Monday, December 31, 2001
This week’s installment of “Blogger Insider”
Queries courtesy of the entertaining Michele
1. You're sitting on the see-saw of life. Are you
sitting to the left, to the right or somewhere in the
Hmmmmmmm… I’m probably sitting to the left of the playground, reading. Ideologically, though, I’d definitely be to the left. And personally, I’m probably somewhere in the middle, since I try too hard to be a people-pleaser a lot of the time.
2. Can graphic novels be considered literature?
I’d like to think so. Certainly, the predominant genre in comic books (super-hero comics) probably couldn’t, despite having attained pop culture status. But there is some material outside that realm that is certainly as good as a lot of literature I’ve read. Do you
prefer to read your comics one issue at a time or wait
for the collected editions to come out?
It really depends. Some things read well in small installments, while others (notably Jeff Smith’s “Bone”) stand better in a collected format. (I know, that
was two questions for the price of one)
Yeah. But what are you gonna do?
3. Ralph Wiggum: idiot savant or just plain idiot?
Sadly, just a plain idiot. But idiots have their place in our comic utopia.
4. Did you and your twin brother ever plot evil world
destruction using just mental telepathy?
Nope. Just plotted to take over the playground and transform it into a giant “Star Trek” set.
5. You called yourself a toy junkie. What kind of toys
do you have the most of?
Either my “Where the Wild Things Are” toys or the figures based on the “Bone” comic book series. Did you ever talk to your
Of course. They just don’t talk back. Within the past year?
Nope. Just my little yellow stuffed monkey.
6. Have you ever eaten a tofu turkey? Please describe
the experience if you have.
I’ve actually had tofu turkey for a number of years. The experience varies by the kind of product and where I’ve gotten it. There are some good ones that are rather tasty and others that are more like rubber with essence of turkey. The best I’ve had was from a New York restaurant (Kate’s Corner) on Thanksgiving 2000, I think.
7. What are you studying as a grad student?
Child clinical psychology/neuropsychology, with the goal of getting my Ph.D. and doing work with people with disabilities. How close
are you to attaining your educational goal?
Ha. Years away. I’m in the second year of the program, and I still have to collect my master’s data and write it up, finish my coursework, propose and complete my dissertation, and complete a one-year internship.
8. We decide to trade mp3s of our most listened to
song of 2001. What do you send me?
Probably “A Song with No Words”, by Burning Airlines. Either that or the Gorillaz’ “Clint Eastwood”.
9. Do you feel that Douglas Coupland's later books
lacked the irony and surrealism of his earlier works?
I don’t know, honestly. I know I haven’t been able to get as into them. But I think it may just relate to the material rather than any change in his narrative. I found “Shampoo Planet” difficult for the same reason “Girlfriend in a Coma” was tough, for example.
10. You are the casting director of the movie being
made of Neil Gaiman's "American Gods." Cast the leads
for me, please.
I’m gonna have to plead the fifth here. A friend lent me the back some time ago and I could never get far enough into it to even know who any of the characters were.
And, not to be a partypooper, but...
, if you want a little sobering perspective on the bombing in Afghanistan. Not that I know what to make of it either, really, but it's more than a little disturbing if it's true.
And about today
I'm not really sure what it holds for me. I've been invited to any number of shindigs and don't feel very strongly about any of them. I just know that, despite being sick, I want to be out somewhere. I just hope I don't regret it.
I may also go see "Monsters, Inc.", finally.
And, if I'm feeling energetic, I may steal the idea from Lestah
of posting some "Best of"s later. You really should check out his lists, too, by the way.
And about yesterday
So John met me and Kristen and Jonathan for "The Royal Tenenbaums", having consumed any number of Jack and cokes, and proceeded to make an ass of himself again. But at least K. was cooler about it, especially by the time we had dinner (good spicy Thai food).
And I'm pleased to say that "Tenenbaums" didn't disappoint. It's a bit off-putting at times, with its uneasy blend of pathos and quirky humor, but it sneaks up on you like a sucker punch. By the end, I was alternately chuckling and trying not to be misty-eyed. And that's all I'll reveal about it.
Oh, and John and I watched "Chopper" after dinner, which was notable for a good performance by future Bruce Banner Eric Bana, but disjointed and very disturbing.
Ahhhhhhhh, nothing like nightmares
So I was finally convinced that this "I'm-coming-on-make-room" cold was indeed here last night and took some Nyquil. The result, when mixed with general fatigue, the movies I saw yesterday, and unprocessed holiday thoughts, was a pretty interesting night of slumbering heavily, until a night mare would wake me up, then falling exhaustedly back to sleep, only to repeat the cycle.
Needless to say, I'm not that well-rested at present. Hopefully, good strong black coffee, orange juice, Quaker toasted oat cereal with rice milk, and some Burning Airlines drifting out of the cd player will help.
Sunday, December 30, 2001
My friends are babies (I swear)
So John and I were over at Tom and Rachel's, discussing breakfast plans, when John made a smart-assed comment about Sarah, Luis's ex-girlfriend. Said comment had more to do with John's sick fascination with his friends' girlfriends and the fact that Sarah didn't dig him that way than any sort of sexism. But Rachel completely blew up about it and decided that she wasn't going to breakfast after all, thereby defeating the point she would have wanted to make. And John proceeded to bitch about it throughout breakfast, rather than reflecting on why Rachel was upset.
