I'm not comfortable tossing out platitudes anymore. I don't believe them, so why would I write them to someone I care about?
I mean, sure, things may turn out to be for the best, but I can't say or write "This is the universe's way of saying..." or "You'll land on your feet." or "It's all for the best." or other things like that because I don't believe them. They may happen, and I can imagine them happening, I hope they happen, but I don't believe they will.
So, I spend my time feeling like a dick because I can't bring myself to write or a simple phrase that may lift a spirit. I feel like a dick because I can't think of anything else to say or write other than an often repeated phrase and I freeze.
Thank goodness so much of my "interaction" with the world is on the interblags which has a nice delay so no one knows that I freeze just because I can't be pleasant in a standard, ordinary way.
Blech.
Friday, March 26, 2010
A Bad Movie
I went and saw Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightening Thief the other day. (Thank goodness for $5 Tuesdays!)
The short: don't see this movie. It's not very good.
I know I'm biased since I enjoy the books, but it's really not good.
It's hard for me to write why I didn't like the movie without going into why I like the book so much. I guess, essentially, they took out most of the stuff that I really enjoyed about the book when they made the movie. They took away the mystery of the camp. They took away Percy's journey of self discovery. They took away his best ally and mixed her character with an antagonist. They made the pettiness of the gods less petty more and epic. They took away the oracle and its prophecies. They took away the gifts from parents. They didn't have blue cookies.
And what they did have wasn't very good. The special effects didn't look good. The creatures didn't look like they were in the world of the film. The camp was there, but it was more of a training ground than a camp/home for the kids. Medusa was boring. Hades's realm looked more like the Christian version of Hell rather than, you know, the misty world of the dead.
There's so much more. I don't want to think about it.
Just don't see the movie. Trust me.
The short: don't see this movie. It's not very good.
I know I'm biased since I enjoy the books, but it's really not good.
It's hard for me to write why I didn't like the movie without going into why I like the book so much. I guess, essentially, they took out most of the stuff that I really enjoyed about the book when they made the movie. They took away the mystery of the camp. They took away Percy's journey of self discovery. They took away his best ally and mixed her character with an antagonist. They made the pettiness of the gods less petty more and epic. They took away the oracle and its prophecies. They took away the gifts from parents. They didn't have blue cookies.
And what they did have wasn't very good. The special effects didn't look good. The creatures didn't look like they were in the world of the film. The camp was there, but it was more of a training ground than a camp/home for the kids. Medusa was boring. Hades's realm looked more like the Christian version of Hell rather than, you know, the misty world of the dead.
There's so much more. I don't want to think about it.
Just don't see the movie. Trust me.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
As the Song Says
I hate the world in the springtime.
I hate when flowers are in bloom.
I hate the world in the springtime when it sunny,
Because the pollen causes pain that ain't so funny.
I hate springtime every moment,
Every moment that it's here.
I hate springtime, why, oh why do I hate springtime?
Because my headache's so severe.
(With apologies to Cole Porter and Frank Sinatra.)
I hate when flowers are in bloom.
I hate the world in the springtime when it sunny,
Because the pollen causes pain that ain't so funny.
I hate springtime every moment,
Every moment that it's here.
I hate springtime, why, oh why do I hate springtime?
Because my headache's so severe.
(With apologies to Cole Porter and Frank Sinatra.)
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
Monday, March 08, 2010
What's This?
They've been speculating about it for a while, but in recent weeks I think the speculation has become much more serious, turning into possibility aiming for probability.
Friends may be moving from where they currently live to somewhere else. Somewhere not close to where they are now.
My first thought when I realized that they may be moving far away wasn't "Good for them." or "I'm going to miss them." or "I wonder what the job possibility is?" or anything like that.
No. My first thought was to wonder how I could turn it to my advantage and I started to crunch numbers in my head. And, I'm going to admit, the advantage and number crunching had nothing to do with the potential places they may move and the possibility of getting to visit a new location and see it with people I enjoy spending time with.
I won't go so far to actually write down the specifics of what I my thought was. I don't want to be thought of as more of a jerk than what just being selfish makes me, you know?
What's worse is that a large part of me would like for my selfish dream to come true. I don't think it will. I doubt it can. But still...
Friends may be moving from where they currently live to somewhere else. Somewhere not close to where they are now.
My first thought when I realized that they may be moving far away wasn't "Good for them." or "I'm going to miss them." or "I wonder what the job possibility is?" or anything like that.
