If you're wondering why I'm not posting, it's because I'm no longer here!
I've moved to Wordpress. In about a week this blog will probably be defunct, which means you guys have a bit more time to update your bookmarks. Assuming you have my blog bookmarked. I love you if you do.
Also, for my pals who've linked to me, please change the link to my Wordpress site. I promise it's much nicer than this one.
GO!!
13 March 2007
09 March 2007
Quote of the day
Taken from this article:
'Lance Berkman's left wrist was wrapped with tape prior to Thursday's game in Viera, but he was quick to offer reassurance that he was not injured.
"It's almost like a security blanket," Berkman said. "Sometimes, when you take a lot of swings, your wrist gets sore and you need some extra support. It's like a woobie."'
Woobie! I'll have to use that in my day-to-day life, because words simply don't get any better than that.
I wonder how tough it was for Allyson Footer to write that without laughing.
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'Lance Berkman's left wrist was wrapped with tape prior to Thursday's game in Viera, but he was quick to offer reassurance that he was not injured.
"It's almost like a security blanket," Berkman said. "Sometimes, when you take a lot of swings, your wrist gets sore and you need some extra support. It's like a woobie."'
Woobie! I'll have to use that in my day-to-day life, because words simply don't get any better than that.
I wonder how tough it was for Allyson Footer to write that without laughing.
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08 March 2007
People I have seen go in the women's bathroom whilst sitting at Spiderhouse
1. A woman with clunky combat boots tromping over the sensitive floor. Also wearing camoflauge pants.
2. Sole nice guy who works here trying desperately to get in to change the trash bags.
3. Two girls go in together. Twice.
4. Man with silver briefcase who locked the door behind himself.
2. Sole nice guy who works here trying desperately to get in to change the trash bags.
3. Two girls go in together. Twice.
4. Man with silver briefcase who locked the door behind himself.
07 March 2007
Music Wednesday!
I think that what this blog really needs is a theme day. This could only last one week. This could last forever. We'll just have to hold hands and venture forth together. Shall we?
Now, I'm not the type of person to be on top of music. Well, I know what's out (at least the good stuff), and I know what I'd like to have, but I don't have the money or time right now to build my already too large cd collection. I've recently been relying on Christmas presents and friends who will let me "borrow" music from their computers. Now, I don't do this unless the band is already established and makes lots and lots of money. And one of us always pays for it. So don't get mad at me. Tell them to make cds cheaper.
Anyway, back to topic. While I'm not always the hippest gal on the block with my cd collection, I do tend to think I have decent taste in music. And most of the time my friends are even farther behind me. Or just like to be reminded of that cd they bought many moons ago and maybe they should listen to it again soon. Gosh, I sure do help those friends of mine.
I'm currently listening to The New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Yes, it's from 2005. I only bought it a year late though, in 2006. That's pretty good for me. Hell, I just bought Interpol's Turn on the Bright Lights a few months ago.
It took me a while to really appreciate Twin Cinema, mainly because I'd previously only heard two songs from it, and I REALLY liked those songs. So I only wanted to listen to them. About 3 or 4 months after I purchased the cd, I actually started to listen to it. And recently it's been one of my regulars as of late. It's peppy in all the right places, and the harmonies are nothing short of wonderful. There's a song in particular that really keeps me on my toes: Track 6, AKA "The Jessica Numbers." It skips around from 3/4 to 2/4 like nobody's business, and again with the harmony! The melody is really quite beautiful in places, and is incredibly easy to sing along with, even though it jumps from what are higher notes for me (mid B range) to some alto notes (my love). I've decided that this song will be the song I make my band cover. Now I've just got to find a band.
We were lucky enough to see half of their set at last year's ACL Festival, and this is truly a talented group of musicians. They sounded incredibly similar to their cd; as in, the quality of their voices was almost as good as the recording. And there was a wonderful live energy to their music that, I think, turned my non-listening friends into fans.
They've got a few albums out (here's their website) and there's a new one coming out this year. If you've never heard this band, I highly suggest you take a gander. If you have heard them and can't understand what the hell I'm rattling on about, don't worry. I've got a somewhat varied taste, and maybe we'll be able to agree on something very soon.
