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[Error: unknown template qotd]Uh.... a big 10-4 there, good buddy. My room was filled with stuffed animals as a kid. Because my dad still lives in the house I grew up in, I think the closet still is. When I was really young, I thought they were alive and talked and did stuff when I was out of the room. I also took special pains to not make others jealous when I was spending a lot of time with a particular stuffed animal.

(Toy Story came out when I was 12, if you're curious. That movie's not the reason I felt that way, though I did identify with that movie a lot. Haha.)

I wouldn't say that I had an absolute favorite. Different times in my life, I was obsessed with different toys. For example, when I had hernia surgery in the second grade, I took my bear Nyla with me. (I remember the nurses put a mask on her and gave her "anesthesia" as well.) Another year for Easter I think, I got a white rabbit in a green velveteen suit that I loved. (I really enjoyed The Velveteen Rabbit as a kid, which is probably more accurately the place I got the idea that toys were real. I think I won the book in a contest at school or the library. That was probably around that time.) A different Christmas, my mom had seen me eyeing a bear that was a chimney sweep named Sooty Sam. (I like Mary Poppins, but I'm not sure why I was so obsessed with this bear in particular. I must have really annoyed them with my screeches about "Sooty Sam!" that year.) When I was a little older, my parents brought back a bear that was wearing a shirt collar and tie. I then became obsessed with finding him a wife. (Not sure why. I was never wedding crazy as a kid. I just didn't want my animals to be without friends and mates.)

And along with all this, there were too many cat stuffed animals to count, some of which I even sewed myself. I'm pretty sure there's a row of them still in the closet at my parents' home because I organized things like that. I could probably still tell you all their life stories. Weirdo.

Do I still enjoy them as an adult? Uh... I don't have a guest room filled with them or anything. I don't talk to Mike with my squishible mini t-rex and the other dinosaurs plus various other characters I own an annoying and unhealthy amount of the time. (Wait, I do. Oops.) Not to mention I bought him a police officer puppet named Cyrus who is a filthy, dirty cop on our honeymoon who likes to talk about drugs and whores and who has since had a barely legal (or illegal?) teen puppet in a cheerleading outfit named Megan join him. (Mike generally voices both of them, though he insists my voice for him is creepier.)

Ah, anyway, I probably have more animals than a self-respecting 32-year-old should have, but there you go.
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I've been having a lot of jacked up dreams lately, most of which I mercifully don't remember. This one, though, I did. Dreams are dumb )

We had a very nice visit in Utah.Farewell Riley )

This week hasn't been too strenuous. I worked for three days then had yesterday off so I could go with Mike to his follow-up appointment for his ankle. His doctor said he could start putting weight on his foot again, but to do so gradually so he can get used to it again after not being on it for eight weeks. He is still using his crutches to get around, but at least he can now put both feet on the ground and move forward. I think that makes things much easier to deal with. After we got home, I finished a blanket I started the week I broke my own foot, so I guess that's kind of fitting. Hopefully going forward won't involve any more broken feet, but we'll see what the future holds.

Other than that, got a new dishwasher today (because I've hated the way ours doesn't clean our dishes for quite a while now) and custom framed Mike's anniversary gift (a printout on cloth of our vows). We also finally got to try Peg's Glorious Ham 'n Eggs, which opened in our town a few weeks ago, and bought some groceries. Pretty successful overall, I think. Mike goes to Livermore tomorrow, and then it's time for another week. So it goes.
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Me, after looking at an advertisement on the movie marquee: Blood drive is a terrible name for a movie. Wait, that's not what that is.
Mike: Or it's the best name for a movie. *movie voice* Blood Drive. Donors needed.

Uh... guess you had to be there. I'm having some trouble having the right attitude for work, but I'm too tired to go into it again after telling my tale of woe to several people. Hopefully I can get caught up in the right way soon. Yeah, that's basically all I wanted to say.
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I see the Writer's Block involves vaccination. I rolled my eyes and didn't read the whole thing. My brother and Mike's nephew Alex are both on the autism scale, with my brother leaning more toward what was called Asperger's and Alex leaning more toward very high-functioning autism. I entirely doubt this has anything to do with the fact they were vaccinated, especially given the science that has discredited the initial study that suggested vaccination causes autism. I'm also very glad they both were vaccinated because they are some of the best people I know. They are who they are, autism spectrum or not, and they're also still alive. Autism isn't the enemy, and people shouldn't be scared of it. When it comes to diseases that have been already cured for many years, I'm always going to argue for the cure. I've tried to see the other side's point of view, and I just can't. I think it is dangerous and misinformed at best. If this makes me hypocritical about this particular issue, I don't care.

