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Jun. 15th, 2003 02:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikI should be writing something of substance. But I can't. The last few days at work have just sucked massively for me and I can't get the. . .spark I need to "write." No, this doesn't count.
This is venting. This is me, on the internet asking, as Weaselboy as pointed out, "does my butt look big?" - or words to that effect. The comment was made during a heated discussion of blogs in a message forum. Tempers flared so hotly that the moderator deleted the thread. So I can't actually reference the original quote. If I got it too incorrect, Darren can sue me.
Wah Wah Wah.
I overslept this morning. Got up, surfed a little, went back to bed. Relaxed so well I didn't get back up til twenty til one. I had to be at work at one.
I (foolishly) splurged this week and bought the CSI computer game. I finished it in one evening. It's replayable tho, there's degrees of completion. Five puzzles. First puzzle I got a 65%. Second puzzle, I got a 95%. I lent it to my coworker CW and she's only gotten through two of the puzzles, 100% on both of them. OH, how I hate her.
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Spent time last night planning my trip. I figure I plan trips like girls plan their weddings. The girls on Friends, anyway. There's a ghost walk in St Johns that looks pretty cool.
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I'm writing this at Kinciads, sipping ice tea. There's a commercial for Jimmy Buffet's greatest hits. Once again, like with Pink Floyd and Fleetwood Mac, this bothers me.
Back to the trip. I was thinking about this as I was walking home last night. I've never been anywhere without some sort of... itinerary. (I was going to use the word 'agenda' but that sounds kind of sinister.) I'm not sure I'd know what to do in a situation like that.
But I am intreagued by the idea of a place where, if they don't know your name, they call you "buddy". That sounds welcoming.
I've been reading The Shipping News and it's painting a lovely picture of the island for me.
Mother told me last night she's actually been there, just as a layover en route to or from Spain.
Green is such an unattractive colour on me.
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I saw a movie this week, too: Wrong Turn. It was everything House of a Thousand Corpses should have been, IMHO. Same premise, going back to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, young people in the wrong place, menaced by a family of inbred freaks. Despite the over the top violence and gore, HoaTC was too slick, like a music video, lots of jump cuts and sound track music. WT, on the other hand, was tighter, more restrained. Two severed thumbs up.
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I saw the long trailer for Pirates of the Carribbean before WT. YES! I do, however, wonder what my grandmother would think. It was she who introduced me to the wonder of Disney.
I even had a Pirates of the Carribbean game when I was a kid... two ships faced each other and you had to fire cannonballs and knock over your opponents pirates. Far too deadly for todays mollycoddled guttersnipes. Oh no, it's violent. Oh on, small pieces- someone could choke. Are children being made extra fragile in these later generations?
Back to the movie: Johnny Depp. Goeffrey Rush- playing a villian. Pirate ships. Cannons. And darn if they didn't manage to work the skeleton pirates into the movie in a believable manner. It's directed by Gore Verbinski. Gotta love that name. He directed last years Ring. They have to let him direct the American remake of Dark Water. Otherwise they'll just mess it up.
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I wrote the above stuff earlier and I've actually edited for language. My general rule is "remember: mom reads this too." I suppose I shouldn't edit myself like that.
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Dad's day tomorrow. Maternal grandfather is going to be there with his wife. So I've prepared photos from my vacations to show them... all the way back to 99! Fortunately for them, there really haven't been THAT many trips. Only 113 pictures.
This is venting. This is me, on the internet asking, as Weaselboy as pointed out, "does my butt look big?" - or words to that effect. The comment was made during a heated discussion of blogs in a message forum. Tempers flared so hotly that the moderator deleted the thread. So I can't actually reference the original quote. If I got it too incorrect, Darren can sue me.
Wah Wah Wah.
I overslept this morning. Got up, surfed a little, went back to bed. Relaxed so well I didn't get back up til twenty til one. I had to be at work at one.
I (foolishly) splurged this week and bought the CSI computer game. I finished it in one evening. It's replayable tho, there's degrees of completion. Five puzzles. First puzzle I got a 65%. Second puzzle, I got a 95%. I lent it to my coworker CW and she's only gotten through two of the puzzles, 100% on both of them. OH, how I hate her.
--
Spent time last night planning my trip. I figure I plan trips like girls plan their weddings. The girls on Friends, anyway. There's a ghost walk in St Johns that looks pretty cool.
--
I'm writing this at Kinciads, sipping ice tea. There's a commercial for Jimmy Buffet's greatest hits. Once again, like with Pink Floyd and Fleetwood Mac, this bothers me.
Back to the trip. I was thinking about this as I was walking home last night. I've never been anywhere without some sort of... itinerary. (I was going to use the word 'agenda' but that sounds kind of sinister.) I'm not sure I'd know what to do in a situation like that.
But I am intreagued by the idea of a place where, if they don't know your name, they call you "buddy". That sounds welcoming.
I've been reading The Shipping News and it's painting a lovely picture of the island for me.
Mother told me last night she's actually been there, just as a layover en route to or from Spain.
Green is such an unattractive colour on me.
--
I saw a movie this week, too: Wrong Turn. It was everything House of a Thousand Corpses should have been, IMHO. Same premise, going back to the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, young people in the wrong place, menaced by a family of inbred freaks. Despite the over the top violence and gore, HoaTC was too slick, like a music video, lots of jump cuts and sound track music. WT, on the other hand, was tighter, more restrained. Two severed thumbs up.
--
I saw the long trailer for Pirates of the Carribbean before WT. YES! I do, however, wonder what my grandmother would think. It was she who introduced me to the wonder of Disney.
I even had a Pirates of the Carribbean game when I was a kid... two ships faced each other and you had to fire cannonballs and knock over your opponents pirates. Far too deadly for todays mollycoddled guttersnipes. Oh no, it's violent. Oh on, small pieces- someone could choke. Are children being made extra fragile in these later generations?
Back to the movie: Johnny Depp. Goeffrey Rush- playing a villian. Pirate ships. Cannons. And darn if they didn't manage to work the skeleton pirates into the movie in a believable manner. It's directed by Gore Verbinski. Gotta love that name. He directed last years Ring. They have to let him direct the American remake of Dark Water. Otherwise they'll just mess it up.
--
I wrote the above stuff earlier and I've actually edited for language. My general rule is "remember: mom reads this too." I suppose I shouldn't edit myself like that.
--
Dad's day tomorrow. Maternal grandfather is going to be there with his wife. So I've prepared photos from my vacations to show them... all the way back to 99! Fortunately for them, there really haven't been THAT many trips. Only 113 pictures.
