Saw the Dark Knight, it was incredible, absolutely amazing. LOVED it.
The to-do list has graduated from the bathroom mirror to the white board in the kitchen. (This whiteboard used to hold shopping lists and lists of all the non-visible foods in the house (pantry, freezer etc.) Now it has lists pertaining to emptying this house, to filling boxes and a truck, to preparing for visitors (?!) and applying to school.
Also, we started feeding the cats Peppercatz because of John's wierd skin problems and their enormity. It's raw meat, which I feel good about for them but a little confused about as a new vegetarian. On the other hand, after two days they're behavior is decidedly more catlike on the cat-to-sofa spectrum which is incredibly charming. Yesterday, we watched John tear ass across the lawn (which generally only happens in the presence of a dog or a vaccuum) and scratch her nails on the fence. "She's THINKING about CLIMBING the FENCE!" Z said with absolute incredulity. We're mixing it with their old food (California Natural) and the kibbles have been left over every single day. (Today, I gave them Evo which the lady at the pet store gave me for free to try. It is still sitting there.) John ignored her bowl in order to plot about how to intimidate Little G out of hers.... again a move away from sofa.
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
What a day!
The weather was in the 80's last week, which told me that summer was *coming* but when I walked down my street and saw that the movie marquee had
Spiderman 3 (saw it, loved it)
Pirates of the Carribbean 2 (ditto... I know, I know, they're dumb, but so good in an old fashioned corny-ass way)
and Shrek 3 (I know EVERYONE else digs them, but I saw the 2nd one on a plane and wasn't impressed...)
Coming soon? The Bournes Ultimatum (third in the series) and Ocean's 13 (can't wait!) In other words.... it's summer, my friends. Generally speaking, I've never been one for sequels, but I can't wait for Ocean's 13. (I tried to watch the original... I'm crazy about Sinatra, but try as I might to change my frame of reference to a different, more misogynist time, I couldn't watch it.)
ANYway. I stayed home sick today with a stomach ache, and our water heater suddenly started to "leak"...ie gallons and gallons of hot and then cold water came tumbling onto my basement floor (and thus, my dirty laundry). It was a good thing that I was home because from his office, Z would never have heard the noise, and it would have gone on for much longer. It was my incredulity that my husband would do laundry in the middle of the day (that was what the water sounded like) that led me to investigate.
So, I finally got to "STOP FREAKIN' Call Beacon!" which I've been waiting to do for years. A pinnacle of marketing genius that line...
New Boiler and a cheeseburger were exactly what the doctor ordered.
Spiderman 3 (saw it, loved it)
Pirates of the Carribbean 2 (ditto... I know, I know, they're dumb, but so good in an old fashioned corny-ass way)
and Shrek 3 (I know EVERYONE else digs them, but I saw the 2nd one on a plane and wasn't impressed...)
Coming soon? The Bournes Ultimatum (third in the series) and Ocean's 13 (can't wait!) In other words.... it's summer, my friends. Generally speaking, I've never been one for sequels, but I can't wait for Ocean's 13. (I tried to watch the original... I'm crazy about Sinatra, but try as I might to change my frame of reference to a different, more misogynist time, I couldn't watch it.)
ANYway. I stayed home sick today with a stomach ache, and our water heater suddenly started to "leak"...ie gallons and gallons of hot and then cold water came tumbling onto my basement floor (and thus, my dirty laundry). It was a good thing that I was home because from his office, Z would never have heard the noise, and it would have gone on for much longer. It was my incredulity that my husband would do laundry in the middle of the day (that was what the water sounded like) that led me to investigate.
So, I finally got to "STOP FREAKIN' Call Beacon!" which I've been waiting to do for years. A pinnacle of marketing genius that line...
New Boiler and a cheeseburger were exactly what the doctor ordered.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Snow Days Give Me Time to Think About My Age
Checked the Seattle school's website last night and discovered that I'd have *today* off of work as well... so I went to the video store. I got "Live, Nude Girls Unite" (we're watching it at our union meeting this week, because that's the kind of bad-ass pro-feminist pro-sex kind of union I'm in) and Clerks II because I am a woman of a certain age, who hung out with certain comic book geeks in high school and had no choice really, even though I was pretty certain it would suck.
While the soundtrack did have Talking Heads, Jackson 5, Samantha Fox and Soul Asylum on it, the movie wasn't very good. (When I was in fourth grade, Ms. Fox caused such a stir that it was against the rules to say her name in class! Can you imagine being so sexy that your name is a cuss for preadolesents?!) I love Kevin Smith, I do. I've seen every movie he's ever made. Even Jersey Girl which really really really sucked. In this one, they cast an incredibly beautiful woman with all of these average-looking dudes... it was very jarring.