Last weekend was Valentine's day and our three-year anniversary of the day we met. (It seems both longer and shorter than that somehow.) Mike made dinner on Valentine's day, and we had lunch with my parents on our anniversary so we could spend the evening together as well. It was nice that we had the whole weekend off, even if I had to use some of it to do general maintenance, which is what happens when you don't have too many days off in a row-- stuff like get haircuts and clean house and try to recharge while also spend time with people you don't get to see otherwise. It's a bit hard to manage to be honest, but it works, I guess.

More on Valentine's day: Mike got me this dude (Steggy) because I'm weird and obsessed with dinosaurs lately. Also, heh, something sexy. I got him AIDS and a Jesse, also because I'm weird. (AIDS is forever!) Mike made Oysters Rockefeller and tried and failed to make pizza (frozen and thawed pizza dough is the devil), and I made raspberry claufoutis which turned out pretty tasty (even though Mike still cooks way more than I do).

More on the 15th: Mom is doing pretty well. Her grip is coming back, and since she doesn't have a cast and doesn't have to wear a sling, it's not readily apparent she broke her arm. We had a very nice lunch at Tahoe Ridge Winery (a local winery in Minden that is opening a branch very close to our house soon), and afterward, it was fun to do a little infused olive oil tasting (they have a lot of different olive and balsamic oils). Mike ended up getting basil oil and cinnamon pear balsamic for other cooking adventures. After running more errands, we had dinner and watched Punch Drunk Love because our TV was still broken.

Hmm, what else happened this week? Right, a technician came out and fixed the TV. From what Mike said, the screen and motherboard had to be replaced entirely, and when I came home on Tuesday, the screen stayed on for more than five minutes! Just subtract from that the fact that the colors still get inverted from time to time. Ugh. We're pretty sure that the HD cables are to blame now, but if we replace those and are still having problems, we're going to have a serious talk with Directv, mostly because this has been going on for far too long and we have a bit of a background noise addiction that has been highlighted in recent weeks.

However, we encountered a new problem Wednesday that needed a more immediate fix this weekend. I had noticed that our queen-sized bed, which I've had since I was about 14, has been very squeaky lately. The baseboard has been separating from the sideboard, and I've been pushing them back together in the hopes that they won't break.

You know where I'm going with this.

Mike hopped on the bed Wednesday night, and I noticed that the joint was separated more than usual. I made him get off the bed to check out the situation and see if I could strengthen it somehow, but Mike hopped on it again, and the screws gave and tore right out of the wood, banging that corner of the bed onto the floor. I panicked and called my mom, thinking she might have an idea on how to fix it but to no avail. It's done. We dismantled it, put the pieces in the guest room, and have been sleeping on the mattress on the floor since. We're going to try to find a way to donate the headboard and baseboard somewhere, but we have no way to make it work for us again.

That did give us a chance to upgrade to a king bed with a new mattress yesterday, though. ;) The actual buying of the bed and mattress process wasn't as painful as I thought it would be, but trying to find a comforter set proved to be much more complicated than I thought, maybe because I thought Mike wouldn't care at all but surprised me by giving me lots of input and searching several stores then the internet with me until we found what would work.

What's funny about that is he actually just ordered the set we're going to use as I was typing this, so that's a bit of a ridiculous two-day process over what's basically a blanket and pillows. It's pretty though.

Poor Mike. Sorry you've been stuck in domestic hell lately. We ought to be set up by next Saturday hopefully.

Other than that, Mike's in Livermore for the monthly sales meeting. I worked two hours today. This is mostly babbling without a point. The cat is snoring behind me, and my feet are freezing. So it goes.
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Let's see.

I shaved 8 minutes off my mile walk time since last week. Not too shabby.
(45 minutes two weeks ago. 40 minutes one week ago. 32 minutes this morning.)

I sat with the kitties for a while this morning, which doesn't happen too often for too long.

I also lifted weights and did my physical therapy exercises.
(Damn, I've gotten weak. It's almost like I used to work with weights twice a week then stopped doing it for three months because I couldn't use my arms. Weird.)

I started laundry because that's a given Saturday task.
(Still incomplete right now.)

I went through the clothes in my closet, chest of drawers and storage containers, and I managed to put together four garbage bags full of clothes to give to charity.
(Good lord. Why do I have so many clothes? Oh right, I'm a friggin' yuppie.)