At least there were any number of good things this morning, including a spinach and feta omelet, the purchase of belated Christmas presents for Tabatha and Tabitha, a new issue of "King-Cat Comics & Stories", and some new music (The Refused, Burning Airlines, and Rival Schools). And tonight there will be good friends, "The Royal Tenenbaums", and dinner.
A couple omissions
I also got "duck on bike" (a cool tin wind-up toy) and a framed album cover.
Oh, and the results of the last poll
There wasn't a single vote to suggest that posting your list of Christmas bounty was in poor taste. So here's a partial list of what I got (I still have some money, so I have more to buy):
Several Sebadoh albums (two on tape, one on cd)
"The Compleat Moonshadow" (a pretty spiffy graphic novel by J.M. DeMatteis and Jon Muth)
"Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates" by Tom Robbins (thanks, Sherri
"Shopgirl" by Steve Martin
"God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian" by Kurt Vonnegut
The first three "Harry Potter" books in trade paperback
"Chasing Amy" (VHS)
several pairs of thermal socks
Three calendars (a pop art one for home, an Edward Gorey one for the office, and a daily "Onion"
headlines one for my desk)
The desk reference for the diagnostic guidelines for the DSMIV-TR
The new APA publication manual
a pair of cords
5 sweaters (I think people are trying to tell me I'm a bad dresser)
So a new poll is up
I'm still rethinking the re-do on the blog, and I'm pondering my blogging options.
And I'm not sure what's up with New Year's
The girl will be on her way back from Texas, so I can't spend it with her. I got invited to hang out with some of the other grad students, but that sounds a little inbred, and such functions usually aren't all that exciting. Tom and Rachel invited me to accompany them to some fetish affair (Rachel being the one who wants to go and Tom wanting to go just because he can't stand the thought of her having fun without him, even though they've been broken up for over a year), and then tried to ignore my derisive snort. My evil twin can't make it out here for the day. And my best option looks like a repeat of last year, with me and John taking the light rail to LoDo and making a go of it in the area.
I believe it consists of being mellow today, seeing some mellow friends, viewing "The Royal Tenebaums" (finally!), staying warm, and trying to avoid getting sick (although I feel it creeping up on me).
Okay folks, let's be clear here...
The poll below is not a knock on anyone (although it seems it looks like another snub at Aimee
. Seems I can't do anything right where she's concerned, although I can compare notes with you on "Shopgirl", Ms. Hall). Instead, it was a purely interested, self-conscious question on my part, after I was told by a friend that talking about what I
got for Christmas was snotty and self-absorbed.
Saturday, December 29, 2001
Okay, the new poll is up
But somehow, that's all the real blogging energy I have for today.
I'll get back into the swing of posting soon, I promise. It's just that I'm enjoying being a voyeur right now, rather than a participant.
Ahhhhhhh, God bless him...
Yes, as usual, the enigmatic Mr. Byun
puts me to shame. He truly is a bastard that way...
Hey, I got more drunk than I thought I would last night.
Friday, December 28, 2001
A Very Skattie Christmasa true story
Christmas Eve, Kandahar. Skattie tried not to shiver as he stood in the bitter cold of the Afghan winter, the muzzles of a dozen Taliban AK-47s trained on him and the Cub Scout troop huddled behind him. The group of gunmen parted to reveal a tall, thin man, who approached them with an enigmatic smile. Skattie recognized him at once -- OSAMA BIN LADEN!
Osama walked up to Skattie and brandished an ugly curved knife that glinted in the cold light. "American pigs," Osama snarled, "you shall pay for your sins against Islam -- with your very lives!"
The knife flashed in Osama's hand as he pulled it back for the killing blow. Suddenly, it was flying end-over-end through the air, where it buried itself in the black heart of a Taliban warrior!
"What!" Osama snarled.
Skattie lowered his foot from where he had swiftly kicked the knife out of Osama's hand. "Nice try, Osama," Skattie grinned, "now we're even!"
There was a rustle as a dozen AK-47s were raised to point straight at Skattie's head. "Come on, Osama," Skattie snapped. "Let's fight like men!" Osama raised a warning hand, and the soldiers lowered their rifles.
"Very well, American scum!" Osama cried, and launched himself at Skattie like a cat dropped into a bathtub.
Skattie became a blur, moving faster than the human eye could see! He aimed a lightning-fast kick at the airborne Osama, deflecting his trajectory and sending him crashing into a nearby sod hut.
Osama rose, his perpetually mild face now reddened and twisted in rage. "KILL HIM!!!" Osama ordered. The Taliban soldiers raised their guns. The Cub Scouts screamed in terror.
Suddenly a voice behind them boomed, "Not so fast...OSAMA!" Everyone turned to look at the newcomer. It was Eddie Van Halen!
"Say hi to Allah for me, dirtbag!" Eddie yelled, and struck a massive chord on his electric guitar that instantly killed Osama with a lethal blast of rock & roll!
Skattie ran over and shook Eddie's hand. "Thanks man!" Skattie said. "That was even better than your concert at Red Rocks in '82!"