I found it easy to watch 20-something non-actors on the screen in the first Clerks, but man, those guys haven't aged well... or probably they've aged no better than me, but I'm used to seeing actors/pretty people on screen portraying folks in their beautiful thirties and not those guys... in their real thirties. I also found it easy to watch those same 20 something non-actors talk about incredibly dirty sex acts (found it pretty hysterical, actually) and not as funny this time around. Has Mr. Smith lost his talent for making bestiality and anal sex jokes? Is it easier to imagine younger non-actors saying these things than older ones? Or... am I getting older, and no longer find as much humor in people discussing whether it's ok or not "to go ass to mouth"?!
In the last year or so I've found myself thinking more about my age, particularly how it affects how I see other folks and how they see me. My 27th birthday was the first one that people didn't alternately say "Oh, you're such a baby." or "I always thought you were so much older." This was strange. Around 25, I'd reflexively think of the near-teen skateboarders, students, and others I saw on the bus or on the street as "kids" and "about my age", and then realize that it was no longer true. Also strange. It used to be kind of funny when kids in my program asked me if I had a kid their age because it was so unlikely, but now, it's actually a perfectly appropriate question!
It's not that I feel bad about moving into what is undoubtedly and unarguably adulthood at all. It's just that my mind can't quite come to grips with it. In "A Seperate Peace" the narrator says that certain times and places stay with us for our lifetimes. For him, it was train stations full of soldiers saying goodbye and rejoining their loved ones. Train stations would always look that way. I will always instinctively choose clothes that are two sizes too big, because that's how I felt attractive when I was 18 (with practice and emotional support, I've learned to put them back and pick clothes that fit, which is how I feel attractive now).
When I went home recently, I had the strangest sensation of looking at a city and seeing what was really there superimposed on the architecture, the faces I knew, and the stories that I lived there mostly in my teens. For me, the river will always be under construction, the highway to Boston will always be glimpsed from a Greyhound (instead of our cushy rental car) and walking through downtown at night means that I'm going to an avant garde sort of show, or dancing (instead of sitting with old friends for hours at Trinity).
Even smoking outside when there's snow on the ground with a cup of coffee (something I haven't done often here in Seattle) tastes like adolescence on my mother's porch! (Don't get me started on the prospect of being a smoker when I turn thirty... ugh.) Snow also makes me introspective apparently... or was that all those dick and fart jokes last night?
While the soundtrack did have Talking Heads, Jackson 5, Samantha Fox and Soul Asylum on it, the movie wasn't very good. (When I was in fourth grade, Ms. Fox caused such a stir that it was against the rules to say her name in class! Can you imagine being so sexy that your name is a cuss for preadolesents?!) I love Kevin Smith, I do. I've seen every movie he's ever made. Even Jersey Girl which really really really sucked. In this one, they cast an incredibly beautiful woman with all of these average-looking dudes... it was very jarring.
I found it easy to watch 20-something non-actors on the screen in the first Clerks, but man, those guys haven't aged well... or probably they've aged no better than me, but I'm used to seeing actors/pretty people on screen portraying folks in their beautiful thirties and not those guys... in their real thirties. I also found it easy to watch those same 20 something non-actors talk about incredibly dirty sex acts (found it pretty hysterical, actually) and not as funny this time around. Has Mr. Smith lost his talent for making bestiality and anal sex jokes? Is it easier to imagine younger non-actors saying these things than older ones? Or... am I getting older, and no longer find as much humor in people discussing whether it's ok or not "to go ass to mouth"?!
In the last year or so I've found myself thinking more about my age, particularly how it affects how I see other folks and how they see me. My 27th birthday was the first one that people didn't alternately say "Oh, you're such a baby." or "I always thought you were so much older." This was strange. Around 25, I'd reflexively think of the near-teen skateboarders, students, and others I saw on the bus or on the street as "kids" and "about my age", and then realize that it was no longer true. Also strange. It used to be kind of funny when kids in my program asked me if I had a kid their age because it was so unlikely, but now, it's actually a perfectly appropriate question!
It's not that I feel bad about moving into what is undoubtedly and unarguably adulthood at all. It's just that my mind can't quite come to grips with it. In "A Seperate Peace" the narrator says that certain times and places stay with us for our lifetimes. For him, it was train stations full of soldiers saying goodbye and rejoining their loved ones. Train stations would always look that way. I will always instinctively choose clothes that are two sizes too big, because that's how I felt attractive when I was 18 (with practice and emotional support, I've learned to put them back and pick clothes that fit, which is how I feel attractive now).
When I went home recently, I had the strangest sensation of looking at a city and seeing what was really there superimposed on the architecture, the faces I knew, and the stories that I lived there mostly in my teens. For me, the river will always be under construction, the highway to Boston will always be glimpsed from a Greyhound (instead of our cushy rental car) and walking through downtown at night means that I'm going to an avant garde sort of show, or dancing (instead of sitting with old friends for hours at Trinity).
Even smoking outside when there's snow on the ground with a cup of coffee (something I haven't done often here in Seattle) tastes like adolescence on my mother's porch! (Don't get me started on the prospect of being a smoker when I turn thirty... ugh.) Snow also makes me introspective apparently... or was that all those dick and fart jokes last night?
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