Mike and I cleaned out the meat and cheese drawer in the fridge then went grocery shopping even though we didn't need a lot.
(Managed to spend more than we do when we actually need stuff. Mike laughed and said it's always that way.)

I haven't been on the internet since about 3:00 yesterday, which is odd.
(After work and therapy, we ate at IHOP because Mike's so carb-starved, he's now craving pancakes, which he doesn't really like normally. We also watched Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure on a VHS tape Mike brought when he moved because I still have a TV with a VHS player in it in the bedroom. Haha, good times.)

Now Mike's making a low-carb casserole, partially because I wondered if it was possible to have such a thing since the binders in casseroles are usually pretty starchy. He found a recipe that seems promising, though--sausage, cauliflower, mushroom, chicken casserole with cheese. Sounds tasty anyway.

The dryer is beeping upstairs, so that's probably about enough of that.

EDIT: Oh, and I bought this guy last week, and it's one of my new favorite things. No foolin'.
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I keep meaning to update about Utah, but my sinus infection has come back full force (with prednisone completely out of my system and round seven of antibiotics finished on Monday), and I have felt pretty tired and awful. Still, here's a start to that. If I don't end up finishing it in one go (and you're still interested), come back for edits and updates. (Also, if you're friends with me on facebook, you'll have already seen the avalanche of pictures. Haha, oops.)

Read more... )

EDIT: And wow, I think that's pretty much it.
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I think my last entry touched on anxiety. This is nothing new for me. For some reason, it reminded me about several incidents throughout my life where I've been obsessed with things that scared me, which meant I thought about them all the time even though I knew I was freaked out by them for no reason I could explain. Here's a list of certain movies, songs, and other media that have freaked me out for short periods of time along with anecdotes about each. I almost always end up looking back on these periods and wondering why they had such a strong effect on me, probably because I don't feel that way at all currently. Luckily, I am not as prone to these bouts of anxiety, but as I was reminded earlier in the week, I am not immune to new disturbances cropping up from time to time even now.

Fantasia: Night on Bald Mountain
I loved Fantasia as a kid. Coming from a family who had so much music in their background, I suppose this isn't a surprise. (My father is a near-prodigy at piano, has perfect pitch and plays by ear to this day though he's going deaf; my mother also played piano; all of my siblings had piano lessons, but in addition, my brother has perfect pitch, sang, and played tuba; my older sister played drums; my younger sister plays guitar; and I played flute and clarinet, which I ought to try picking up again one of these days.) My parents tried to instill in all of us an appreciation for all kinds of music, and one of the easiest ways to introduce us to classical music was through Disney. I adored most of Fantasia, from The Nutcracker Suite to Dance of the Hours, because most of it involved happy, dancing animals or other anthropomorphized animals.

Then we got to Night on Bald Mountain, and I would hide in another room. I don't know what it was about the segment, but all the demons running around with the culmination of the devil being revealed set to that music managed to break my little brain every single time. I'd lay awake after watching it and run it over and over in my mind, thinking about how evil it was and how the devil was everywhere waiting to pull me into his grasp. I'd heard about the devil at church, but I think having him represented that way in all his fire and brimstoney glory crystallized something in my brain and stayed with me a long time. I still can't think about it without feeling kind of sheepish about the whole thing, probably because I am not very religious these days.

My dad had a lot of movies. He tended to buy whatever he thought looked interesting so he could watch it later, which could range from action to drama to comedy. He got to where he wouldn't let my siblings and I watch them until we "checked them out" with him first, but before that, we had pretty much free reign of whatever ended up in the movie cabinet. One of those movies was Toys. With a family history of liking Robin Williams movies (Mrs. Doubtfire, Patch Adams, etc.), it seemed reassuring that he was on the cover, especially in a funny looking hat and under a innocuous sounding title. Boy, was I lulled into a false sense of security. The movie is about an eccentric toymaker who dies and wills his toy factory to his brother, who is a military general. The toymaker's son, played by Robin Williams of course, is more like his father and wishes to see the factory continue to make toys, while the general is very serious and begins to make weapons instead of toys. When Robin William's character decides to fight back against his uncle and storms the factory, my brain broke. I can't find video of the exact scene that gave me anxiety, but here's the trailer.