"Just rockin' out for the US of A," Eddie replied, and launched into a killer rendition of "Eruption" as the sun set over the mountains of Afghanistan.
With your permission
I'm going to wait a couple more days to regroup before detailing my Christmas adventures. Not that they're all that
exciting, but I'm still re-acclimating to Denver (Yes! No more dry skin!), and trying to catch up with some stuff.
I went out shopping for Playstation 2 games with John last night and discovered that he's actually worse at videogames than I am, which was delightful. For me.
And I woke up with an enormous headache.
I'm gonna put up a new poll, by the way. I guess you do want comments. Now it's just a matter of figuring out how to do that, as well as a complete makeover for the blog.
And in other shocking news
I have a cut across the bridge of my nose. I have no idea how it got there.
When I say stunned, what I mean is...
I was pleasantly surprised. I mean, I knew that the blog was in good hands when I flew out (although I forgot to invite Aimee
, which it appears I will never live down). But it's almost bad, since everybody was so entertaining. And now I feel like there are standars I have to live up to, which I might not be able to satisfy.
So thank you, my lovely and talented guest hosts (Tab
, and the invisible Mr. Byun
Thursday, December 27, 2001
Hi Scott, welcome back. Were you stunned in a good way or in a bad way by what we wrote? And sorry about that beer spill in the archives -- Susan and I got a little tipsy and I accidentally knocked it over.
So I'm back
After a whirlwind trip which just seemed to get more frantic as the time remaining dwindled and people got desperate to see me, I'm pretty doggone tired. If you check out the wishlist, you may see what friends, family, and some well-wishers got me.
Did I mention I'm exhausted? I caught the red-eye out to Denver this morning, where it's actually warmer than Salt Lake (I feel like I'm warm for the first time in days), unpacked my stuff, and have been running around madly, trying to complete some little tasks, instead of doing the smart thing and napping.
Oh, I'll detail the trip later. It wasn't that
exciting, but it's good for some babbling, eventually..
Thanks to my guest hosts, by the way. I hadn't even looked at the blog for a few days and was pretty stunned when I saw what y'all were doing. At least there were no messes to clean up. That I've discovered, anyway.
Tuesday, December 25, 2001
Friggin' sh*thead hackers
Um, yeah. If you're gonna hack Blogger and post everywhere, make sure you have something worth saying, okay?
Sunday, December 23, 2001
Hmm, if you're right, Keith, flying to Philly with my family is going to be even more awkward than previously projected. Ugh. No wonder I hate traveling with my parents! Now, were I traveling alone and going through the metal detectors with a tour group of blind-but-handsome male models, I might be able to get over the temporary inconvienence of the process.
Logan Airport here in Boston is now making passengers take off their shoes so they can put them through the X-ray machines. Just thought I'd share that. Soon, we'll all be walking through the metal detectors naked while our clothes are being scanned.
Happy Birthday Tab! Enjoy those combo holiday/birthday gifts! And Happy Unbirthday to everyone else!
I've been trying not to pay too much attention to the news lately, but this story
about the guy with the explosives in his shoes is pretty intense. It also confirms my theory that airports only provide the illusion of security. Hopefully my next flight to Miami won't be as eventful as this one!
(note to other posters: if your name isn't showing up on the posts, you need to add a nickname to your profile, under "team" in edit mode)
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Happy Birthday, NYTab! I figured you'd come here, so I could leave you a birthday greeting. Welcome to yet another year; it's better than the alternative!
Meredith says I have to do this. Keith already knows about my blaming of others for things I do myself. Today the blame falls on: Meredith. Hi Scott. How have you been? Well I hope. Too bad you can't make it to my party as you are thousands of miles away. When are you coming to Chicago? Meredith says there's some conference in August. Come, on. Travel. See the bright lights. Experience the humidity. Have awkward experiences meeting your internet friends in real life.
His book is getting rave reviews in Iraq (big surprise there), and is selling like hotcakes at the price of only $2. A bargain, but not too much of a bargain considering it consists of the same kind of propaganda they're getting bombarded with daily for free over there.
I can think of few things more fun than this:Fruitcakes Face Machine-Gun Fire
! "Pummeling a pair of target fruitcakes with two M-11 fully automatic submachine guns resulted in only minor damage." Amazing.
Saturday, December 22, 2001
Yo. I'm crashin' this party.
*starts shaking up the whippits*
Friday, December 21, 2001
|The other day, while Scott was busy making me tea--as he knows how fond of tea I am--I was poking through his photo album, much as my dear friend Susan (below) was, and I happened to stumble upon this photo of Noam Chomsky, not only a world reknown linguist/psychologist"ish"/political pundant, but also it would seem a good friend of Scotts.
Scott--you never cease to amaze me.
I think I've figured out why he asked us to blog for him: he lacks blogger notes, thus, has no way to confirm his existance. A-ha!!! I have figured you out, you person you!
So Scott is back home in Salt Lake City, reminiscing about the good old days. Those days as a Reagan-era disenchanted youth, doing LSD and partying and pissing away every educational opportunity presented so he won't look like a poseur. Luckily for our Skattieboy, he learned that it's easier to fight the system from within, and now he crusades for justice for the mentally ill. May he have a happy Christmas, listening to the Clash and frosting holiday sugar cookies.
