky was pulsating with stars, nebulas, and meteor showers. The tree that Tommy stood next to was a beautiful antique white that spiraled and cragged its way into the starry sky. He eminated light from his hairless body.
I could go on about how beautiful this movie was. Would I see it again? Definately. Would I recommend it? No. No, because this movie is not for everyone. If you want to really experience 90 minutes of moving art, please see it. But if you are looking for a movie that has excellent character development and dialouge, then seek elsewhere.
This movie is an experience. It will draw you in if you allow it to do so. It is a richly warm film about life and the achievement of grace that we so often fail to accomplish within our lifetime. Sometimes you find comfort in events and experiences you would primarily believe to be hollow and devastating.
I loved the idea of drawing together themes of nature and the fraility of life in this movie. It was very subtle, but beautifully accomplished. The idea that finding youth is still in nature and the environment. Not in some botox injection or new pair of designer jeans.
Speaking of jeans, You know which commericials bug the hell out of me? Levi's jeans. Especially that one where the couple is standing in the middle of the stampede. And the Walk the Line commercial. Puh-lease. Those commercials are only going to stop people from buying Levi's. Well, atleast me anyway.
And that is all I did today.
Except for when I went to The Movie Theatre and saw one of the best cinematic works of art I've experienced in some time.
The Fountain.
It didn't really get much hype, and from what I have read it has not been well received by the public. Which may be one of the reasons why I lapped up every frame (I like to cater to the underappreciated crowds. Except for K Fed, of course.) But - Hugh Jackman like I have never seen him before. The story was set in a 3 seperate spheres of time and space. A man and his cancer stricken wife, played beautifully by Rachel Weisz, try to find the secret formula for eternal life. (I always thought it was Book of Mormon + Good works x lots of boyfriends =eternal life. But whatever.) Izzy, the dying wife, is writing a book about the seach and discovery of the Tree of Life set in the time of the Spanish Inquisition. Tommy, played by Jackman, is a conquistador and Izzy is the queen of Spain who sends Tommy to the Mayan popluated New Spain to find the Tree. Then in the present, Tommy is working to find a cure for cancer in this monkey research lab where he works. He is simultaneously looking for a cure for his Izzy. In the future, Tommy is a bald man who spends his time in a heavenly sphere, next to a large tree, surrounded by images and words whispered from Izzy.
Sound confusing? Well, it was confusing. But the story line is not the reason I really enjoyed the movie.
The imagery created in the film was amazing. The music was a continuous driving intensity of orchestral buildup. Minor chords, notes left unresolved, a beautiful cacophony. It presented a perfect backdrop for the cinematic art that was the movie.
The colors were heavenly shades of yellow, white, and brown. In the future scenes, the sky was pulsating with stars, nebulas, and meteor showers. The tree that Tommy stood next to was a beautiful antique white that spiraled and cragged its way into the starry sky. He eminated light from his hairless body.
I could go on about how beautiful this movie was. Would I see it again? Definately. Would I recommend it? No. No, because this movie is not for everyone. If you want to really experience 90 minutes of moving art, please see it. But if you are looking for a movie that has excellent character development and dialouge, then seek elsewhere.
This movie is an experience. It will draw you in if you allow it to do so. It is a richly warm film about life and the achievement of grace that we so often fail to accomplish within our lifetime. Sometimes you find comfort in events and experiences you would primarily believe to be hollow and devastating.
I loved the idea of drawing together themes of nature and the fraility of life in this movie. It was very subtle, but beautifully accomplished. The idea that finding youth is still in nature and the environment. Not in some botox injection or new pair of designer jeans.
Speaking of jeans, You know which commericials bug the hell out of me? Levi's jeans. Especially that one where the couple is standing in the middle of the stampede. And the Walk the Line commercial. Puh-lease. Those commercials are only going to stop people from buying Levi's. Well, atleast me anyway.
Nov 26, 2006
Permanancy
I reached the plateau.
