quote of the day
ME to video store clerk: Do you have On the Town?
(clickity clickity on the computer)CLERK: Ummm....that's not a porn, is it?
Uh, no.
Is there some reason that people working at video stores haven't heard of either of the classic musicals I'm looking for (
Guys and Dolls being the other)? I mean, fine - our culture is fucked and you no longer carry anything released prior to three years ago, but to not have heard of any of these things? I have to go to a specialty video store? I have to *find* a specialty video store?
A similar thing happened yesterday in one of the stores when I asked for
On the Town. Only the guy didn't say to me outright that he only had the porn version. He just smirked at the screen and said to me, "Yeah, I don't have the one you're looking for."
So now, I have to go out to this indie store to see if they have it. I tried calling first, of course, but the number was disconnected. People say the store is there, though. I am not optimistic.
Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker...
Video (not mine) from the drag raceenjoy
Surprises
1) I checked three area video stores, and none of them had either
Guys and Dolls or
On the Town. I am shocked and also embarrassed for them.
Is it possible that having more than 10 films from pre-1980 is too much to ask? Is it possible that they think people only watch new releases? Is it possible that they are heathens bent on destroying society by embracing this culture of youth and disposability and disavowing any knowledge of life from a time before they were born?
These are not obscure titles.
Philistines.
2) I found the roof deck today. I suppose "found" is the wrong word. (I had a pretty good idea where it has been the whole time.)
Pavement and benches and fences. With a lovely view of the city- monuments and rooftops and over into the hills of somewhere.
Woo!
Fascinating basic listing post - or - why (kinda) I haven't updated lately
Because I'm lazy.
And I've had a ton of school work. And workwork. And I'm lazy.
Lisa's bachelorette party was faboo. (Photos probably forthcoming.) Games and drinking and eating and lots of chocolate desserts and music and drag queens and many more drinks and massages and more eating.
The wedding is next weekend so I will spend this weekend nailed to my desk chair, hard at procrastination.
Camping in the Shenandoah Valley was also faboo, if freezing at night. 7 layers plus mittens and sleeping bags over the head. An arrival heralded by our car alarm that wouldn't shut off for minutes on end. A wine and balloonin' festival. A bit of Appalachian trail hikin'. French toast with rum (for flavour) and mega-s'mores round the fire. There was also a 14-egg ommlette - each egg was added to the pan with my impression of the Count from Sesame Street. We almost had a Cool Hand Luke moment. Oh, and Maureen and I saved the whole place from burning down. But that's a story for another time. (Photos likely forthcoming. Of the camping. Not the camp saving.)
I submitted and got reviewed in my workshop for the first time ever. And I didn't explode. Or have things thrown at me. So that was better than expected.
Squirrels/the trees are throwing acorns.
I have a midterm due in two days. And just generally a bunch of other stuff.
I'm now working half time [edit: at a company who is apparently stalking me so I'm talking out its name so I don't show up on its list of blogs mentioning it]. I think by just mentioning them I have to say that they aren't affiliated with me, disclaimerdisclaimerdisclaimer.
I have another (3rd) appt with my eye doctor next week, after he very graciously spent a while with me at the last one, where I kept saying charming things like, "Nope, these don't work. Lets try another pair." Now, I'm not actually wearing the contacts now, but I feel like this weekend I'm really gonna give 'em a go. *insert whine* Glasses are just so much eeeeeeeeeeasier.
Off to find pajamas.
[Edited because they just really creeped me out.]
At the drag races in Dupont Circle
I could think of a few people I'd rather substitute for Laura
President Bush, First Lady Laura and Dick Cheney were flying on Air Force One. George looked at Laura, chuckled and said, "You know, I could throw a $1,000 bill out of the window right now and make somebody very happy."
Laura shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I could throw ten $100 bills out of the window and make ten people very happy."
Cheney added, "That being the case, I could throw one hundred $10 bills out of the window and make a hundred people very happy."
Hearing their exchange, the pilot rolled his eyes and said to his co-pilot, "Such big-shots back there. Shit, I could throw all of them out of the window and make 56 million people very happy."
Oh! in the moonlight, I want to hold somebody's hand!*
Going camping this weekend.
Moved from Hershey, PA (brrr!) to the Shenandoah Valley, VA (not so brrr!).
No more chocolate roller coasters (I may have made that part up anyway), but at least there will be more trees.
Although, Maureen did pick the campsite. (Hi, Maureen!)