I have no idea why I found the scene (which involved exploding wind-up toys in a very dark setting) so upsetting. I think it has to do with my strange latent pacifism even as a kid. Through most of my childhood, any time I saw something that involved very overt conflict, even if it wasn't very violent, I would be very uncomfortable. I haven't watched the movie since that time, but watching the trailer makes me think I might find the metaphors and story-telling very ham-handed and ridiculous now. However, I still can't see why this movie was even remotely marketed toward children. Very odd.

Ed Gein
In college, I spent way too much time looking up random stuff on the internet. (That's not to say I've stopped, only that it's slowed way down because I don't have as much time or interest these days.) As I was surfing the web one evening, I ran across a link talking about a documentary that was being made that talked about Ed Gein. Having never heard of him before (and the link saying that this was the man who inspired both Silence of the Lambs and Buffalo Bill in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre), I did a search for Ed Gein and was subsequently horrified at what I found.
This might even have been the first site I ran across.
The more I read on various sites about his crimes (necrophilia, skinning, and woman suits, oh my!), capture and trial along with seeing pictures of the crime scene and Ed Gein himself, the more I felt deeply disturbed by it.

However, a few days later, I was barely fazed by it. I've even gone on to read about other serial killers and found their stories fascinating rather than repelling, probably because I have more separation from it now, and these days, Mike and I watch a lot of ID Discovery, which has a lot of true crime stories of a similar nature. Shrug.

GG Allin
Later on, I remember a certain journal I read (who was authored by someone I went on to meet and marry one day ;) ) spent a lot of time talking about various punk bands as well as a man named GG Allin.
GG Allin's Official Site
I spent a couple of nights pouring over GG Allin's story, from his terrible upbringing to videos of him with underage girls on talk shows to his shows where he cut and abused himself in various ways to his death and funeral. It all seemed so crazy to me that I came back to it again and again for a while, trying to understand why someone would live that kind of life. I think I eventually came to the conclusion that I couldn't really understand, though I find it interesting that I never really listened to much of his music, which was disturbing enough, though that's why I went searching in the first place. It's probably better that youtube wasn't as active back then or I might have gotten more into his music. I find it funny that I've had dreams about GG Allin since Mike has moved in, though, because my subconscious remembers somehow. Heh.

EDIT: And Mike just played me a GG Allin song, and I had to laugh at the whole thing, so I guess I'm cured. ;)

I've had several minor obsessions since then, though most of those are situational rather than media-based. For example, I was very weirded out by Carnival's 'Poop Cruise' last year, maybe because I kept thinking about how horrible that would be to experience. I also was very horrified by Robert Swift's foreclosed mansion, again because I couldn't imagine how someone would allow that kind of situation to happen or understand why anyone would destroy such a beautiful home and life. However, these stories also tend to take on a flavor of the week, as my obsession with them is short-lived and I'm easily distracted after a few days, which is good. I don't know what I'd do if I had to live with these odd obsessions all the time, and I'm glad they eventually are overtaken by daily concerns and life.

Obsession: Dark Desires
Still, like I said when I began, I am still vulnerable to these feelings, and I was reminded of this earlier this week. Mike and I watched an episode of Obsession: Dark Desires the other evening, and even though it's a stupid TV show in that soft-documentary style that has the victim telling her story to the camera with reenactments of what happened to her played by ridiculous actors, I was scandalized.
I like what you've done
I don't know if it was the woman's craziness, her stalking or the story of what happened to her victim in general (or the fact that this runs parallel to my own sister's stalker killing himself recently, which brought up a host of anxiety-triggering memories from years ago), but I ended the evening telling Mike that I never wanted to watch that show again. That was probably an overreaction in retrospect, though I don't really feel like I need to see more shows about stalking. I'm still feeling kind of jittery about it, but I'm sure that feeling will go away.

If memory serves, it all does eventually.

Cool Jerk

Nov. 4th, 2011 09:31 pm
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Make out with me, internets!

No, wait... Don't.

Here's a stupid thing I thought about while at work--

Okay, I'm done. Good night.

EDIT: All right, all right. Since youtube is a disease and I was talking about smoochin'--
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Stop it with the angst, jerk. Geez.

Back to your regularly scheduled program tomorrow... Or, uh, whenever I can get my next essay/creative writing project together. Whatever that is. Yep.

EDIT: Oh wait! I do have something to share! I learned something from watching a Buster Keaton movie today--
Large crowds of women get apocalyptically mad when they think they're going to marry someone who needs to get married by 7:00 in order to inherit 7 million dollars because it was in the paper but then are told it's a practical joke by the minister when they get to the church. They chase you with streetcars, throw bricks at you, trample football players, and try to shake you off of a crane, among other things, but you can stop them with bees, boulders, and running away really fast to get to the woman you actually want to marry! Ha! Dames are crazy.