Since Everyone Else Titles His/Her Entry, So Must I -OR- A Tribute to Utah
Hi - Meredith here.
Scott, in his infinite wisdom or perhaps his infinite procrastination, sent out these lovely invites. Now, we can do his blogging for him while he's out in Utah, going through caffeine withdraw and wearing strange underwear. Did you know that the Tabernacle was built without nails? Or so I was told when I was last in Salt Lake City. Actually, it was the first and only time I was in Salt Lake City, a pretty place but I was freaked out. We ( I was with this touring singing group of teenagers. We were on our "west coast" tour and were headed towards that armpit of America: LA) were staying with this family (a huge family in my opinion, but we Lutherans tend to have small families), and when they found out that my mom was a minister, one of the children actually gasped and edged away from me. I was a little sensitive after that.
Did you know that only the faithful can go into the temple part of the Tabernacle? It's kinda like Mecca, isn't it? I wonder if the same thing goes to the whole Papal City, or whatever it's called, in Italy. How do they know if you're faithful? How do you know if you're faithful? If you're really faithful, do you question your faithfulness and would you then not go to the temple? If so, then how would you become faithful if you couldn't worship in the temple?
Oh, my head hurts. So full of questions this Friday afternoon am I.
The First Obligatory Comics-Related Post
After thirteen years in limbo, tentative steps are being taken toward a film based on Alan Moore
and Dave Gibbons' seminal superhero deconstruction Watchmen
. Sadly, Terry Giliam is no longer associated with the project, but David Hayter, screenwriter for the X-Men
film, has been paid a million bucks for a draft. Here is a history
of the project; a similar summary and thoughtful analysis of the film's prospects is here
; and you can find the original draft of the 1988 screenplay here
. For me, an interesting take is this interview
with Darren Aronofsky (director of Pi
and Requiem for a Dream
) about the feasibility of such a project, and what makes the story so compelling.
Do not attempt to adjust the blog. We control the content. We control the hyperlinks.
Picture a man going on a journey beyond words and HTML tags. He's left rationality. He's entered... The Blogger Zone.
[humming "Do the Hustle" by Van McCoy]
I'll be leaving shortly
I sent out some invites for guest bloggers, so don't be altogether surprised if you see some strangers (?) posting. And I'll be around.
Oh, and "Fellowship" rocks.
Thursday, December 20, 2001
Going to see "Fellowship" tonight
So that'll make it two nights in a row, since I'm seeing it Friday, too.
Heading out to Salt Lake in the morning, so I'll see some of you then, and I'll be back and blogging in a couple days (I suspect).
That day-after drinking creepy-crawly feeling
I know you know what I'm talking about... The way your whole body feels a little off, like your body thermostat is turned up about 7-10 degrees too high, and you feel very uncoordinated, and your tongue feels like it's been sand-blasted.
Maybe it's the hangover, but...
The hilariously mispronounced Spanish on the Clash's "Spanish Bombs" is really making me chuckle.
Blogging things in my head:
Adding Quick Topic
to this hyar blog for comments (thanks for the idea, Dylan
Moving over to Live Journal
instead of Blogger
Hiring a ghostwriter, since my posts have been so lame of late.
On the list of stuff to watch over the break
Still need to see "Fellowship of the Ring" a couple times (maybe for the first time tonight), and view "Monsters, Inc.", "Harry Potter", and "The Royal Tenenbaums".
Perhaps I'm just jaded, but some of the other stuff that's coming out with Oscar buzz just seems so tired, unoriginal, and copycat-ish. Maybe "The Shipping News" will surprise, though.
"Dogma" is a good film when you don't follow the drinking rules the night before you have to get up early to start a neuropsych assessment.
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
Kevin Smith drinking games
I watched "Dogma"
on DVD tonight. It was better than I remembered.
So, just for my curiosity
I installed a poll down below.
Not that this is a democracy or anything, but I'm wondering whether it's worth investing time to find a method for installing a "comments" system again. Take a second and vote to let me know, okay?
Maybe it's just because I'm focused, but...
I really can't think of much to say. I have an intake interview this morning, which means I have to be somewhat sharp, so I can get all the information I need out of the interview (which basically consists of me interviewing the parent about the child's past history and symptoms, so we can decide what sort of assessment procedures to use).
And I'm also thinking about other things, like packing for my trip.
So I may be moving just after New Year's. But we'll see. It would be a good thing, I think.
Why do people always want to hang out and do expensive stuff like going to dinner when you're at your most broke, I wonder?
And is it wrong to tell a white lie or two when you really don't feel like staying out late to watch "Au Revoir, Les Enfants"
? I don't think so.
I traded in some cds and got a couple Clash albums yesterday, by the way. And yes, they are pretty damned cool.
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
Sometimes I swear toy manufacturers are geeks, too
Check this shit
out and tell me you don't chuckle. I've gotta have Mr. Pink.
A lot to do and not much time
I still have some errands to complete, and I'm starting two assessments, all before I head out for a brief holiday trip home. And when I return, I have to review folders for faculty applicants, work on my fellowship application, and do more assessment stuff.
But I'm still feeling somewhat unburdened and excited to see friends and family.