Maureen is a wonderful person, but the last time she picked the campsite we were with the senior citizens who were living out of their RVs at this little "camping" village for the season, complete with mailboxes. There were few trees. She will attest to all of this. It was a hysterical evening spent: fleeing the tent because it started to rain and water was running downhill under the tent, the camping version of a water bed (the trees might have helped here); fleeing the car because three people sleeping in it, sitting up, the windows fogging from humidity, is not pleasant; pants-free dragging the tent under a tarp shelter in the rain; then cowering silently in the tent from a skunk investigating the Wheat Thins left on the ground (by someone who will remain Mary-Jackelyn) a few feet away, trying not to get sprayed, since the skunk came over before we had zipped the door closed and we didn't want to make any noise and startle it. Really.
I doubt that will happen at this new place. However, I just checked the website and there were photos from the "For God and Country" sing-a-long, featuring women with bad perms and men in sandals with white knee socks. I am prepared for the adventure.
Wish me S'mores!
*Camp Newaygo camp song.
blur-rrry eyes... are watching you...
I got contacts last Thursday. If you've seen me since last Thursday, you would not necessarily know that last Thursday, I got contacts. Because I've been in my glasses. Not my contacts.
Because they don't fit right (they're supposed to go over the whole part of the eye you *see* out of, right?), they give me a weird line in my vision (which I first thought was a hair, so I was batting at the air at nothing, looking like a kook), and I think the prescription is too low (he said it was lower than my glasses because they're too strong. Umm, they're not too strong if I can see out them, and then things are blurry in the contacts).
So tomorrow I go there and tell him these things. This is after he didn't believe me about the line. He couldn't figure out what it was (I kept telling him what it was- the edge of the lens), so I must be mistaken about there being a new line in my vision I only get when I wear these contacts.
And I don't like holding my eyelids up. Touching my eye is fine. But my eyelids don't like to be pulled, and therefore when I try to hold them, they tell me, "uhh, no thanks, we're just going to blink now, mkay?"
And perhaps I'm being petty and superficial, but who doesn't think it's a little bit ridiculous that my eye doctor has one crossed eye, focused on the bridge of his nose? That's something out of a movie.
every party needs a pooper, that's why we invited me, party pooper! pooper duper!
Fine. Here. I wasn't going to spoil the fun. But I will. Because people talk about the show all the time. I'll tell you why I don't like it.
I can't watch Grey's Anatomy. In one of the first episodes they make a joke out of Meredith's "tiny, ineffectual fists". (It comes up at least twice in this episode.)
She's making fists because she's mad, and first of all, she's not taken seriously. (I'm not saying they should all cower in fear because she'll kill them, but there is a middle ground.) Second, she's infantalized - awww! isn't it cute, the little girl is getting angry and thinks she can do something! awww...
What completely turned me off of the show, though, was the reaction they wrote for her. She gets all giggly and snuggly with the guy, "Teehee. My anger doesn't matter. Aren't I cute for being so weak?"
Her weakness is what's supposed to be so attractive. That's ridiculous. These people are supposedly there to be surgeons, who have a reputation for being assertive, intelligent, and forceful. I'm not saying that they should write to these stereotypes - stereotypes of any kind aren't helpful - but what they're doing, essentially, is saying to be attractive Meredith has to counteract her surgeon strength with this other weakness bullshit.
Sure, there must be amusing parts in the show. Sure, the are addictive, soap opera-esque plotlines. Sure, there's eye candy.
But why do they have to make the main character go, Giggle, giggle. I'm weak, isn't that cute?
No, no it's not.
****
(Look at the other female characters - their supervisor is strong, but not supposed to be seen as attractive. Izzy is attractive, but can't get "too" powerful because she was a stripper/nude model, so she balances out that way. Sandra Oh's character is played as strong, but socially awkward/problematic.)
it's cryptofascist mania and silicon deliria. yeah, she said, you're right, but I like the cafeteria
I have cheddar goldfish, dried cranberries, a cup of clover tea and Dar Williams playing on the stereo.
What more could I want?
Talking to myself. Outloud.
"I don't know what I'm think I'm doing, screwing around online like this, but it certainly isn't work."
quote of the day
"Ballroom music is better than porn."
-Lisa and Rob's friend, Ily
Another vegetarian injury
I hurt my foot on my pink python go-go boots.
Revenge of the synthetic snakeskin.