Side note: My Wordpress version of this blog is now up and running. I will be posting to both for the time being; at least until Wordpress can import all of my Blogger posts. Go check it out if you like (it's still under construction). Yellow Turtle 2.0
Now, I'm not the type of person to be on top of music. Well, I know what's out (at least the good stuff), and I know what I'd like to have, but I don't have the money or time right now to build my already too large cd collection. I've recently been relying on Christmas presents and friends who will let me "borrow" music from their computers. Now, I don't do this unless the band is already established and makes lots and lots of money. And one of us always pays for it. So don't get mad at me. Tell them to make cds cheaper.
Anyway, back to topic. While I'm not always the hippest gal on the block with my cd collection, I do tend to think I have decent taste in music. And most of the time my friends are even farther behind me. Or just like to be reminded of that cd they bought many moons ago and maybe they should listen to it again soon. Gosh, I sure do help those friends of mine.
I'm currently listening to The New Pornographers' Twin Cinema. Yes, it's from 2005. I only bought it a year late though, in 2006. That's pretty good for me. Hell, I just bought Interpol's Turn on the Bright Lights a few months ago.
It took me a while to really appreciate Twin Cinema, mainly because I'd previously only heard two songs from it, and I REALLY liked those songs. So I only wanted to listen to them. About 3 or 4 months after I purchased the cd, I actually started to listen to it. And recently it's been one of my regulars as of late. It's peppy in all the right places, and the harmonies are nothing short of wonderful. There's a song in particular that really keeps me on my toes: Track 6, AKA "The Jessica Numbers." It skips around from 3/4 to 2/4 like nobody's business, and again with the harmony! The melody is really quite beautiful in places, and is incredibly easy to sing along with, even though it jumps from what are higher notes for me (mid B range) to some alto notes (my love). I've decided that this song will be the song I make my band cover. Now I've just got to find a band.
We were lucky enough to see half of their set at last year's ACL Festival, and this is truly a talented group of musicians. They sounded incredibly similar to their cd; as in, the quality of their voices was almost as good as the recording. And there was a wonderful live energy to their music that, I think, turned my non-listening friends into fans.
They've got a few albums out (here's their website) and there's a new one coming out this year. If you've never heard this band, I highly suggest you take a gander. If you have heard them and can't understand what the hell I'm rattling on about, don't worry. I've got a somewhat varied taste, and maybe we'll be able to agree on something very soon.
Side note: My Wordpress version of this blog is now up and running. I will be posting to both for the time being; at least until Wordpress can import all of my Blogger posts. Go check it out if you like (it's still under construction). Yellow Turtle 2.0
06 March 2007
Haircuts and bikes
So, I got my hair cut yesterday. While I should have been at work. (Shhh!)
I sort of like it; as in, it's shorter and the split ends are gone and it's softer. But my angled bangs that were previously cute and not too short are now adorable and way too short. Well, not hip-short; I don't look like I'm trying to wear skinny pants and listen to Emo or anything. But they're shorter than they were. And they were cut differently than before. That's what I get for skipping work. And getting my hair cut at a salon in the mall. And not scheduling an appointment with the guy who rocked my hair last time. Let this be a lesson to you: don't skip work and then expect to get a great haircut. Karma won't allow it.
Recently I had a discussion with my co-workers about riding bicycles. One of my co-workers doesn't know how to ride a bike, which warms my heart a bit. See, I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was 13. One Three. Yeah. I've always been a slow learner, with walking, swimming (although I still can't tread water), biking, etc. I just don't like to put myself in what could be harm's way if I don't have to. I also lived in the country, so learning to ride a bike meant being willing to fall on a gravel road. Ouch.
My mom finally told me that I needed to learn (at least that's how I remember it. Hi Mom!), and she told me about how she learned by just coasting down a hill. The balance was the most important thing, she said, so coasting would teach me that. Then I could add on the pedaling. Well, after a few weeks of trying, I got up enough courage to try to actually "ride the bike." It sort of worked; I certainly didn't become the next Tour de France contender, but I could get around on two wheels if necessary.
It's been so long since those days that I no longer feel confident on a bicycle. I know people say it comes back to you, but I've got something to say to those people: Not when you were a crappy bike rider in the first place. I tried months ago, but was so embarrassed that I stopped immediately and decided to give up forever. Now I feel like I should hop back on the horse, because if nothing else I need to be able to teach my kids this stuff.