Yes, this is what I do with my time. Don't judge me.

Be Me

Oct. 23rd, 2010 11:04 pm
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I just took a two hour break to watch "Harold and Maude" and eat chicken tenders, crispy crowns, a salad, and peach pie. It was pretty glorious. You can do that sort of thing when you set your own hours. Ha.

Oh wait, I'm supposed to be working this weekend? Yep. I'm doing revisions to a project I started a few months ago, only this time I have a Monday deadline. One of the lovely parts of working freelance-- you never know when you'll get work or when it'll be due. Can't complain, though, and actually, I don't really want to. I like it. I just wish I had more of it.

(And ahem, state job? I'm never going to hear about you, am I? Oh wellz.)

Let's see. What else? My mom's in Italy on a quilting trip, and I surprised my dad yesterday by buzzing down to Smith for a few hours to see how he was. I don't think he eats very well, and I was hoping to see if he'd eat dinner, which he didn't. Then again, Mom says he goes to bed at 8:00 at night, and one of his life mottoes is, "Food is a hassle." Still, I had an enjoyable time talking with him, even if he did start spouting off about politics and how the current administration is running private enterprise out of the country because of too many regulations, taxes, and unionizing. I tend to nod my head and try to change the subject when he does that, mostly because I learned not to try to debate with him a long time ago, but it doesn't always work. He gave me an Anglo-Indian dictionary to read, though, so that ought to be interesting.

I have other thoughts, but they don't want to come out right now. So, I'll do the cliche thing and leave with a quote from the movie I just watched. Hope things are going well on your end too. <3

"Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much."
-"Harold and Maude"
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My subconscious has been really active lately. Sleeping has been more of a challenge because our neighbors now have three grown dogs and a puppy. These are the neighbors who live right behind us, and their brown dog loves to bark at anything that moves, including whenever we try to venture onto the balcony and whenever Siobhan is hanging out downstairs in the sitting room. Brown dog can sometimes get other dogs in the neighborhood to bark and/or howl too, and if the grown dogs aren't making noise, the puppy is whining because they leave it outside in a tiny cage! :(

It's super excellent when barking wakes me up at four in the morning. You know, because I sleep so well otherwise. Oh well. It helps me remember certain dreams, I guess.

Fashion shows, France, and other nonsense )

So, uh, yeah. Still looking and applying for jobs. Still waiting to see if the state calls me back. Still doing the best I can even when it doesn't seem like enough. It also looks like it's going to be another hot day, so I'd better get to it before I lose the rest of my motivation. Later.
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FINE. I'll just post it here!

Make 'em laugh!


EDIT: Bonus clip of Gene Kelly tap dancing on roller skates. Holy wow.
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I was just going to tack this on the last post, but whatever.

Contains potential spoilers )

I don't know, but I did really like this movie. I would watch it again.

EDIT: Well, geez. If I had done even a little searching, I would have seen this on Wikipedia: "The title of the movie is a reference to District Six, a former inner-city residential area in Cape Town, South Africa. The district was declared a 'whites only' area by the apartheid government in 1966, and the population of 60,000 forcibly relocated to Cape Flats, 25 kilometres away." Good stuff! Going to read the article that's referencing now.

District 9

Aug. 19th, 2009 12:13 am
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District 9 is a surprisingly fantastic movie. I know; I know. I thought the trailers looked stupid too, but I really liked it.

Holy wow. I'll have a better review for it after I have thought about it more.
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In this episode of weird things I learn on the internet--

Did you know that Gene Wilder of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Blazing Saddles, Young Frankenstein and many other movies (just listing some favorites) is still alive? Did you also know he was married to Gilda Radner of SNL fame and has worked hard to raise awareness about ovarian cancer since her untimely death from the disease? (He has also suffered from non-Hodgkin lymphoma, which is now in remission.) Lastly, now he writes novels?

I certainly didn't.

Bonus fact- I thought to look him up after seeing this clip (warning: sound does not synch up) of him starring in a movie version of The Little Prince, a book I have never read. Would you recommend it?
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I thought I'd do one of these instead of working again. From the lovely invisione:

Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so others can play along.