A small victory
I don't know how familiar y'all are with the Mumia Abu-Jamal case, but this
is good news for the holidays. It's not everything, but it's still something.
The calm before the storm
So today is sort a breather day. I managed to send off most of my holiday greetings yesterday and really don't have too much on the docket. I'm gonna go trade in some cds and do a couple errands to make tomorrow and the next day easier (since I'll be working on assessments both days and then leave for Salt Lake Friday) and just try to relax. Maybe finish reading "Abe" and pick "White Teeth" back up (and I only put it down to read "Harry Potter"), and get a head start on packing...
Going over to the local bar and playing more pool and "Golden Tee" was probably not the wisest way to spend the latter part of my evening. After all, my clothes and hair smelled like a chimney after, necessitating a quick shower just to be able to go to sleep unoffended.
But, at the time, it was a pretty pleasant way to blow time, drinking decent beer and getting my ass stomped (despite the fact that I was actually playing pretty decently at pool).
Have I mentioned that the Posies rule lately?
I'm pretty sure I have.
So I'm digging the hell out of that "Abe" graphic novel
This quote is a good illustration of just why: "He's the perfect politician - he never listens to anyone else and pushes through his own policies completely blind to the consequences!"
Um, you can draw your own inferences there.
Monday, December 17, 2001
Really, I'm stunned
But I got a ton of stuff done today and this afternoon.
Maybe it was just that I'm not ambitious, but I managed to cross off any number of things off my "to do" list. And I feel good about it.
So yesterday was pretty mellow
I hung out with John most of the day, going to get breakfast at this Irish pub (they didn't really have any non-meat breakfasts for me, so I had to go with something else off the lunch menu. And I was tempted to have a Guinness, but beer at 11 AM is just a little too alcoholic for me), watching football, and finally taking my shower after he left (5 PM, so he could go get ready for a date, which seems weird to be saying about the guy).
I pondered sending out e-Christmas cards, since I have a long list of recipients, but I'm putting it off until tonight or tomorrow (and Sherri
, I need your e-mail address!).
Instead, I went through my cds, deciding on some ones to be traded at the nearby cd store, watched some TV (including taped "Curb Your Enthusiasm", thanks to my brother, which had me alternately laughing and squirming), read, and turned in early, forgetting about the "ER" repeat.
It's kind of odd
I've actually slept a decent amount the last two nights, and it's like I wake up more disoriented than when I only get to or three hours' worth of sleep. I don't get it. I put the coffee pot on with no grounds, I signed into the internet twice, I left the bathroom sink running...
Maybe it just needed a few listenings...?
Am finally starting to dig that Rival Schools cd. And the latest Guided by Voices is pretty spiffy, too.
Sunday, December 16, 2001
I never know whether to trust these things
I guess we’ll see…
With Mercury now moving into the section of your chart associated with rest and retreat, you may feel like detaching yourself from the hurly-burly of the holiday preparations and taking some kind of well-deserved break. Even though you may be in the midst of the proceedings, somehow you will manage to stand back and allow others to get on with all the organizing, present wrapping, and card writing, whilst you pursue your own thoughts. With Mercury opposing Jupiter during the week, watch that you don't overindulge at the office party, or do something that you may regret at the start of the new year. As Venus is in sextile to Uranus, you will be feeling flirtatious and extremely friendly, but otherwise not too interested in taking things deeper. If you are in a permanent relationship, you may even decide to get away for some "space" before you are bombarded by relatives and family. As everything is very delicately balanced over the coming days, it won't help to get impatient and try to force the pace. Easy does it; you'll get much more done by hurrying slowly. You are still inclined to socialize, but some of the fizz has now gone out it, and the pace has dropped.
Sometimes you really have to love Amazon…
So I looked up “Girl on the Bridge” at Amazon, and they’re selling it for a ridiculous price (around $ 80), when I saw it a used copy of it (widescreen, no less) at the evil corporation for $ 7.
Yes, I did
stay up to watch the “ER” repeat”, by the way.
So I spent time with Tom and Rachel yesterday, and it was kind of nice, if a bit irritating at times. There was a lot of give and take, as far as either me or Tom getting an errand done here and there, and a long lull that was pretty boring. But then we went off to get good, cheap Mexican food (even if it turned into an epic journey because he wouldn’t listen to my directions).
The evening ended on sort of a downer, though, as he expected me to pay for videos they were renting, despite the fact that he knows I’m poor and the fact that he’s mooched off me more times than I care to recount. I put my foot down, though. And it snowed heavily, so I had to come home and couldn’t even watch the videos, anyway.
What the f*** is wrong with some people?
first thing in the morning is probably not the best way to inspire faith in humanity, is it? I didn’t think so.
I went almost 36 hours without taking a shower. Ask me how gross I felt…
Saturday, December 15, 2001
What I'd really like for Christmas this year
Not a lot
of money, but enough to pay for presents for all my loved ones and friends far and near (and if I miss you this year with a gift, please forgive me. I really would love to reward some of you for your kind thoughts and gestures, but the resources just aren't there. *sigh*
Time enough to really get a breather from school and spend time with all the people I'd like to spend time with.
An opportunity to see the Kades, and Kurt, and Peter, and little Tabby.
A successful fellowship application.
Some kind of sanity in the world, from the various factions and world leaders.