When did you learn to ride? Are you still wonderful at it?
I sort of like it; as in, it's shorter and the split ends are gone and it's softer. But my angled bangs that were previously cute and not too short are now adorable and way too short. Well, not hip-short; I don't look like I'm trying to wear skinny pants and listen to Emo or anything. But they're shorter than they were. And they were cut differently than before. That's what I get for skipping work. And getting my hair cut at a salon in the mall. And not scheduling an appointment with the guy who rocked my hair last time. Let this be a lesson to you: don't skip work and then expect to get a great haircut. Karma won't allow it.
Recently I had a discussion with my co-workers about riding bicycles. One of my co-workers doesn't know how to ride a bike, which warms my heart a bit. See, I didn't learn how to ride a bike until I was 13. One Three. Yeah. I've always been a slow learner, with walking, swimming (although I still can't tread water), biking, etc. I just don't like to put myself in what could be harm's way if I don't have to. I also lived in the country, so learning to ride a bike meant being willing to fall on a gravel road. Ouch.
My mom finally told me that I needed to learn (at least that's how I remember it. Hi Mom!), and she told me about how she learned by just coasting down a hill. The balance was the most important thing, she said, so coasting would teach me that. Then I could add on the pedaling. Well, after a few weeks of trying, I got up enough courage to try to actually "ride the bike." It sort of worked; I certainly didn't become the next Tour de France contender, but I could get around on two wheels if necessary.
It's been so long since those days that I no longer feel confident on a bicycle. I know people say it comes back to you, but I've got something to say to those people: Not when you were a crappy bike rider in the first place. I tried months ago, but was so embarrassed that I stopped immediately and decided to give up forever. Now I feel like I should hop back on the horse, because if nothing else I need to be able to teach my kids this stuff.
When did you learn to ride? Are you still wonderful at it?
01 March 2007
Memo
Ok all. I'm not officially moved over to Wordpress completely, but I will start trying to post both here and there. The link is: Yellow Turtle.
I'll be experimenting with the different themes and eventually building one of my own (most likely), so don't get to attached to the look. I'll also be adding more to it in the coming weeks. I realized that Wordpress also has widgets for their sidebar (which I complained about Blogger having), but everything else is much easier to use. And hopefully Wordpress will be much more reliable for my regular readers and semi-regular commenters.
Again, I am not moved over completely, so please be patient with my posting on that link. I'll be sure to make a big deal when I'm free of Blogger.
I'll be experimenting with the different themes and eventually building one of my own (most likely), so don't get to attached to the look. I'll also be adding more to it in the coming weeks. I realized that Wordpress also has widgets for their sidebar (which I complained about Blogger having), but everything else is much easier to use. And hopefully Wordpress will be much more reliable for my regular readers and semi-regular commenters.
Again, I am not moved over completely, so please be patient with my posting on that link. I'll be sure to make a big deal when I'm free of Blogger.
I. ROCK.
The picture will link you to a Facebook album. If you are not a Facebook member, don't despair. I'm planning on adding these to Flickr soon enough, so everyone can enjoy them. Whoo!
28 February 2007
Barack My World
People, I know this man is 45 and a politician. But looking at this picture, how can one think of anything except "This man's wife is a lucky, lucky woman."
I think that even the boyfriend would agree with me.
I find it interesting that someone I know thinks Hillary Clinton will be the Democratic Party's Presidential candidate. I cannot imagine that Hillary would have the ability to convince between 15,000 to 20,000 Texans to stand outdoors in bad weather for an entire afternoon. Texas is a notorious red state, with our governor turning into Bush Jr. The fact that Barack Obama was able to pull together people of many different races, backgrounds, and ages fully supports my belief that we will be able to vote for this man come November '08. Then again, this happened in Austin, probably the most liberal city in Texas. Oh well. Maybe the state will follow in our footsteps.
I've heard some claim that Hillary will get the vote simply because she's a woman and don't all women want to support her? NO! (I say emphatically) The fact that she's a woman shouldn't enter into the equation. Her politics are questionable. First she supported the war, then she didn't. This same flip-flopping cost Kerry the presidential vote in '04. What makes people think that she'll somehow be able to rise above it?