Take a moment with me, won't you? Life sure comes at you fast sometimes. Sometimes you find yourself running around in a frenzy, trying to accomplish everything in life which you esteem important. Everyone around you is doing the same, talking on cell phones, checking their blackberry's, attending to their finances, eating at fast food places while they catch up on the news, trying to maintain a family life and social life, going to the gym, fulfilling community and religious responsibilities... It gets so tiring.
Then sometimes, life slows down. It stops coming so quickly. Initially you enjoy the monotony of a day spent at your leisure. Want to watch two movies in a row? Go ahead. No one will judge you. Care to spend the majority of the afternoon soaking in a hot bath while catching up on your reading? Surely you should feel it is well earned. Maybe you feel like an afternoon jaunt through the city museums, then sitting in the park to watch the street punks skate? Do it. Nobody will judge. It is so great to be free to do what you want! No job, no responsibilities, no rent to pay...this all sounds like the good end of the deal, no? Well, actually...no, it doesn't. I mean, it does at first don't get me wrong. But after 2 MONTHS. Seriously. Can. I. Get. Something. To. Do?
I've never ached for a copy machine before, nary a project involving collation and filing. Ok, I still am not aching for that, but I want to be part of something where I work and get paid for my work! I honestly believe that in order to graduate from college you should be required to take a class entitled: Getting a Job in the Real World 101. Because so many people I have talked to have no friggin clue. I am included, if not first in line, in this real world tragedy.
So why do I want to buckle down and get a job?
Because getting a job=moving into city=fun days and nights=happiness=security=fulfillment.
So. Major effort for job attainment is underway. Stay tuned.
Take a moment with me, won't you? Life sure comes at you fast sometimes. Sometimes you find yourself running around in a frenzy, trying to accomplish everything in life which you esteem important. Everyone around you is doing the same, talking on cell phones, checking their blackberry's, attending to their finances, eating at fast food places while they catch up on the news, trying to maintain a family life and social life, going to the gym, fulfilling community and religious responsibilities... It gets so tiring.
Then sometimes, life slows down. It stops coming so quickly. Initially you enjoy the monotony of a day spent at your leisure. Want to watch two movies in a row? Go ahead. No one will judge you. Care to spend the majority of the afternoon soaking in a hot bath while catching up on your reading? Surely you should feel it is well earned. Maybe you feel like an afternoon jaunt through the city museums, then sitting in the park to watch the street punks skate? Do it. Nobody will judge. It is so great to be free to do what you want! No job, no responsibilities, no rent to pay...this all sounds like the good end of the deal, no? Well, actually...no, it doesn't. I mean, it does at first don't get me wrong. But after 2 MONTHS. Seriously. Can. I. Get. Something. To. Do?
I've never ached for a copy machine before, nary a project involving collation and filing. Ok, I still am not aching for that, but I want to be part of something where I work and get paid for my work! I honestly believe that in order to graduate from college you should be required to take a class entitled: Getting a Job in the Real World 101. Because so many people I have talked to have no friggin clue. I am included, if not first in line, in this real world tragedy.
So why do I want to buckle down and get a job?
Because getting a job=moving into city=fun days and nights=happiness=security=fulfillment.
So. Major effort for job attainment is underway. Stay tuned.
Nov 24, 2006
Walk around naked, if you dare!
I know the thing to do is post about things for which you are thankful, however, I forgot that it was Thanksgiving yesterday. I may or may not be lying about this, but one thing that is true is that yesterday was just like every other day for me.
I slept in.
I woke up and watched TV.
I checked my daily smut.
I ate some stuff.
I watched a movie.
I stayed up till 4 watching movies and knitting.
I need a job.
One thing that was severely different yesterday was that my sister was flying out at 6 AM, so my dad had to leave with her at 3:30 AM. So I said goodbye to her, the little sweetie, and then I had the house all to myself!
First I peed with the door open! What a thrill!
