Monday, December 19, 2005
Narnia: THE SEQUEL
So, I have determined that "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe" will have a sequel. Not the next book in the series; I mean this particular movie. It will be about how Lucy grows up and marries Mr. Tumnus.
I mean, come on.
COME ON, PEOPLE
I mean, come on.COME ON, PEOPLE
Sunday, December 18, 2005
in case you wondered
I won't be home for Christmas this year. I keep trying to explain that to people, how that feels, and I mostly get polite noises followed by a change of subject. There's something about Christmas, I've never understood. My mostly cool feelings about family in general and Virginia in particular are out the window for this one holiday, attached to a religion I don't even associate with. It's always been like that. My mother would ask if I wanted to spend it with our relatives in other states, and my answer was always NO WE HAVE TO HAVE IT HERE. Twice we've spent it in Arizona with my aunt and uncle. That was okay, I guess, but it's the only time I can remember not waking up at home on Christmas morning. As much as I've tried to make California home (and for all practical purposes, it is), I still find myself calling home "home." I can't help it. I grew up there. So because I can't afford a plane ticket, and because I'd have 3.5 days there, tops, I'll be staying here, alone. Not alone alone, just in the wrong place, with people I haven't known my whole life. I've had a couple of kind offers from various people to celebrate with them, and I guess I'll be spending Christmas Day with Nick's family, because it's the obvious choice, but I can't help feeling disappointed. And kind of lonely. Anyway, that's how it feels.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
buy me stuff
Have you not gotten me a Festivus gift yet? Here is a list. Go! Go! Go!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
die, mutt
I like animals. I really do. But I spent all day today finishing my law final, and I can truthfully say: I want something AWFUL to happen to my neighbor's dog.
I have never seen this dog, but it must be small. Small, and noisy. I've endured its continual shrieking, hysterical little bark all day today. ALL DAY. Periodically I would interrupt my writing to brainstorm potential solutions. These included:
Sigh.
yap yap yap YAP yap YAP YAP
I have never seen this dog, but it must be small. Small, and noisy. I've endured its continual shrieking, hysterical little bark all day today. ALL DAY. Periodically I would interrupt my writing to brainstorm potential solutions. These included:
- Kidnap dog. Stuff in small bag. Throw bag into ocean.
- Break into neighbor's apartment. Liberate dog ... into the ocean.
- Kick dog very hard, into ocean.
- Wait on neighbor's front steps for neighbor to come home. Follow neighbor into house while imitating tiny shrieking barks. Refuse to leave or stop all night. Throw neighbor into ocean, with dog.
Sigh.
yap yap yap YAP yap YAP YAP
Monday, December 12, 2005
pictures at an exhibition
Join me now, as I race through events of the past three weeks! Woo!
Much to my surprise, some of my family did come out to L.A. for Thanksgiving, although it had nothing to do with me. My younger cousin Amanda (as opposed to older cousin Heather — we are each 10 years apart) was in a national pageant, attended by Uncle Al. Her mom, my Aunt Phyllis, stayed in Georgia while my mom and grandma visited her, because she had chemotherapy (that's why I was surprised people came out here). Anyway I hadn't seen Heather or Amanda in about five years, so it was good to talk to them both a little. Amanda's gotten very grown up since I last saw her — although she's just as loud as I remember =] I guess that's what pageants require. She came to my tiny apartment with Heather and my Aunt Barbara, still wearing her sash and tiara, which I thought was hilarious. She earned it, though. They got to meet The Boy, too. He was very polite while we talked his ear off.
The day before Thanksgiving, The Boy's friends Mike and Deanna hosted a little party with Mike's cousin, Boy's friend Greg, and some other people, at their house. Mike got a Turkey fryer, and we had our own little Thanksgiving dinner. The Boy provided the fireplace DVD, freshly stolen off the Intarweb (probably one of the awesomest things ever — it had director's commentary and music, and three different fire modes!) Pat and Julie brought a Tofurkey, and it was pretty tasty, although more like tofu than turkey. A good time was had by all.