No. My first thought was to wonder how I could turn it to my advantage and I started to crunch numbers in my head. And, I'm going to admit, the advantage and number crunching had nothing to do with the potential places they may move and the possibility of getting to visit a new location and see it with people I enjoy spending time with.
I won't go so far to actually write down the specifics of what I my thought was. I don't want to be thought of as more of a jerk than what just being selfish makes me, you know?
What's worse is that a large part of me would like for my selfish dream to come true. I don't think it will. I doubt it can. But still...
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Office is Not a Reflection of Life
To borrow a phrase, "Il pleut comme vache qui pisse."
Well, not now, but earlier. From my desk, looking out the window, the rain was coming down so hard it looked like fog. Wasn't fog, though, because I could hear it pounding on the roof. Co-workers were gathered at a window mocking the people who were outside.
I think one of my co-workers is going to get fired. (What a transition, right?) This morning he played a joke on TMSV, the one who told that inane story, the one who never shuts up, the one who thinks her business is sometimes (too often) ours and our business is always hers. He took everything on her desk and moved it back to the desk that she was supposed to start using when she was promoted last year. She came in and freaked out, although I didn't hear her since she was in the back and I just don't care. Then she left and never came back.
Since then there have been whispered conversations and phone calls and such. Some people think that the problem is with TMSV because she's quick to threaten action when things don't go her way. (I have no idea if she's actually gone through with it.) Some think that they want to be prepared for Monday when she comes in and starts to throw out threats.
I disagree.
I think GICS may get fired because he's consistently late and calls in sick a lot. (Like he's in the sick day hole by something like 80 hours.) He's a hard worker and gets stuff done, but he's loud and obnoxious and quite often a jerk. He's been in lots of private meetings, although not recently, that ended with many sour faces. I think that by next Friday, he's gone.
I hope, however, that TMSV will be banished to the desk in the back. It's so much more peaceful without her around.
Well, not now, but earlier. From my desk, looking out the window, the rain was coming down so hard it looked like fog. Wasn't fog, though, because I could hear it pounding on the roof. Co-workers were gathered at a window mocking the people who were outside.
I think one of my co-workers is going to get fired. (What a transition, right?) This morning he played a joke on TMSV, the one who told that inane story, the one who never shuts up, the one who thinks her business is sometimes (too often) ours and our business is always hers. He took everything on her desk and moved it back to the desk that she was supposed to start using when she was promoted last year. She came in and freaked out, although I didn't hear her since she was in the back and I just don't care. Then she left and never came back.
Since then there have been whispered conversations and phone calls and such. Some people think that the problem is with TMSV because she's quick to threaten action when things don't go her way. (I have no idea if she's actually gone through with it.) Some think that they want to be prepared for Monday when she comes in and starts to throw out threats.
I disagree.
I think GICS may get fired because he's consistently late and calls in sick a lot. (Like he's in the sick day hole by something like 80 hours.) He's a hard worker and gets stuff done, but he's loud and obnoxious and quite often a jerk. He's been in lots of private meetings, although not recently, that ended with many sour faces. I think that by next Friday, he's gone.
I hope, however, that TMSV will be banished to the desk in the back. It's so much more peaceful without her around.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
On Time, Work, and Idioms
Today has moved surprisingly fast. Time seems to move in large jumps petween the moments I glance at the clock. It probably helps that I don't actually remember doing my work, although my desk is cleaned off, and that TMSV has been away from her desk most of the day and therefore isn't a distraction.
It was nice to be plugging along at whatever I was plugging along at this morning then look into the corner of my main monitor and see that the time was 11:00 AM, thirty minutes before lunch. It was a surprise to get back from lunch and do whatever I did then look down and notice that it was after three.
I truly have no memory of doing my work.
I must have searched and screened and scanned and data entered this morning, but I don't remember doing it.
I don't remember pulling up much to read. I do remember posting on that other blog. I don't remember playing online games. I do remember replying to comments in the last post and on other people's blogs. I don't really remember my lunch hour, but I must have left the office because otherwise I'd have to pee, probably pretty badly. Like a racehorse, I suppose, but since I've never seen a racehorse, or any horse, pee I'm not sure exactly what that mean. Although I suppose it means pee a lot because, I assume, that an animal that much larger than a human has a larger bladder than me and therefore pees a large quantity when it pees.
Where do you think the phase "pee like a racehorse" came from? Do other cultures have a similar phrase?