To see her again soon.
Yes, I'm aware that I'm a sap.
I must be a little nutso
Because I really don't mind "Digimon".
I've decided that when I'm putting well on "Golden Tee", I'm doomed to lose. But when my putting touch is not so golden, I win. Odd.
I'm still looking for the ideal mix on a bar jukebox, by the way.
Bye bye, comments. Bye bye.
Friday, December 14, 2001
Well, that was an abysmal failure
I suppose I'm doomed to be sans comments.
So I went ahead and installed ReBlogger again
Don't know if it's a long-term thing or not.
D-day for the re-design is Jan. 1st, I think. If anybody is willing to help out, I'd appreciate it. Just drop me a line. I'm still pondering the other changes, too, by the way.
And just because I feel like sharing
I'm still digging "White Teeth".
And the Posies were/are really, really good.
That was odd
I wasn't aware of being so drained, so utterly spent, because I don't think I really did that much last night. I talked to some friends on the phone, did a little more work (the good news is that we're caught up with data entry on this side research project, which is completely amazing), watched "The Tick" (I'm enjoying the hell out of it, by the way) and "ER", caught the "Spider-Man"
trailer (which has me excited as hell again), read a little bit (some of Glenn Dakin's odd little "Abe: Wrong for All the Right Reasons"
), and then turned in.
And, somehow, I slept through the whole night, not waking at all. Like the proverbial log.
Thursday, December 13, 2001
So it looks like the comments aren't working
I took 'em down. We'll see if I feel like putting a new system up.
And I'm still mulling over the redesign.
So today kind of sucked
I found out I'll be keeping my lame ass busy every day until I leave for my short Christmas trip home, since I have two assessments starting, and we're going to be hiring a new faculty member. So I have to review all the applicant folders.
On top of that, I'm working on my master's and a side project, trying to put together a fellowship application, and working on data entry for another project.
And I didn't even get to say goodbye to the girl before she went home for the holidays. I was supposed to drop her off this morning, and things just seemed to be jinxed.
My brother rules, by the way
Just thought you should know.
All that and talent, too
Courtesy of E! Online News:
Winona Ryder Busted for Shoplifting
Reality bites, indeed: Actress Winona Ryder has been arrested for allegedly shoplifting items from a Saks Fifth Avenue in Beverly Hills.
The 30-year-old star of Girl, Interrupted (and, yes, Reality Bites) was picked up by Beverly Hills police at around 7 p.m. Wednesday after security guards at the Wilshire Boulevard store purportedly nabbed her during a five-finger shopping spree.
Ryder was arrested and booked on charges of grand theft and possessing pharmaceutical drugs without a prescription. (It's not known exactly what kind of drugs or Saks merchandise she was allegedly caught with.) The actress was released from custody just after 11:30 p.m., after posting $20,000 bail.
Despite the criminal run-in, Beverly Hill cops described Ryder as "very friendly, polite, cooperative" and "a nice lady." (Even behind bars, she's just too cute!)
Reps for Ryder declined comment Thursday afternoon, pending a statement from the actress. She's due to be arraigned January 11 in Beverly Hills Superior Court.
Lately, the elfin starlet has been better known for her rotating list of rock star boyfriends than recent film roles. While she's never had a problem picking out musical talent (beaus have included Beck, Ryan Adams, Dave Pirner of Soul Asylum and the not-quite-musical Matt Damon), the actress has had a little less luck with big-screen choices like Autumn in New York and Lost Souls.
Her film credits include 1988's Beetlejuice, The Age of Innocence and Little Women (which scored her back-to-back Oscar nominations in 1994 and '95) and Alien Resurrection. She also executive produced and starred inGirl, Interrupted, which helped launch costar Angelina Jolie from pouty-lipped unknown to Oscar-winning A-lister.
Of course, you'd think that if Ryder had learned anything from her Reality Bites role, it would be that the best way to score free stuff is by using your father's gas station credit card. But we digress.
Wednesday, December 12, 2001
And again there was great rejoicing...
is back. Go celebrate her return to acerbic form, I beg you.
The latest round of question and answer
This week's installment of "Blogger Insider"
questions courtesy of Elizabeth
. I just wish the questions I asked her weren’t so horribly lame, but c’est la vie, I suppose…
1. Is that black graphic a bed? Nope. A couch.
Why? Because it sort of fits the “Freud” motif. Blame it on my friend Meredith, who was kind enough to do the work on the template.
2. What does "Freudian Slop" mean, and why did you pick it for the name of your blog? Well, it’s a not very funny pun (“slop” rather than “slip”, to refer to my rambling nature) for one thing, and it relates to my chosen area of interest, clinical psychology. I don’t know if that makes sense, though.
3. How long have you been blogging, and why did you start blogging in the first place? Since March 2001. This is actually my second blog, and I originally started after prodding from Tab. It began as a way to kind of put my thoughts out there, but the intent has sort of changed since I started. I’m still trying to find a happy medium.
4. How do you celebrate the holidays? By spending time with friends, family, and loved ones. I’m not really secular, but still celebrate Christmas, mostly as a way to show that I still love and care about people close to me.