Okay. Then on December 4, The Boy (oh for crying out loud, his name is Nick) ran the Las Vegas marathon, so he and I and Mike and Deanna all trooped out to Sin City to party and (in Mike's case) blow large wads of cash. I lost five bucks but won one back, so I felt like a winner. I also got a pretty awesome sneer from the cashier at the Bellagio when I cashed my ticket for six whole dollars and cheered. =] While Mike played in a poker tournament at the Bellagio, Nick and I slipped out onto a balcony that's normally closed, where we could watch the fountains out front and see the little Eiffel Tower across the Strip. Sunday morning Nick had to get up before dawn and trot out into the 29° wind chill for the race. I am very fond of him, and I offered to go along, but secretly I was really, really glad to stay inside. He finished in about six hours, and returned to the hotel crusted with salt and wearing a little mylar blanket. Anyway we had a great time, and Nick is talking about going back for New Year's eve. Las Vegas is very shiny, and has many interesting people and tasty buffets. I am a fan, unlike some folks. Maybe I am more easily swayed by fancy buildings and free alcohol, though. Also I was there for longer than five minutes.
On Friday, I had to go to the L.A. Times to shadow a designer for one of my classes. I learned that:
It really wasn't as fun as I'd hoped (he was just doing the same thing I do at work all day, only with pictures), although the work environment was interesting and I got to see the test kitchen. One of the food writers had the best office, too: a window with a tree, two walls covered floor-to-ceiling with cookbooks, and free wine and chocolate sitting around everywhere. I am in the wrong line of work!
Now I just need to get my final projects finished, and I'll have a couple weeks of rest before I do it all again. *sigh*
Much to my surprise, some of my family did come out to L.A. for Thanksgiving, although it had nothing to do with me. My younger cousin Amanda (as opposed to older cousin Heather — we are each 10 years apart) was in a national pageant, attended by Uncle Al. Her mom, my Aunt Phyllis, stayed in Georgia while my mom and grandma visited her, because she had chemotherapy (that's why I was surprised people came out here). Anyway I hadn't seen Heather or Amanda in about five years, so it was good to talk to them both a little. Amanda's gotten very grown up since I last saw her — although she's just as loud as I remember =] I guess that's what pageants require. She came to my tiny apartment with Heather and my Aunt Barbara, still wearing her sash and tiara, which I thought was hilarious. She earned it, though. They got to meet The Boy, too. He was very polite while we talked his ear off.
The day before Thanksgiving, The Boy's friends Mike and Deanna hosted a little party with Mike's cousin, Boy's friend Greg, and some other people, at their house. Mike got a Turkey fryer, and we had our own little Thanksgiving dinner. The Boy provided the fireplace DVD, freshly stolen off the Intarweb (probably one of the awesomest things ever — it had director's commentary and music, and three different fire modes!) Pat and Julie brought a Tofurkey, and it was pretty tasty, although more like tofu than turkey. A good time was had by all.
Okay. Then on December 4, The Boy (oh for crying out loud, his name is Nick) ran the Las Vegas marathon, so he and I and Mike and Deanna all trooped out to Sin City to party and (in Mike's case) blow large wads of cash. I lost five bucks but won one back, so I felt like a winner. I also got a pretty awesome sneer from the cashier at the Bellagio when I cashed my ticket for six whole dollars and cheered. =] While Mike played in a poker tournament at the Bellagio, Nick and I slipped out onto a balcony that's normally closed, where we could watch the fountains out front and see the little Eiffel Tower across the Strip. Sunday morning Nick had to get up before dawn and trot out into the 29° wind chill for the race. I am very fond of him, and I offered to go along, but secretly I was really, really glad to stay inside. He finished in about six hours, and returned to the hotel crusted with salt and wearing a little mylar blanket. Anyway we had a great time, and Nick is talking about going back for New Year's eve. Las Vegas is very shiny, and has many interesting people and tasty buffets. I am a fan, unlike some folks. Maybe I am more easily swayed by fancy buildings and free alcohol, though. Also I was there for longer than five minutes.
On Friday, I had to go to the L.A. Times to shadow a designer for one of my classes. I learned that:
- Apparently, all the men at the Times are gay; and
- Something about working at a newspaper makes people standoffish and weird.
It really wasn't as fun as I'd hoped (he was just doing the same thing I do at work all day, only with pictures), although the work environment was interesting and I got to see the test kitchen. One of the food writers had the best office, too: a window with a tree, two walls covered floor-to-ceiling with cookbooks, and free wine and chocolate sitting around everywhere. I am in the wrong line of work!
Now I just need to get my final projects finished, and I'll have a couple weeks of rest before I do it all again. *sigh*