Then I played some ragtime and Beethovenss Pathetique Sonata in C Minor. The forte's were so loud! I recklessly banged on the piano keys with abandon!
Then I realized it was 4 AM and the following day, Black Friday, would be full of shopping. So I decided to get some well earned rest.
And I woke up today at 12:30 PM. Shopping will continue until tomorrow. Shop, shop, shop, tis the season!
I slept in.
I woke up and watched TV.
I checked my daily smut.
I ate some stuff.
I watched a movie.
I stayed up till 4 watching movies and knitting.
I need a job.
One thing that was severely different yesterday was that my sister was flying out at 6 AM, so my dad had to leave with her at 3:30 AM. So I said goodbye to her, the little sweetie, and then I had the house all to myself!
First I peed with the door open! What a thrill!
Then I played some ragtime and Beethovenss Pathetique Sonata in C Minor. The forte's were so loud! I recklessly banged on the piano keys with abandon!
Then I realized it was 4 AM and the following day, Black Friday, would be full of shopping. So I decided to get some well earned rest.
And I woke up today at 12:30 PM. Shopping will continue until tomorrow. Shop, shop, shop, tis the season!
Nov 23, 2006
Nov 22, 2006
The prophecy comes forth
Once every ten years or so, the Tsembaga men and women collectively decide to alter the livelihood of their village by holding a mass slaughter of 3/4 of the villages pigs. Tsembaga love their pigs when they are living, allowing them to roam through their village gardens, houses, and fields. They grow to the size of a small adult and the sheer size and number of pigs become a burden to everyone in the small village of upwards of 200 natives. The pig slaughter consists of killing sometimes up to 125 pigs, giving the villagers almost one pig per person for enjoying.
The Tsembaga keep about 2500 pounds of pork and fat for themselves, or 12 pounds for each man, woman, and child, a quantity which they consumed in five consecutive days of unrestrained gluttony.
Unrestrained gluttony. A term to which I can relate.
As a tribute to friends in distant lands, namely Drock "new years baby" Degraff and Spew "I'm a TV Star" Vawdrey, Virginia had its first annual Gluttonfest.
Friends came and partook in our lavish spread of turkey, cranberry, potatoes, cheese, bread, hummus, stuffing, yams, and delectable desserts. People coming back for seconds, thirds, and sometimes fourths.
Unrestrained Gluttony.
We had a decent showing of friends and family.
I explained to everyone the legacy in which they were participating. They didn't realize what a landmark event they were attending. So we all sat in a group and had a picture taken of the occasion, that I'm sure will be appearing in future archives and history books.
Our King of Virginia Gluttonfest, Neil, made the important turky contribution. Together, we carved the turkey. Funny because neither of us actually eat meat. But our hands were all over that bird like ruben stoddard on a crisco can.
People amazingly donated their time to bake us delicious desserts like gooey choco chip cookies, raspberry dark chocolate brownies, store bought pumpkin pie, and dessert breads. They were enoyed by all.
After we were all requistely stuffed full of food and wrought with gluttony, we made attempts to play games where we all sat around in circles and kissed the person on our left and bit the person on our right. It was my favorite part of gluttonfest because of faces like this one
And situations like this
And here are the proud founders of Gluttonfest 2006, Virginia. They are so cute I could eat them, too.
HAPPY GLUTTONFEST!!!
Now on to more gluttony on thursday...this time laced with a hint of gratitude.
The Tsembaga keep about 2500 pounds of pork and fat for themselves, or 12 pounds for each man, woman, and child, a quantity which they consumed in five consecutive days of unrestrained gluttony.
Unrestrained gluttony. A term to which I can relate.
As a tribute to friends in distant lands, namely Drock "new years baby" Degraff and Spew "I'm a TV Star" Vawdrey, Virginia had its first annual Gluttonfest.