That's one thing I sometimes wonder about when I watch science fiction. Idioms, I mean. An alien must get really confused when a human says something was "tongue-in-cheek." Even with a translator that can translate one language perfectly into another language, would it recognize the phrase as an idiom and translate it as "humorously" or "jokingly," or would it do a direct translation of the words? Then the alien would be wondering what the human is doing with his (or her) tongue in his (or her) cheek. And isn't it hard to talk with one's tongue in one's cheek. That's assuming the alien even knows what a tongue is!
Thing should work the other way, too. I mean shouldn't aliens be going around saying things like, "Your words are feglaios on a bentomej to me." What the hell does that mean, right? Hell, even if there's some kind of context around it, maybe it's an argument that's gotten personal, does it mean the words are hurtful? Meaningless? Stupid? Unhelpful? Helpful? What?
Huh, I guess my brother's girlfriend, who's from China, has this problem. Well, on occasion. I can't remember it coming up, but she's only been in the US a few years. It was probably worse early on. Wouldn't it suck to have someone make up idioms then you use them...
You know, I bet my brother's done that to her at least once. I would.
It was nice to be plugging along at whatever I was plugging along at this morning then look into the corner of my main monitor and see that the time was 11:00 AM, thirty minutes before lunch. It was a surprise to get back from lunch and do whatever I did then look down and notice that it was after three.
I truly have no memory of doing my work.
I must have searched and screened and scanned and data entered this morning, but I don't remember doing it.
I don't remember pulling up much to read. I do remember posting on that other blog. I don't remember playing online games. I do remember replying to comments in the last post and on other people's blogs. I don't really remember my lunch hour, but I must have left the office because otherwise I'd have to pee, probably pretty badly. Like a racehorse, I suppose, but since I've never seen a racehorse, or any horse, pee I'm not sure exactly what that mean. Although I suppose it means pee a lot because, I assume, that an animal that much larger than a human has a larger bladder than me and therefore pees a large quantity when it pees.
Where do you think the phase "pee like a racehorse" came from? Do other cultures have a similar phrase?
That's one thing I sometimes wonder about when I watch science fiction. Idioms, I mean. An alien must get really confused when a human says something was "tongue-in-cheek." Even with a translator that can translate one language perfectly into another language, would it recognize the phrase as an idiom and translate it as "humorously" or "jokingly," or would it do a direct translation of the words? Then the alien would be wondering what the human is doing with his (or her) tongue in his (or her) cheek. And isn't it hard to talk with one's tongue in one's cheek. That's assuming the alien even knows what a tongue is!
Thing should work the other way, too. I mean shouldn't aliens be going around saying things like, "Your words are feglaios on a bentomej to me." What the hell does that mean, right? Hell, even if there's some kind of context around it, maybe it's an argument that's gotten personal, does it mean the words are hurtful? Meaningless? Stupid? Unhelpful? Helpful? What?
Huh, I guess my brother's girlfriend, who's from China, has this problem. Well, on occasion. I can't remember it coming up, but she's only been in the US a few years. It was probably worse early on. Wouldn't it suck to have someone make up idioms then you use them...
You know, I bet my brother's done that to her at least once. I would.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
So, yeah, we'll see what comes out.
There's snow, again in Texas. I assume Geewits is doin' fine, but is annoyed, since she hasn't posted an omigod-I'm-freaking-out-'cause-of-the-snow post. 'Course, she doesn't seem the type who'd freak out anyway.
I wish there was some snow here.
I know that if I always got a lot of snow I'd probably get sick of it and wish for the day there would be no snow at all, but I don't live there and I'd like some snow. I'd like to take a walk down the street in that brief moment of quiet after the storm. Actually I'd like to be out there during the snowstorm. Not that it matters in the place where I live.
Sometimes I think my brain is atrophying. I don't read nearly as fast as I used to. On occasion, it's hard to think about... things.
Criss, this is being very difficult to write. I set out with no aim and nothin' to say and just go, but nothing much is going to come out. Or wants to come out? Dunno.
In a few recent introspective moments, I've been wondering about souls. What would they be made of? If they're some sort of energy, we wouldn't be able to see them, would we? The only reason we see lightening is because it ionize the air around it creating a flash of plasma, right? Plus, the visible part lasts for only a fraction of a second. (Maybe I'm wrong about that.) What would sustain a soul? Why would a souls create shadows or drop temperatures?