I've only scratched the surface of both candidates (I haven't even begun considering other Democratic hopefuls) and I intend to find out more about them as we draw closer to the primaries. I know that Obama supported the bill to build a fence along our border, which I oppose. So we'll see if anything else comes up about either that will help me make a better informed decision. But as it stands now, I'm hoping Obama's name will be on the ballot next year.
Any opinions out there? Got some love for a candidate yet?
I think that even the boyfriend would agree with me.
I find it interesting that someone I know thinks Hillary Clinton will be the Democratic Party's Presidential candidate. I cannot imagine that Hillary would have the ability to convince between 15,000 to 20,000 Texans to stand outdoors in bad weather for an entire afternoon. Texas is a notorious red state, with our governor turning into Bush Jr. The fact that Barack Obama was able to pull together people of many different races, backgrounds, and ages fully supports my belief that we will be able to vote for this man come November '08. Then again, this happened in Austin, probably the most liberal city in Texas. Oh well. Maybe the state will follow in our footsteps.
I've heard some claim that Hillary will get the vote simply because she's a woman and don't all women want to support her? NO! (I say emphatically) The fact that she's a woman shouldn't enter into the equation. Her politics are questionable. First she supported the war, then she didn't. This same flip-flopping cost Kerry the presidential vote in '04. What makes people think that she'll somehow be able to rise above it?
I've only scratched the surface of both candidates (I haven't even begun considering other Democratic hopefuls) and I intend to find out more about them as we draw closer to the primaries. I know that Obama supported the bill to build a fence along our border, which I oppose. So we'll see if anything else comes up about either that will help me make a better informed decision. But as it stands now, I'm hoping Obama's name will be on the ballot next year.
Any opinions out there? Got some love for a candidate yet?
26 February 2007
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah
Does anyone else listen to this band? I'm loving their new album right now. Especially "Satan Said Dance," which you can hear by going here.
A caution: if you don't like weird voices and electronic music, please don't listen to the song. You will not enjoy it. And you will be angry with me for wasting your time. And I really like you and want you to stick around.
My pity party has dulled a bit in severity, only because I just got an email from a friend who I haven't seen in, almost 2 years? Say it ain't so! She found me through the wonders of the internet, and hopefully I will see her soon. I should really reply to her email instead of just talking about it on the web.
UPDATE: The link to my Myspace page no longer has the song mentioned above. Now it's got Peter Bjorn and John. Also a band I'm in love with at the moment.
A caution: if you don't like weird voices and electronic music, please don't listen to the song. You will not enjoy it. And you will be angry with me for wasting your time. And I really like you and want you to stick around.
My pity party has dulled a bit in severity, only because I just got an email from a friend who I haven't seen in, almost 2 years? Say it ain't so! She found me through the wonders of the internet, and hopefully I will see her soon. I should really reply to her email instead of just talking about it on the web.
UPDATE: The link to my Myspace page no longer has the song mentioned above. Now it's got Peter Bjorn and John. Also a band I'm in love with at the moment.
Pity party
I've just come to the horrifying realization that I have no idea what I want to do with this life of mine. I know I've written this before, but it's a recurring theme in my life and if this blog is about anything, it's about what's going on in my head.
I decided to poke around at different universities in the area to get a feel for what's out there in terms of graduate study. I've had a few ideas of what I'd like to maybe try out, but there's nothing that's jumped out at me and made a great impression. In order to even think about applying to graduate school at most places, I'll need to have three good reference letters from professors. At this point, I know of one professor who worked with me almost three years ago. I was not motivated in my college life to make friends with professors, so I don't have much to go on. That means that the free classes I can take at the university where I work will have to give me ample opportunity to meet and kiss professors' asses. Can I do that with a full-time job? Do I even want to?
Again, nothing in a graduate catalog really tells me that I want to try for it. I'd much rather find a job that I love than study some more, although I've always thought that the Sound Recording Technology program at Texas State (formally Southwest Texas) sounded so interesting. But I never thought I could do something like that. Nowadays I still feel like most things are probably beyond my reach, and if the music department at Texas State tells me this is too, I think it'll take me a while to bounce back.
