I'm drowning in work right now so I can't talk about this movie, but I just want to stop by and say it was a delightful insane mess.
The best part was when the cops kicked in the door to the cabin and burst in guns drawn and the main-cop says (something like), "Everybody calm down." They were calm! Until you kicked their door in and pointed your guns at them!
The last two days I've been helping interview for a position on our team at work--a position that I applied and also interviewed for previously, but apparently didn't get, though no one explicitly followed up to tell me (long, gross story). It's taken a lot of time during an otherwise busy post-holiday week. And now I'm cycling through genuine inspiration and curdling envy at all the cool professional goals and experiences of our applicants.
Anyway, we decided on the woman who would get it, and she is super deserving and really smart and all-around great, and I'm for real excited to work with her in the few months remaining before I have a sadness breakdown about my own dead-end position.
I hate the way"Jif" sounds. It's gross sounding to me for some reason. If someone was all, "Oh, did you see that funny JIFF file I posted on your facebook?" I think I would just blush.
I'll be heading up the the G.F.s parents' place, and we... don't get along super great. I think as long as I don't get roped into helping to put up their Christmas lights (seriously, a stressful experience for even the healthiest family), I'll be ok. But then on Sunday I'm doing a Friendsgiving with some people, and I'll be making twice-baked potatoes!
You win some, you lose some!
Speaking of winning some, I put on some Star Trek: The Next Generation the other night while I was doing some other things. I'd never seen it before, but I had the apt to myself and thought it would make good background noise. And, ummmmm, this show is super great and I watched like seven episodes already and I guess I'm a Star Trek guy now?
Professor Franco was great, but Seth Rogen was always hanging around for some reason and trying to buy weed from me. When I brought it to Professor Franco's attention, he just told me a long story about how Seth had once made a bong out of a fake rock from the set of 127 Hours. It was a pretty good story. B+.
OH! But yesterday I was home before anyone else so I got out a book and I put on the TV one of those real-time train ride videos that Kelly was making fun of last week and it was perfect. Everything I dreamed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgEY-57IBoA
Been having stomach problems for which I went to see the doctor last week. He said I can't drink alcohol for at least two weeks, and I am frowning DEEPLY over here.
This is a great point. But I figure that these days, many (most?) serious couples talk about marriage together in private, and the proposal-- public or not--is just sort of an official gesture. When I watched, I imagined that both of these people knew they were going to get engaged to one another already. But maybe that's not true, and he actually totally surprised her, in which case BLECK.
Towards the end of high school, Blockbuster started a program wherein you paid a monthly fee for unlimited rentals. You just brought in your last DVD and exchanged it for a new one. Kind of a Netflix without the mail before Netflix existed.
Anyway, it was kind of a lonely time for me, but I had just got my driver's license, and was starting to get into movies. And I absolutely tore through the stock at my local Blockbuster. I saw a whole bunch of the most "important" (or just my favorite) "serious" movies for the first time because of that deal: 2001, Amadeus, Chinatown, Citizen Friggin' Kane... not to mention the first season of Arrested Development and the the original Broadway recordings of Into the Woods and Sunday in the Park with George, the former of which I later auditioned for at school because I fell so much in love with the show based on its DVD.
Anyway, RIP Blockbuster. See you in Heaven!!
I had a job interview yesterday that went pretty good!
And tomorrow I have a doctors appointment because I've had stomach pains for like a week and I guess its time to finally talk to a doctor about the fact that I've had tummy troubles for years and years and probably have some gross chronic thingy, blech!
I know we are making fun of this stuff, but the next time I am at home reading a book I'm going to put on one of those real-time train ride videos because that sounds perf to me.
I watched a few episodes, too. V. funny!
The most recent episode was almost too painful in parts. When Stephen Merchant asked his divorced friend (Wade?) to host the pool party at his condo instead of just having it at his beautiful, hip Holloywood mansion? Whaaaaat was he thinking?! I was yelling that at the TV. "Whaaaaaat are you thinking?!"
I don't like coffee, but I do drink tea and this weekend I found this cute little place that sells loose-leaf tea on the CHEAP and I was so excited by the prices that I bought like 10oz of various teas. Today I opened the first one and it tastes basically like stale HAY. So!
Spring break of my sophomore year of college, some friends and I went to stay at an old farm house outside of Jackson Hole, WY belonging to the family of one of these friends.
No one lived there, so the rooms were mostly empty. The nearest neighbors were miles away and because the ground was covered in snow, it was deadly quiet outside. The basement was unfinished--exposed beams, wood floors, no working lights. One of the rooms was filled to the ceiling with cords of fire wood and an axe. At night there were mice everywhere.
Well, while some of the group was out getting food and beer, those of us left behind discovered a secret panel connecting the closet of the master bedroom (1st floor) with a pink room in the basement. This room was the only finished room down there, and what looked at first like a built-in bookshelf was actually--or at least also--a ladder leading up to the master's. (My guess is that this was installed as a safety measure in case of a fire, since there were no windows leading outside in the room.)
There was also an old television and some chairs shoved into a corner in this pink room.
Naturally, those of us who had found it decided to have a little fun. Here was the plan: After it had got dark, one by one, we would excuse ourselves to use the restroom, sneak downstairs, turn the TV on and come back. After several minutes had passed someone would inevitably say, "Shh! What's that?"
We did this twice over the course of maybe 90 minutes. Everyone went into the basement together, freaked the fuck out a little bit and then returned to the kitchen. But the third person to go thought she would up the ante by turning the volume up VERY high and then sitting in one of the chairs in front of the TV, wrapped head to toe in a dark blanket.
Maybe one or two folks were scared for an instant by her, but it was just too obvious too quickly that it was our friend and not a TV ghost. It was all for the better because one of the more religious friends was starting to get a liiiittle nervous about "demons" and I think we were feeling bad.
That's my scary prank story!
I rode my bike to work this morning, and in my hurry to get out of the house in good time, I threw a change of clothes in my bag without really looking much at them.
After taking a shower, I saw what I had packed: a burnt-red checkered shirt, and "Nantucket-red" pants. They're not even QUITE the same color; they're just different enough shades to look even weirder than wearing all one color would look.
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