Maybe I've been thinking about this crap because the Discovery Channel has one of those ghost hunter shows. I hate those shows. Okay, so I don't totally HATE those shows, but I HATE the way they use pseudo-science and camera tricks and act like they're doing REAL research. Locking a guy who believes in ghosts in a drawer in an abandoned morgue, in the dark, he's going to end up freaking out or feeling cold or seeing a streak of light; that's not research. Those girls who made all the accusations during the Salem witch trials actually felt cold, their skin felt cold to the touch, does that mean there were witches? Is there a God because there are people out there who say He told them to kill their kids?
GAH! It's just upsetting because once upon a time I could believe the Discovery Channel was actually about science. It's not, though. As much as I like the show, I blame MythBusters. It may have science in it, but science and learnin' isn't the point. Entertainment over information.
'Course, I'm in the minority in that whole thing. I really don't want to believe that the population chooses to be dumb, but it's hard not to.
I wish there was some snow here.
I know that if I always got a lot of snow I'd probably get sick of it and wish for the day there would be no snow at all, but I don't live there and I'd like some snow. I'd like to take a walk down the street in that brief moment of quiet after the storm. Actually I'd like to be out there during the snowstorm. Not that it matters in the place where I live.
Sometimes I think my brain is atrophying. I don't read nearly as fast as I used to. On occasion, it's hard to think about... things.
Criss, this is being very difficult to write. I set out with no aim and nothin' to say and just go, but nothing much is going to come out. Or wants to come out? Dunno.
In a few recent introspective moments, I've been wondering about souls. What would they be made of? If they're some sort of energy, we wouldn't be able to see them, would we? The only reason we see lightening is because it ionize the air around it creating a flash of plasma, right? Plus, the visible part lasts for only a fraction of a second. (Maybe I'm wrong about that.) What would sustain a soul? Why would a souls create shadows or drop temperatures?
Maybe I've been thinking about this crap because the Discovery Channel has one of those ghost hunter shows. I hate those shows. Okay, so I don't totally HATE those shows, but I HATE the way they use pseudo-science and camera tricks and act like they're doing REAL research. Locking a guy who believes in ghosts in a drawer in an abandoned morgue, in the dark, he's going to end up freaking out or feeling cold or seeing a streak of light; that's not research. Those girls who made all the accusations during the Salem witch trials actually felt cold, their skin felt cold to the touch, does that mean there were witches? Is there a God because there are people out there who say He told them to kill their kids?
GAH! It's just upsetting because once upon a time I could believe the Discovery Channel was actually about science. It's not, though. As much as I like the show, I blame MythBusters. It may have science in it, but science and learnin' isn't the point. Entertainment over information.
'Course, I'm in the minority in that whole thing. I really don't want to believe that the population chooses to be dumb, but it's hard not to.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Is this story at all interesting?
It's one a coworker's been telling all day. Feel free to be brutal, if it so inspires you. Name has been changed because that's what I do.
I've heard her tell that story at least four times today to four different people and I don't understand why it was worth telling the first time.
Here's the background: Lulu's a part-time retired secretary. Lulu hasn't been in much for the last month-and-a-half because her judge went in for surgery at the beginning of January.
And that's it!
Is the story worth telling, let alone worth listening to?
GAH!
Last night I ran Lulu at Safeway. There she was with her list and there I was with mine.
(laughs)
I mean, I was pushing pushing my cart around the store and I turned the corner and there she was, hanging over a cart, her list in hand. And there I was with my cart and my list.
(laughs)
I don't even usually go to that Safeway, you know? But the girls were down town getting their nails done and I thought, what the hell, I need to get some shopping done. And there was Lulu. At the Safeway I never use.
(laughs)
I just can't believe I saw Lulu at Safeway. With her list.
(laughs)
I've heard her tell that story at least four times today to four different people and I don't understand why it was worth telling the first time.
Here's the background: Lulu's a part-time retired secretary. Lulu hasn't been in much for the last month-and-a-half because her judge went in for surgery at the beginning of January.
And that's it!
Is the story worth telling, let alone worth listening to?
GAH!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Have You Got the Buzz?
I don't understand Google Buzz. Is it supposed to compete with Twitter? Facebook? What? I don't get it. I don't twit. I don't face. I don't think I want to buzz.
I really wish they had given me some warning before it showed up so I could take steps to not be involved.
Yes, I went and I unbuzzed everyone on my list (sorry if you were one of 'em and it upset you) and then hid the buzz link, but it really shouldn't have shown up at all unless I wanted it there in the first place.