I apologize for this rambling post, but a flood of emotions is hiding behind my eyes right now, and typing is the only thing I can do to keep from breaking down at work. I can't stand administrative duties; I hate being cooped up doing something I don't like for pay that barely helps me get by. I don't want to continue down this road, and yet I don't know what road would be best for me. When I make my next move, it needs to be one I have little or no reservations about. I can't afford to spend the next few years walking down a path that, in the end, holds no pot of gold.
I guess the bottom line is that I'm terrified of the future. I've told people that I'm interested in certain things, but that's usually just been to give them something to hear (and give me something to say). Now I'm realizing how hard anything I try to do will be. And I'm a bit discouraged.
Sorry gang. Hopefully tomorrow's post will be brighter.
I decided to poke around at different universities in the area to get a feel for what's out there in terms of graduate study. I've had a few ideas of what I'd like to maybe try out, but there's nothing that's jumped out at me and made a great impression. In order to even think about applying to graduate school at most places, I'll need to have three good reference letters from professors. At this point, I know of one professor who worked with me almost three years ago. I was not motivated in my college life to make friends with professors, so I don't have much to go on. That means that the free classes I can take at the university where I work will have to give me ample opportunity to meet and kiss professors' asses. Can I do that with a full-time job? Do I even want to?
Again, nothing in a graduate catalog really tells me that I want to try for it. I'd much rather find a job that I love than study some more, although I've always thought that the Sound Recording Technology program at Texas State (formally Southwest Texas) sounded so interesting. But I never thought I could do something like that. Nowadays I still feel like most things are probably beyond my reach, and if the music department at Texas State tells me this is too, I think it'll take me a while to bounce back.
I apologize for this rambling post, but a flood of emotions is hiding behind my eyes right now, and typing is the only thing I can do to keep from breaking down at work. I can't stand administrative duties; I hate being cooped up doing something I don't like for pay that barely helps me get by. I don't want to continue down this road, and yet I don't know what road would be best for me. When I make my next move, it needs to be one I have little or no reservations about. I can't afford to spend the next few years walking down a path that, in the end, holds no pot of gold.
I guess the bottom line is that I'm terrified of the future. I've told people that I'm interested in certain things, but that's usually just been to give them something to hear (and give me something to say). Now I'm realizing how hard anything I try to do will be. And I'm a bit discouraged.
Sorry gang. Hopefully tomorrow's post will be brighter.
22 February 2007
Uninspired
Hi. Lately I haven't had much interesting happen to me, so I guess I'll just talk about some things that have entered my mind in the past few days.
On Monday I had an appointment to give blood. I'd only done this once before in my life, and that was for extra credit in a biology class. And I would have sold my soul for extra credit in that biology class because people, I'm not that good at science. Anyway, we (my roommate and I) walk into the donor clinic about 5 minutes before my appointment. The lady at the reception desk stood up to greet us with a very nice "Hi, how are you doing today?" To which I replied, "Fine, how are you?" To which she replied, "Are you here to save a life today?" To which I replied with a chuckle and "Well, I have a 6 o'clock appointment, so.." It was an awkward moment, because for once I just couldn't contain the laughter at the statement. How do I respond to that? "Yes, I'm here to be better than most human beings and give blood so that others may live." Sure, that's what I was thinking, but who in their right mind would actually say that? Damn, I should have said that.
I recently renewed my vehicle registration through the mail. Well, recently means yesterday. And it goes out at the end of this month. Oh well. As I was sitting at work doing my bills (because there was NOTHING to do at work earlier this week), I looked through all of the little leaflets they stuff in the vehicle registration envelope. Turns out that for $30-$40 I could have gotten a license plate that said "God Bless America" or "God Bless Texas" or my personal favorite, "Fight Terrorism." Actually, I can't remember right now if it said "Fight" or "Stop," but you get the idea. I wasn't surprised that TXDOT would have something like this, but it still shocked me nonetheless. It just seemed to me like a very loud declaration that "this state loves our President and he can do no wrong!" Ugh.
I'm currently putting off my i312 homework. I hope you guys follow that link and see that I now have two blogs. What fun.
I'll hopefully be able to post a bit more in the future, but lately these days have been dragging me down. I hope everyone's doing well.