Friends came and partook in our lavish spread of turkey, cranberry, potatoes, cheese, bread, hummus, stuffing, yams, and delectable desserts. People coming back for seconds, thirds, and sometimes fourths. Unrestrained Gluttony.
We had a decent showing of friends and family.
I explained to everyone the legacy in which they were participating. They didn't realize what a landmark event they were attending. So we all sat in a group and had a picture taken of the occasion, that I'm sure will be appearing in future archives and history books.
Our King of Virginia Gluttonfest, Neil, made the important turky contribution. Together, we carved the turkey. Funny because neither of us actually eat meat. But our hands were all over that bird like ruben stoddard on a crisco can.
People amazingly donated their time to bake us delicious desserts like gooey choco chip cookies, raspberry dark chocolate brownies, store bought pumpkin pie, and dessert breads. They were enoyed by all.
After we were all requistely stuffed full of food and wrought with gluttony, we made attempts to play games where we all sat around in circles and kissed the person on our left and bit the person on our right. It was my favorite part of gluttonfest because of faces like this one
And situations like this
And here are the proud founders of Gluttonfest 2006, Virginia. They are so cute I could eat them, too.
HAPPY GLUTTONFEST!!!
Now on to more gluttony on thursday...this time laced with a hint of gratitude.
Nov 18, 2006
Tired is as tired does. And me is for scary mornings.
I stayed up until 6 AM last night, talking--no, make that Listening to boys droning on and on and on about things like computers, building decks, stereos, girls doing them wrong, business plans going awry, etc., etc., etc. I didn't have a car and I couldn't escape. I was stuck in a perpetual living room of boredom. Then I tried to do things to liven up the party. Like first we analyzed each others handwriting, and laughed at each others lack of ambidextriousity. Then I drew pictures of horses with birds. My horse looked like a dog with a really shiny conditioned wig.
After that I tried my hand at talking about eggs and fertilization. Thats when I decided to start lying because I was so bored. So I told them I don't eat eggs and we all got in a big argument. I cracked an egg into a bowl and we analyzed it. That was fun for awhile.
Then I just went back to being bored and sitting on the couch. I played with a cat for awhile, but that got old, too.
We gossiped a bit about people we collectively know.
And that was it.
I spent 5 HOURS sitting on the perpetual couch of loserville, and finally I asked one of the boys to pretty please take me home.
Now today I am sick. And I have been scowling all morning at my Dad, even though he was so nice to take me to a vegetarian restaurant last night. That was so nice of him to do because he loves steak and hamburgers, sometimes more than his children I think. So we went to a movie and I bought him a hot dog. Good thing I invested in the hot dog so I could commence with my scowling this morning. Scowl, scowl, scowl.
Now its grocery store to get ready for Gluttonfest 2006 that I don't even want to have because nobody there will be named spew or jon or heathbar or drock or eat olives off of their fingertips or eat pizzas shaped like the mayflower. Hmph.
After that I tried my hand at talking about eggs and fertilization. Thats when I decided to start lying because I was so bored. So I told them I don't eat eggs and we all got in a big argument. I cracked an egg into a bowl and we analyzed it. That was fun for awhile.
Then I just went back to being bored and sitting on the couch. I played with a cat for awhile, but that got old, too.
We gossiped a bit about people we collectively know.
And that was it.
I spent 5 HOURS sitting on the perpetual couch of loserville, and finally I asked one of the boys to pretty please take me home.
Now today I am sick. And I have been scowling all morning at my Dad, even though he was so nice to take me to a vegetarian restaurant last night. That was so nice of him to do because he loves steak and hamburgers, sometimes more than his children I think. So we went to a movie and I bought him a hot dog. Good thing I invested in the hot dog so I could commence with my scowling this morning. Scowl, scowl, scowl.
Now its grocery store to get ready for Gluttonfest 2006 that I don't even want to have because nobody there will be named spew or jon or heathbar or drock or eat olives off of their fingertips or eat pizzas shaped like the mayflower. Hmph.