Christ, it sort of reminds me of when Microsoft got a hold of Hotmail and started adding links and scrolls and all sorts of other crap that drove me to Gmail in the first place. What happened to just having a simple, free(ish) e-mail account that didn't try to constantly "lead" me to content that I may be interested in?
Other people may love this kind of shit, getting force fed snippets of information, but I don't.
Fuck you Google for this bullshit. From what I've checked out, you're still the cleanest free e-mail I can get (since I can take steps hide all crap I don't want to use). Let me control my fucking content before it appears. You're not making my interblogs time easier or more fun, you just creating clutter.
And I'm not a fan of clutter fucks.
I really wish they had given me some warning before it showed up so I could take steps to not be involved.
Yes, I went and I unbuzzed everyone on my list (sorry if you were one of 'em and it upset you) and then hid the buzz link, but it really shouldn't have shown up at all unless I wanted it there in the first place.
Christ, it sort of reminds me of when Microsoft got a hold of Hotmail and started adding links and scrolls and all sorts of other crap that drove me to Gmail in the first place. What happened to just having a simple, free(ish) e-mail account that didn't try to constantly "lead" me to content that I may be interested in?
Other people may love this kind of shit, getting force fed snippets of information, but I don't.
Fuck you Google for this bullshit. From what I've checked out, you're still the cleanest free e-mail I can get (since I can take steps hide all crap I don't want to use). Let me control my fucking content before it appears. You're not making my interblogs time easier or more fun, you just creating clutter.
And I'm not a fan of clutter fucks.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
What's in a name? Returns again.
Sometimes I see a name, here at work, that's just screams at me. Today's: Enrique Goldbaum.
There's probably no story behind the name other than his parents like the name Enrique, but still...
There's probably no story behind the name other than his parents like the name Enrique, but still...
Monday, February 08, 2010
On My Mind
Why is it so much easier to figure out all the things you are not as opposed to the things you are?
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
All For Today
Hourly Comicking today.
Hope to have them posted tomorrow morning, 7:45ish, PST, of course.
Hope to have them posted tomorrow morning, 7:45ish, PST, of course.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Movie Meme Thing: The Return Answers!
Original quotes. Hints.
1. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Kristofferson
5. Bubba Ho-tep, JFK
6. Moon, GERTY
8. Juno, Juno
10. Some Like It Hot, Jerry, aka Daphne
14. Alien3, Clemens
15. Majo No Takkyûbin (aka Kiki's Delivery Service), Jiji
16. Jersey Girl, Maya
17. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Judge Turpin
18. Event Horizon, Dr. Weir
20. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace, Jar Jar Binks
Well, that wasn't nearly as fun as last year.
1. Fantastic Mr. Fox, Kristofferson
5. Bubba Ho-tep, JFK
6. Moon, GERTY
8. Juno, Juno
10. Some Like It Hot, Jerry, aka Daphne
14. Alien3, Clemens
15. Majo No Takkyûbin (aka Kiki's Delivery Service), Jiji
16. Jersey Girl, Maya
17. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Judge Turpin
18. Event Horizon, Dr. Weir
20. Star Wars: Episode I - The Phantom Menace, Jar Jar Binks
Well, that wasn't nearly as fun as last year.
I did the math.
Including the unpublished/not deleted drafts, I've posted a little less then 29% of the posts.
Curious.
Also, hint.
Curious.
Also, hint.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Where the jobs at?
She came to work this morning cursing under her breath. On a good day, she travels an hour, over a bridge and through hills, to get to work. She moved to her house 18 months ago when she was hired to be a lead around there. The pay was better and the commute shorter. The job... well, it didn't work out. So, she ended up working here, again.
Her complaints got louder as she got closer to people. Not louder because she was suddenly closer, but louder because the closer she got the more she raised her voice.
"I can't do this no more," she said. "Those god damned people." She shook her head. "I need a different job. I swear, those people are going to kill me." She reached her cubie and stripped off her coat. "I just can't do this no more. I'm gonna march myself into the judge's office and tell him I'm gone." She set her coffee and keys on her desk. "Tell him I can't do this no more." She left her cube. "I'm gonna find me a new job and get the hell away from here." She walked past my cube and into the judge's office. "This place is gonna kill me." She found out the office was empty and went back to her cube. "I think I can't do this no more."
After that, she continued to mumble and grumble for a while, but I couldn't hear anything specific.
Twenty minutes, or so, later, I walked past her cube on my way to the scanner and saw what she was looking at online: eHarmony.