On Monday I had an appointment to give blood. I'd only done this once before in my life, and that was for extra credit in a biology class. And I would have sold my soul for extra credit in that biology class because people, I'm not that good at science. Anyway, we (my roommate and I) walk into the donor clinic about 5 minutes before my appointment. The lady at the reception desk stood up to greet us with a very nice "Hi, how are you doing today?" To which I replied, "Fine, how are you?" To which she replied, "Are you here to save a life today?" To which I replied with a chuckle and "Well, I have a 6 o'clock appointment, so.." It was an awkward moment, because for once I just couldn't contain the laughter at the statement. How do I respond to that? "Yes, I'm here to be better than most human beings and give blood so that others may live." Sure, that's what I was thinking, but who in their right mind would actually say that? Damn, I should have said that.
I recently renewed my vehicle registration through the mail. Well, recently means yesterday. And it goes out at the end of this month. Oh well. As I was sitting at work doing my bills (because there was NOTHING to do at work earlier this week), I looked through all of the little leaflets they stuff in the vehicle registration envelope. Turns out that for $30-$40 I could have gotten a license plate that said "God Bless America" or "God Bless Texas" or my personal favorite, "Fight Terrorism." Actually, I can't remember right now if it said "Fight" or "Stop," but you get the idea. I wasn't surprised that TXDOT would have something like this, but it still shocked me nonetheless. It just seemed to me like a very loud declaration that "this state loves our President and he can do no wrong!" Ugh.
I'm currently putting off my i312 homework. I hope you guys follow that link and see that I now have two blogs. What fun.
I'll hopefully be able to post a bit more in the future, but lately these days have been dragging me down. I hope everyone's doing well.
19 February 2007
Summer's here!!
Well, maybe not. But I sure do have some great summer vibrations going on. I just walked to Jamba Juice and got drinks for all of us at work. And it's bea-u-ti-ful out there. The sun is out, the wind is blowing, winter has left us; at least for the next few days.
Now, when I saw winter I'm obviously not talking about real winter. Although there was that time we had snow that stayed on the ground for an hour or two. In fact, most would probably call our winter fall. But to me, a native Texan, it's winter. Because I had to walk to work in temperatures below 40 degrees many, many days (approx. 20). Way too many days for my comfort.
So the moral of this entry is this: I'm beginning to realize that I'm a true Texan. Because the moment the weather started to get warmer, my mood lightened. I'm sure part of this mood enhancement is due to the protein boost I got in my Caribbean Passion, but people, I like warm weather. I don't really like sweating on my way to work, but I love sitting on the porch after work, going to baseball games, driving with my windows down, and whatever else comes with summer. I love it. And I'm ready.
Now, when I saw winter I'm obviously not talking about real winter. Although there was that time we had snow that stayed on the ground for an hour or two. In fact, most would probably call our winter fall. But to me, a native Texan, it's winter. Because I had to walk to work in temperatures below 40 degrees many, many days (approx. 20). Way too many days for my comfort.
So the moral of this entry is this: I'm beginning to realize that I'm a true Texan. Because the moment the weather started to get warmer, my mood lightened. I'm sure part of this mood enhancement is due to the protein boost I got in my Caribbean Passion, but people, I like warm weather. I don't really like sweating on my way to work, but I love sitting on the porch after work, going to baseball games, driving with my windows down, and whatever else comes with summer. I love it. And I'm ready.
On death and tea
Saturday I went to the funeral of a woman I've known, well, I guess most of my life. She was a member of the church I grew up in, and was in the church choir (of which I was also a member). In recent years I've gone to church less and less, so I haven't see her too much lately. She had an aneurysm (I can't believe I spelled that word right the first time) early last week, and died on Wednesday. As she wasn't a relative and, like I said, I hadn't seen her in a while, I wasn't too torn up about it when I found out. Just sad. But getting to the church and seeing others crying in the choir loft really got to me. Seeing her husband got me even more. I just don't like funerals or death. I'd very much appreciate it if life could get rid of those sometime soon.
For no reason at all, the boyfriend gave me a gift on Friday night. Yes, that's right. No reason at all. He's of the opinion that he doesn't need a day to love me more, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Especially when he gives me gifts for no reason at all.