Nov 17, 2006
Nov 16, 2006
Success!!!
So all week I have been busting my arse to try and find a job. I have been busting my arse trying to work out tons. I am tired, getting sick, and sick and tired.
But its all paying off. I have yet, another job interview, a possible job lead on Tuesday AND my pants are looser!!
Now if I could just find some cure-all wheatgrass juice in Manassas.
But its all paying off. I have yet, another job interview, a possible job lead on Tuesday AND my pants are looser!!
Now if I could just find some cure-all wheatgrass juice in Manassas.
Flash flood warning! On your cheekbones!
Crash! Boom! Ker-pow!
Are these:
A) sounds of a good old fashioned thunderstorm?
B) background noises in a classic football movie?
-or-
C) All of the above
In case you are slower than most kids in your age group, if there is an option for "C, all of the above", it is usually C. Especially on my blog.
So, yes! We Virginians are in the midst of a tornado and flash flood warning storm! I forgot how immensly I enjoy thunderstorms, especially on a lazy Thursday unemployed afternoon. And especially as the background noise for the always enjoyable viewing of Rudy.
I was lucky enough to channel surf my way into the heart of darkness this morning, in form of RUDY! RUDY! RUDY! I don't think I have ever watched this movie all the way through, so I wanted to give it the old college try this morning. I have to admit, Rudy is a good movie. It is a true testament to achieving success through hard work and determination. That kind of story always tugs on my heartstrings and today was no different. At the end of the movie when he makes that career defining QB tackle and everyone carries him off of the field, I had to put down my spoonful of peanut butter, and wimper softly into the sleeve of my shirt. Whats the deal with me crying at every movie and TV show lately? I mean the other day I actually cried during a Gilmore Girls episode. I cried at the Tim McGraw movie, Flicka. I cried watching Parenthood with Steve Martin.
Seriously, it's like I'm some urban firehydrant that the guys crack open in the middle of a summer heatwave for all the kids to play.
The thunder is clapping, the tears are flowing, then I get a knock on my door. I went to the door, surprised to see a maintenance worker leaving a note that the water would be shut off on monday. I think he was equally surprised to see such a lovely young woman home on a Thursday afternoon, eyes red and brimming with tears, holding a jar of peanut butter in her hand, wearing sweatpants and a Tshirt that says "Wal-mart should go to Hell, not South Logan", complete with a devil horned-Walmart smily face. Classic.
I invited him in to watch a second showing of Rudy, unfortunately he did not speak English. So we stared at each other for a couple of seconds, with the rain pouring down his face, tears streaming down mine, thunder clapping overhead, as I said "Fuerte! Cuidate!"
I don't think it made sense to either of us.
Are these:
A) sounds of a good old fashioned thunderstorm?
B) background noises in a classic football movie?
-or-
C) All of the above
In case you are slower than most kids in your age group, if there is an option for "C, all of the above", it is usually C. Especially on my blog.
So, yes! We Virginians are in the midst of a tornado and flash flood warning storm! I forgot how immensly I enjoy thunderstorms, especially on a lazy Thursday unemployed afternoon. And especially as the background noise for the always enjoyable viewing of Rudy.
I was lucky enough to channel surf my way into the heart of darkness this morning, in form of RUDY! RUDY! RUDY! I don't think I have ever watched this movie all the way through, so I wanted to give it the old college try this morning. I have to admit, Rudy is a good movie. It is a true testament to achieving success through hard work and determination. That kind of story always tugs on my heartstrings and today was no different. At the end of the movie when he makes that career defining QB tackle and everyone carries him off of the field, I had to put down my spoonful of peanut butter, and wimper softly into the sleeve of my shirt. Whats the deal with me crying at every movie and TV show lately? I mean the other day I actually cried during a Gilmore Girls episode. I cried at the Tim McGraw movie, Flicka. I cried watching Parenthood with Steve Martin. Seriously, it's like I'm some urban firehydrant that the guys crack open in the middle of a summer heatwave for all the kids to play.