On the way back to my desk: eHarmony.
On my way to the mail area a hour later: one monitor our crappy system, the other eHarmony.
90 seconds ago: one monitor our crappy system, the other eHarmony.
I never thought of eHarmony as a place to look for work. (You know, other than the work involved in dating and other human relationships.)
Her complaints got louder as she got closer to people. Not louder because she was suddenly closer, but louder because the closer she got the more she raised her voice.
"I can't do this no more," she said. "Those god damned people." She shook her head. "I need a different job. I swear, those people are going to kill me." She reached her cubie and stripped off her coat. "I just can't do this no more. I'm gonna march myself into the judge's office and tell him I'm gone." She set her coffee and keys on her desk. "Tell him I can't do this no more." She left her cube. "I'm gonna find me a new job and get the hell away from here." She walked past my cube and into the judge's office. "This place is gonna kill me." She found out the office was empty and went back to her cube. "I think I can't do this no more."
After that, she continued to mumble and grumble for a while, but I couldn't hear anything specific.
Twenty minutes, or so, later, I walked past her cube on my way to the scanner and saw what she was looking at online: eHarmony.
On the way back to my desk: eHarmony.
On my way to the mail area a hour later: one monitor our crappy system, the other eHarmony.
90 seconds ago: one monitor our crappy system, the other eHarmony.
I never thought of eHarmony as a place to look for work. (You know, other than the work involved in dating and other human relationships.)
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
To East or to Err
Been seriously considering not going to Easter this year.
This is the first time, ever, in my life, that it's even occurred to me not to go. I've missed two Easters. The first was missed because I was away at college, with out a means of getting back because the guy would was going to be my ride up had dropped out a week or two before. The second was because my boss, or the assistant boss, I don't remember which, was a horrible bitch and even though I had requested the day off months in advance she still scheduled me for a shift in the middle of the day and of course no one was willing to trade with me because it was fucking Easter!
I know that I've never adequately explained my obsession with Easter here. I know because I checked to see if there was a post that I could point people back to so they'd be reminded of why this is a big deal for me. And, to be honest, I don't want to explain it here, either. So, trust me when I write that it's been an important part of my life for as long as I have been alive.
Which is why I was surprised when, while I was drifting off to sleep a week or so ago, my brain told me that I didn't really want to go this year.
Part of the thought, I think, comes from the fact that WonderCon is that weekend.
Part of it comes from being pretty sure that brothers aren't going to be there.
Part of it comes from Christmas.
Part of it comes from work.
None of them are significant parts. They don't even build to a significant part. But there's enough there that there is doubt.
This is the first time, ever, in my life, that it's even occurred to me not to go. I've missed two Easters. The first was missed because I was away at college, with out a means of getting back because the guy would was going to be my ride up had dropped out a week or two before. The second was because my boss, or the assistant boss, I don't remember which, was a horrible bitch and even though I had requested the day off months in advance she still scheduled me for a shift in the middle of the day and of course no one was willing to trade with me because it was fucking Easter!
I know that I've never adequately explained my obsession with Easter here. I know because I checked to see if there was a post that I could point people back to so they'd be reminded of why this is a big deal for me. And, to be honest, I don't want to explain it here, either. So, trust me when I write that it's been an important part of my life for as long as I have been alive.
Which is why I was surprised when, while I was drifting off to sleep a week or so ago, my brain told me that I didn't really want to go this year.
Part of the thought, I think, comes from the fact that WonderCon is that weekend.
Part of it comes from being pretty sure that brothers aren't going to be there.
Part of it comes from Christmas.
Part of it comes from work.
None of them are significant parts. They don't even build to a significant part. But there's enough there that there is doubt.
Movie Meme Thing: The Return Hints
Link to the quotes.
1. Dahl
5. JFK in a wheel chair.
6. Emoticon'd Hal
8. Not Alaska
10. "Nobody's perfect." is the final line.
14. Most people think the one before this one is the best. I disagree.
15. Sweet Anime
16. No Bob
17. River of blood
18. Really wanted to be Hellraiser
20. The crappiest of the crappy ones.
1. Dahl
5. JFK in a wheel chair.
6. Emoticon'd Hal
8. Not Alaska
10. "Nobody's perfect." is the final line.
14. Most people think the one before this one is the best. I disagree.
15. Sweet Anime
16. No Bob
17. River of blood
18. Really wanted to be Hellraiser
20. The crappiest of the crappy ones.
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