5. Who's little Tabby, and what's wrong with him/her? She’s my darling ex-girlfriend, one of the most beautiful, kind, caring, and incredible people I’ve ever known. She’s been going through some hard times of late, but the wish for luck is so something good she wants to happen may happen. I’d say more, but I don’t want to jinx it..
6. Why do you like spicy foods? They make my mouth burn, and I don't like that. What is good about burning your tongue? (hey, I have no idea what to ask, so please deal with my stupid questions *smiles*) Maybe it’s masochism. I really don’t know, except that I’ve acquired a taste for foods hot enough to scorch my tongue and unsettle my stomach for days. There’s something almost druglike in that rush of oral pain.
7. What are your favorite comic books, and why? "Acme Novelty Library”, “Berlin”, "Bone", "King-Cat Comics", “Dork”, "Strangehaven", "JetCat Clubhouse", and “New X-Men”. Honestly, I like the potential power of the medium, and the first 7 are good examples of comic books that aren’t just for adolescent boys. And the latter just fascinates me, since the writer seems hellbent on turning that title into something strange.
8. Who is your favorite character from THE SIMPSONS, and can you identify with him/her? Either Comic Book Guy or Professor John Frink. And sadly, I can identify with both.
9. It's Friday night, there's nothing to do, you have no money, you have no car, you have no computer. All you can do is read or watch TV. What do you do? Call my friends first, and if they’re not available, I might choose to do either, depending on my mood
10. Who is your role model? Dr. Oliver Sacks. I find his compassion and eccentricity endlessly charming, and I hope to be as capable and esteemed as he is one day.
11. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?Perry Mason.
What did you become? Who says I’ve grown up? Uh, actually, I would like to be a clinical neuropsychologist.
12. If you could travel anywhere in the world for one week, where would you go? Oo… Probably Paris, since I’ve never been. I’m dying to visit Ireland and London, too. And I know I’ll be back in New York one day.
13. Flying monkeys- scary, cute, ugly, or funny? Funny and scary, kind of like clowns.
14. Do you prefer cats or dogs? Why? Dogs. I just like their personalities a lot more, and I’m less allergic to them.
15. How many M&Ms are there in each bag? (I don't know, so check with the company to check your answer) Before or after consumption? I really have no idea, but I’d guess around 55.
So that kind of sucked
Staying up until way too late, trying to finish reading "Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone" so we could go see it last night, only to have her car go in for a repair. So we couldn't make it. And she's leaving Tursday morning and has to get her stuff together tonight, so chances are we won't be able to make it tonight, either.
So much for planning.
I've got a secret
I kind of like the snow. When I'm not slipping and sliding in it or freezing my butt off, that is.
There's just something so peaceful and mellow when it falls, though. Silent, almost pretty and graceful little fluttering flakes, or even big deluges of fat crystals. Feeling my feet crunch on the sidewalk, and seeing it pile up on the grass.
Tuesday, December 11, 2001
I know I said it below, but all y'all really are incredibly kind to this whiny ol' me. Thanks.
And keep your fingers crossed for little Tabby, while you're spreading the good thoughts, okay?
Monday, December 10, 2001
I could REALLY use a hug right about now...
Saturday, December 08, 2001
"I'm not dead yet..."
So I've been posting stuff over at Flowerhead
while Susan's gone on vacation. You should be reading her blog, anyway, if you're not.
Thursday, December 06, 2001
And just so you know
I'm not planning to retire the blog. Just change it.
I've gotten bored with the whining format and want to make it a bit more creative. Maybe post some reviews, some fiction, more links, and restructure the way I write my personal entries. So that's why I'm taking the break. To come back at it a different way.
More Blogger Insider
By the luck of the draw, I'm back up this week, which kind of defeats the purpose of taking a break, right?
Here are the questions (courtesy of Keith
) and my responses:
1. Which is better, "Evil Dead" or "Evil Dead 2"? Definitely the latter. That's not to bag on the original, which is (I think) underrated), but the second is just much better done in every respect. The real debate comes when you ask about the difference between "Evil Dead 2" and "Army of Darkness"...
2. Stem cell research: yea or nay, and why? A very qualified yea. There's too much opportunity to exploit something that's morally ambiguous here, but the potential for good is just enormous. As long as there are adequate protections in place to keep folks from just doing careless research, then the answer is definitely yes.
3. What's the best place you've ever lived? My first apartment in Denver. But, honestly, I really like other places more. I just haven't lived there.
4. Do you believe in ghosts? Uh, no comment. I'm a real skeptic, so I don't believe there's any proof to suggest that ghosts exist, but I also recognize that science is limited, and there are things we just can't explain. So I BELIEVE in the paranormal, just not the explanations that are so far suggested.
5. Which would you prefer, a transporter or a replicator? Replicator. Honestly, I think the utility of it would be incredible.
6. Does the word "widget" make you giggle like a little girl? No. That's reserved for the word "doody".
7. If you could be friends with one celebrity, who would it be? Michael Moore. Does he count?
8. Uma Thurman: attractive or no? Only if vacuous, egotistical, untalented actresses are attractive.
9. Is the PTA the root of all evil? No. That "honor" rests with the "Moral" Majority.
10. What's your favorite gaming platform? A beanbag.
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
Taking a break
There's a lot going through my head right now. And I have lots of stuff I need to take care of.