He gave me the new Shins cd, "Wincing the Night Away." If you're a Shin's fan at all, you'll probably poop a brick over this cd. It's good. It's different; not every song is Shins-y. They've expanded their horizons, it would seem.
My friend gave me Belle and Sebastian's "The Life Pursuit" the other day and it's been all I can listen too. With, of course, the exception of the present given to me for no reason at all. I just can't get over how all over the place it is and how they've managed to make every song perfect.
On tea, well, there's a song on "The Life Pursuit" called "For the P***e of a Cup of Tea" that keeps getting stuck in my head. Also, I've had a few cups of green tea with honey lately, and they've been rather soothing. Especially because they come out of my Office Space mug.
For no reason at all, the boyfriend gave me a gift on Friday night. Yes, that's right. No reason at all. He's of the opinion that he doesn't need a day to love me more, and I'm perfectly happy with that. Especially when he gives me gifts for no reason at all.
He gave me the new Shins cd, "Wincing the Night Away." If you're a Shin's fan at all, you'll probably poop a brick over this cd. It's good. It's different; not every song is Shins-y. They've expanded their horizons, it would seem.
My friend gave me Belle and Sebastian's "The Life Pursuit" the other day and it's been all I can listen too. With, of course, the exception of the present given to me for no reason at all. I just can't get over how all over the place it is and how they've managed to make every song perfect.
On tea, well, there's a song on "The Life Pursuit" called "For the P***e of a Cup of Tea" that keeps getting stuck in my head. Also, I've had a few cups of green tea with honey lately, and they've been rather soothing. Especially because they come out of my Office Space mug.
15 February 2007
Bleh
I stayed home sick today. When this happens I sometimes think that I'll begin to feel better halfway through the day and then I'll clean my room, wash the dishes, do LOTS of GRE studying, watch my Netflix movie--you know, productive things. But no. I sit and watch The Empire Strikes Back, Broadcast News, and The Family Stone. The Family Stone made me cry. It's a sad movie, but I shouldn't have bawled that much. I just tend to get emotional when I'm feeling sick, and this damn movie exploited that. Assholes.
This Wendy's commercial with the "trophy burger" is a bit ridiculous. They have a shot of beauty queens (are they called that anymore) holding a bacon mushroom melt like they're actually going to eat it. Yeah, right. You don't get to be a beauty queen by eating bacon burgers. You don't be to be a beauty queen by eating any burgers. Well, if you have my metabolism you don't.
Tina Fey's trying to be nice on 30 Rock. I really like this show.
I hope everyone had a good Thursday. Make sure your Friday is awesome, ok?
This Wendy's commercial with the "trophy burger" is a bit ridiculous. They have a shot of beauty queens (are they called that anymore) holding a bacon mushroom melt like they're actually going to eat it. Yeah, right. You don't get to be a beauty queen by eating bacon burgers. You don't be to be a beauty queen by eating any burgers. Well, if you have my metabolism you don't.
Tina Fey's trying to be nice on 30 Rock. I really like this show.
I hope everyone had a good Thursday. Make sure your Friday is awesome, ok?
14 February 2007
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12 February 2007
Flock of Dodos
I, my roommate, and apparently my friend Casey, went to go see Flock of Dodos. If you follow the link you'll get a basic understanding of what the film is about, but basically it's a documentary about the debate over what to teach in public schools: evolution or intelligent design. I've always thought that intelligent design came down to nothing more than revamped creationism, and this film basically agrees. It was made by an evolutionist, but he in no way insults or assaults believers of intelligent design personally. (So basically, he's a lot easier to listen to than Michael Moore.) He concedes that intelligent design advocates are actually more personable than evolution scientists, which is one of the reasons intelligent design has taken such a hold of our country.
Anyway, I shouldn't delve too much further into it. I'll just say that I went in to the screening believing in evolution, and I left it believing in evolution. If I had believed in intelligent design before seeing the documentary, I'd probably not have changed my mind either. I doubt the meaning of the film was to sway the viewers; I think it served its purpose of presenting the debate fairly. And I highly recommend that you find a way to see it.