I seem to see this time at least once a day, sometimes twice. If not that, it's certainly very often. I like that I see it so often, but it still stands out to me for some reason, probably just the fact that everything is in sequence. Kind of spooky to me at the same time, too. Maybe I'm just oddly superstitious.

all kinds of corn
This is a quote from a silly song from The Brak Show. It's a strange cartoon they used to play in Adult Swim's early years on Cartoon Network. I actually didn't see the show, but my little sister had a CD with songs from the show. One of them talked about things Brak, the title character of the show, liked. He apparently likes all kinds of corn. I can dig it.

Oh, Derrida. <3 He was a French postmodern philosopher whose theory I fell in love with when I was studying it back in college. (My minor is in philosophy, in case you forgot.) His theory can be especially difficult to read and understand because he writes it in a form that deconstructs the philosophy. I haven't read him in quite some time, but I really should get back into it. Him and Foucault (and possibly Said) were some of my all-time favorites to study back in the day. Sigh. I was really sad when I found out in class that he died from pancreatic cancer in 2004.

house of leaves
One of my favorite books. I read it right before college, and that was before I knew about postmodernism. The form of it absolutely fascinated me. It has type that goes all over the page and is just as much a part of the story as the story itself, plus it has a few different story lines converging at once. It makes me wish I could re-read books, seriously. It did give me really bad nightmares for a while, though, because it's really... creepy.

I love Clockwork Orange. (I've dressed as Alex two different Halloweens because it is an easy costume.) I saw this as an interest on a friend's livejournal and added it myself because I thought it was fun. Moloko is milk spiked with alcohol. It is what the cool kids drink.

I have a love/hate relationship with over-analysis as probably anyone who has read this journal for any amount of time has seen. I have a bad tendency to pick apart really big problems that trouble me, such as world issues and politics, as well as really small problems that are quite insignificant in the long run, such as how I acted at a party and if I was a total jerk or not. I hate myself when I get mired in these long over-analytical conversations that span days or even weeks, but at the same time, they can help me figure out certain problems, what I feel about them, what I can do about them, etc. I know it can't always be fun to read my over-analysis, but it's something I can't seem to get rid of. I can only learn how to control it and see the better side of it.

transvestite movies
It all started with Rocky Horror Picture Show. Man, I love that movie. There's a whole list of movies with transvestites in them that I love: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Birdcage, Mrs. Doubtfire... I haven't seen every one known to man, but the ones I have, I really enjoy. I'm slowly working up a better collection when I remember to.

All right! That was fun. Who wants to play?
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Anybody got 2.3 million dollars to blow? Buy this house from Ferris Bueller.

It's been overcast and rainy for days. I say I hate spring, mostly because it's either bakingly hot or snowing every other day, but it hasn't been like this since I was very young, over a decade now maybe? Lightning flashing, thunder ripping through the sky, power surges knocking off my computer, and the cool trepidation in the air just before the clouds open up... If every spring was like this, I might start loving all over again.


Mar. 9th, 2009 11:04 am
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Rorschach, get down from there!

OK, I've got to go do a counter-claim and cross-claim and brief and maybe try to exercise and shower before five, so away I go!

EDIT: I'm taking a brief break and saw this-- Oh, haha. Very funny, MSN.
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I want to do something fun today. I thought about going for a walk in the park, but it was snowing when I last looked outside. Even if it's not now, I'm not sure I want to be out in the cold. Maybe I'll go shopping instead? I should just stay in and catch up on my online class, but that doesn't sound appealing at all.

I do want to see Watchmen very badly. Anyone who knows me knows I don't watch a lot of movies or even anticipate them. (In fact, people are usually shocked by the amount of movies I haven't seen.) But I really want to see this one after reading the graphic novel, which was so brilliant. The trailer made it seem like it stayed pretty close to the book, though initial reviews I've read have been mixed and agree that the ending is rushed.

Bah! I don't care! I want to see it anyway!

EDIT: Saw the movie. Will tell my opinions about it later.
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Tired of the family already? Opened all your gifts? Drunk all the eggnog? Well, here's a little Christmas game for you!

Guess this lyric's origin:
"Load the grill with fatty meat
Put it on a bun and eat, eat, eat!"

This little gem is sung to the tune of "Deck the Halls." I would have more of it, but my google search didn't turn up the whole song. Does anyone know what movie it's from without looking it up?

(Family is not allowed to play. They'd know it right away.)

Hope you're having a good day/evening depending on where you are.

EDIT: FINE, don't play my game. Haha. It was from the end of Houseguest.


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