The thunder is clapping, the tears are flowing, then I get a knock on my door. I went to the door, surprised to see a maintenance worker leaving a note that the water would be shut off on monday. I think he was equally surprised to see such a lovely young woman home on a Thursday afternoon, eyes red and brimming with tears, holding a jar of peanut butter in her hand, wearing sweatpants and a Tshirt that says "Wal-mart should go to Hell, not South Logan", complete with a devil horned-Walmart smily face. Classic.
I invited him in to watch a second showing of Rudy, unfortunately he did not speak English. So we stared at each other for a couple of seconds, with the rain pouring down his face, tears streaming down mine, thunder clapping overhead, as I said "Fuerte! Cuidate!"
I don't think it made sense to either of us.
Nov 13, 2006
IMDB = Not the bible afterall
I love IMDB. I'm an IMDB-er for more reasons than one, but the main reason being that I love to read the interesting reviews left by would be movie columnists, those who think they have a corner on the cinema market.
That being said, you must always always read the reviews with a grain of salt. Sometimes I completely agree with them. Other times, however, they put out reviews like the following, A review of Stranger Than Fiction, the new Will Ferrell movie:
I've had more entertaining poops than Stranger Than Fiction. And yes, that includes this morning.
Where to begin? Will Ferrell is NOT a meek man whose life is being mysteriously controlled by a novelist. He's just a great big lug, chewing the fat and mingling the gums. I wish he would do Alf again... I used to love it when he'd eat cats and cough up hair.
Also, what is with the Dustin Hoffman? What is this, his 1,000th movie and all of a sudden he tries to be Dr. Funnypants, PhD? He just wasn't right for the part, is all, homies. Why couldn't this be the movie where they resurrected the career of Bull the bailiff from Night Court? Dy-no-mite!
One thing I will say is that Stranger Than Fiction has a good debut from Emma Thompson. This gal can induce laughter faster than that gruff homeless man who used to tickle us as youngsters. I'll take the glazed!
Overall, I do not recommend Stranger Than Fiction.
I don't even know what to say after that. I wanted to personally chastize this "cinema expert", but I thought instead I would publicly slap his proverbial Roger and Ebert hand.
First of all, why does every Will Ferrell movie have to include him running around naked or looking like an ars? Maybe he's trying to branch out a bit.
Secondly, "A GOOD DEBUT FROM EMMA THOMPSON". WHAT? Has this person ever watched any good movies? Emma Thompson is a well seasoned actress, and I'm a little embarrassed she would accept a role playing second fiddle to Will Ferrell's shenanigans.
Third, I agree with the Dustin Hoffman thing. Get over it, Dustin.
Overall, I do not recommend you believe IMDB reviews as The Gospel. That being said, I will not be paying to see Stranger than Fiction. I will be sneaking into the theatre.
(And yes, I'm still procrastinating the gym--see below post)
That being said, you must always always read the reviews with a grain of salt. Sometimes I completely agree with them. Other times, however, they put out reviews like the following, A review of Stranger Than Fiction, the new Will Ferrell movie:
I've had more entertaining poops than Stranger Than Fiction. And yes, that includes this morning.
Where to begin? Will Ferrell is NOT a meek man whose life is being mysteriously controlled by a novelist. He's just a great big lug, chewing the fat and mingling the gums. I wish he would do Alf again... I used to love it when he'd eat cats and cough up hair.
Also, what is with the Dustin Hoffman? What is this, his 1,000th movie and all of a sudden he tries to be Dr. Funnypants, PhD? He just wasn't right for the part, is all, homies. Why couldn't this be the movie where they resurrected the career of Bull the bailiff from Night Court? Dy-no-mite!
One thing I will say is that Stranger Than Fiction has a good debut from Emma Thompson. This gal can induce laughter faster than that gruff homeless man who used to tickle us as youngsters. I'll take the glazed!