Anyway, I shouldn't delve too much further into it. I'll just say that I went in to the screening believing in evolution, and I left it believing in evolution. If I had believed in intelligent design before seeing the documentary, I'd probably not have changed my mind either. I doubt the meaning of the film was to sway the viewers; I think it served its purpose of presenting the debate fairly. And I highly recommend that you find a way to see it.
Random
I'm feeling random today, so here's a random post for all of my (i.e. 8) loyal readers:
Last night my roommate and I went to The Moulin Rouge Singalong at the Alamo. (By the by, if you don't live in Austin, you're missing the greatest movie theater of all time. I suggest you move here right away.) Obviously, one would need to be a fan of this movie to go to the singalong; hell, to even watch the movie more than once you'd have to be in love with it. Which I am, forever and always.
Anyway, we go and are warming up our vocal cords with large Cokes. The movie begins. There's the 20th Century Fox part, the overture (I LOVE overtures, by the way), and then John Leguizamo is on the screen. He begins singing. We, the audience, begin singing (as you're wont to do at a singalong). The woman beside me sighs, looks around, and shakes her head. As in, "I can't believe people are singing already." IT'S A SINGALONG, LADY!! Obviously she (nor anyone in her party) has ever seen the movie before. Lord knows why she chooses to come to the singalong. Then, THEN, near the end of the movie, just as Nicole is about to collapse and die, she leans to me and asks, "What's that actor's name? The main guy?" (A collective gasp should be happening right now, unless you're my wonderful friend Marci, who doesn't see a lot of movies) A part of me dies. But I answer, "Ewan McGregor." Then Nicole dies, Ewan cries, and the crazy lady next to me just says, "Aww." Yeah, aww. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE JUST DIED. Aww's a bit of an understatement.
On to something else, I just signed up for the GRE. My date ofexecution truth will be March 10. PLEASE wish me luck.
Earlier I found some joy in the fact that the Office Depot delivery guy recognized me outside of the office. Granted, I met him in the building I work in, but it's always nice to know that people you see everyday through business actually do remember you if you're not behind a desk and computer. Our UPS guy (James) remembered me in a coffee shop, and one of the Physical Plant guys remembered me after I'd left my old job, where he'd seen me constantly. I saw him about a month after I'd started my new job, and he wished me luck. I was happy all day after that encounter.
I'm glad these minor occurrences bring me joy. Otherwise life would be dull indeed.
Last night my roommate and I went to The Moulin Rouge Singalong at the Alamo. (By the by, if you don't live in Austin, you're missing the greatest movie theater of all time. I suggest you move here right away.) Obviously, one would need to be a fan of this movie to go to the singalong; hell, to even watch the movie more than once you'd have to be in love with it. Which I am, forever and always.
Anyway, we go and are warming up our vocal cords with large Cokes. The movie begins. There's the 20th Century Fox part, the overture (I LOVE overtures, by the way), and then John Leguizamo is on the screen. He begins singing. We, the audience, begin singing (as you're wont to do at a singalong). The woman beside me sighs, looks around, and shakes her head. As in, "I can't believe people are singing already." IT'S A SINGALONG, LADY!! Obviously she (nor anyone in her party) has ever seen the movie before. Lord knows why she chooses to come to the singalong. Then, THEN, near the end of the movie, just as Nicole is about to collapse and die, she leans to me and asks, "What's that actor's name? The main guy?" (A collective gasp should be happening right now, unless you're my wonderful friend Marci, who doesn't see a lot of movies) A part of me dies. But I answer, "Ewan McGregor." Then Nicole dies, Ewan cries, and the crazy lady next to me just says, "Aww." Yeah, aww. THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE JUST DIED. Aww's a bit of an understatement.
On to something else, I just signed up for the GRE. My date of
Earlier I found some joy in the fact that the Office Depot delivery guy recognized me outside of the office. Granted, I met him in the building I work in, but it's always nice to know that people you see everyday through business actually do remember you if you're not behind a desk and computer. Our UPS guy (James) remembered me in a coffee shop, and one of the Physical Plant guys remembered me after I'd left my old job, where he'd seen me constantly. I saw him about a month after I'd started my new job, and he wished me luck. I was happy all day after that encounter.
I'm glad these minor occurrences bring me joy. Otherwise life would be dull indeed.
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