Overall, I do not recommend Stranger Than Fiction.
I don't even know what to say after that. I wanted to personally chastize this "cinema expert", but I thought instead I would publicly slap his proverbial Roger and Ebert hand.
First of all, why does every Will Ferrell movie have to include him running around naked or looking like an ars? Maybe he's trying to branch out a bit.
Secondly, "A GOOD DEBUT FROM EMMA THOMPSON". WHAT? Has this person ever watched any good movies? Emma Thompson is a well seasoned actress, and I'm a little embarrassed she would accept a role playing second fiddle to Will Ferrell's shenanigans.
Third, I agree with the Dustin Hoffman thing. Get over it, Dustin.
Overall, I do not recommend you believe IMDB reviews as The Gospel. That being said, I will not be paying to see Stranger than Fiction. I will be sneaking into the theatre.
(And yes, I'm still procrastinating the gym--see below post)
Flex your gluteus. Come on, just flex it!
Working out is relative.
What one person considers a "good workout", another person may laugh and scoff at their minimal just-scraping-by effort.
I have been working out for atleast an hour for the past couple of weeks. I'm on a 3 day on, 1 day off rotation. It feels so nice to be back in the workout game. I think I'm pretty good at the game. Once I'm at the gym, my legs swiftly pace themselves on the treadmill, my arms want to push the tricep weightbar up and down. My body loves the muscle development. Hell, I love the muscle development. I get to the gym and want to keep working out, seeing that calories-burned counter go higher and higher. I love stretching afterwards. I love looking longingly at my Goal Jeans, the jeans I will fit into again when I've lost my secretary bum.
I love the gym.
But my motivation sucks.
I tell myself, just go to the gym, just put your shoes on and walk out the door. You can just take it easy today. Just turn on Oprah while you walk leisurly up the stairclimber. But, the beautiful thing is that once I'm at the gym, there is no such thing as an easy workout. I always want to push myself, because whats the point otherwise? So, the hard part is just convincing myself beforehand that I want to be at the gym. The easiest time to go is between 1 and 3 because thats the time when I have exhausted my piano playing skills, morning talk shows, and my job searching efforts have become null and void.
So, how do I find motivation once I get a job? I will be so tired every day and won't want to spend two hours every night in my gym time. Any suggestions? How do you guys do it?
What one person considers a "good workout", another person may laugh and scoff at their minimal just-scraping-by effort.
I have been working out for atleast an hour for the past couple of weeks. I'm on a 3 day on, 1 day off rotation. It feels so nice to be back in the workout game. I think I'm pretty good at the game. Once I'm at the gym, my legs swiftly pace themselves on the treadmill, my arms want to push the tricep weightbar up and down. My body loves the muscle development. Hell, I love the muscle development. I get to the gym and want to keep working out, seeing that calories-burned counter go higher and higher. I love stretching afterwards. I love looking longingly at my Goal Jeans, the jeans I will fit into again when I've lost my secretary bum.
I love the gym.
But my motivation sucks.
I tell myself, just go to the gym, just put your shoes on and walk out the door. You can just take it easy today. Just turn on Oprah while you walk leisurly up the stairclimber. But, the beautiful thing is that once I'm at the gym, there is no such thing as an easy workout. I always want to push myself, because whats the point otherwise? So, the hard part is just convincing myself beforehand that I want to be at the gym. The easiest time to go is between 1 and 3 because thats the time when I have exhausted my piano playing skills, morning talk shows, and my job searching efforts have become null and void.
So, how do I find motivation once I get a job? I will be so tired every day and won't want to spend two hours every night in my gym time. Any suggestions? How do you guys do it?
Nov 12, 2006
Due to an unforeseen circumstance, the cats will be exiting the premises post haste.
I guess when Dad finds yellow liquid on the remote control, it is mildy irksome to the point of cat removal.
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