So I'll be back sometime next week. Recharged, maybe. More lucid. And having decided what I want to do with this blog. I know I do this every couple months, but I really need a change.
Lots of thoughts to share and not enough time to share them
I'm just warning you, that's all.
I am looking for airfare to travel back to Salt Lake for the holidays, sometime after the 20th, and coming back the 26th or 27th. So my Utah friends should be patient as I plan my trip.
Some cool stuff going on with school. I will describe it later.
And I'm bored with my approach to blogging. I think I may pursue a site re-design (no offense, Merde
, as it really is fantastic and you were incredibly kind to work on it out of the goodness of your generous heart. But I've gotten a bit tired, since I'm someone always trying on new shoes, so to speak) and fiddle a bit with my narratives. I feel a need to be a bit more creative. We'll see.
Oh, and she's irked at me again.
Monday, December 03, 2001
Listening to polka Christmas tunes?
Yes, I am.
You really should
visit Brave Combo's site
and buy something.
I mean it.
It's getting so I feel like I'm on a rolliecoaster
Maddening depths, followed by exuberant heights.
She has me confused, this girl.
We spent most of the day just holding tightly, telling the other how much he/she was missed. Then we travelled off to this Scandinavian antiques dealer, who had some truly amazing stuff (including a massive wall unit I'd love to have in a study one day, if only I had the wall space for the colossal piece). Then there was French food, driving around looking at Christmas lights, and more holding.
If nothing else, I have decided that my favorite way to fall asleep and be awakened is with tiny, sweet kisses.
Let the ridicule commence.
I believe I may have misjudged Zadie Smith, based on the lousy story she wrote for Nick Hornby's "Speaking with the Angel". I recently started "White Teeth"
, and I chuckled loudly as the bus made its way downtown. This is a good thing, I think.
So steamed mussels were consumed
True, they were tiny and not as fresh as they might have been. And the locale, Denver's own Le Central
, is not quite Le Gamin or even the wonderful Belgian place in New York, but it was still lovely. The onion soup was plenty sweet and dripping with gooey cheese, the wine (1998 Bandol Le Galantin) was spectacular, and the company was also splendid.
Things to ponder when you're sitting at a bus bench
If you pull out a schedule to see when the damned bus will be arriving, does it mean the bus will suddenly appear? Why yes, in my experience, that's the way the universe works.
It is also true that if you are mad about a particular person, members of the opposite sex will suddenly find you intriguing. But if you're sad and lonely and desperate, noone will touch you with a twelve-foot whacking stick.
Sunday, December 02, 2001
I know I'm saying this a lot lately, but...
I really don't know what to think about the suicide bombing in Haifa
. On the one hand, it saddens and sickens me, but then the response by Israel just seems to be one which will only escalate things.
By the way
update the about me
pages occasionally. Like this morning, for instance.
So, the plan for today
We may end up going to Boulder (my second trip up there in two days, and under vastly different conditions). I still want to get my hair cut, since it's looking rather foofy, and I should
work on the measure for my master's. It's almost done; just needs some fine-tuning. And I need more floppies, since I stupidly bought ones that were formatted for Macs yesterday.
So yesterday was pretty good
I made out a list of things to do (only two of which I completed, but hey, the list was the most important part
, right?). Then I talked to T. for a little while about stuff that had been bothering me, and was happy to hear that she wanted to see me. I had actually made plans to hang out with John, and she had made plans to hang out with her friend, too, but was still considering blowing them off. She finally relented and went with the original plan, but it was nice to know that she considered it. And I wasn't the one who suggested it, by the way.
So I went to breakfast with John, then picked up Wilco
tickets and bought a couple used Beastie Boys cds. Then it was off to Boulder so John could do some vinyl shopping and we could just hang out and make fun of the yuppies and hippie wannabes. I managed to find a Christmas present for the evil twin (so take it off your wishlist
, schmuck) and even got a used copy of "White Teeth", which I'd been wanting to read for some time (sorry, Lester
, but "Shampoo Planet" just wasn't doing it for me.). Then we came back and burned a "Best of Pavement" cd for me, grabbed dinner (from this tiny little hovel of a Mexican place with pretty decent food) and then went off to play pool with this girl that John is interested in.
It was kind of cool to see him around a woman he's hitting it off with. I don't know if I've ever seen him with a romantic possibility in the 3+ years I've known him.
Nothing quite like waking up with your stomach thoroughly distended from eating way
too many chips with far
too much hot salsa. The only suitable metaphor I could think of involved discovering one morning that you're bearing a burning human embryo deep in your abdomen, and each time it turns, another of your organs catches fire.
Yeah, it was
that painful. But worth it.
Wishful thinking? Maybe...
But I'd like to believe this forecast is true: Today someone could help you out unexpectedly, Scott. You don't always realize it, but your positive energy has affected a lot of people over the years. You have been kind to strangers, helped out acquaintances, and generally been a good citizen. All of this good "karma" will pay off! Today you could find that someone wants to do you a good deed this time. Your biggest challenge could be to allow yourself to receive.
Saturday, December 01, 2001
A little head-clearing is in order, I think
I've been feeling funky, and not in a good way.
So I may be hanging out with John today, getting breakfast and going up to Boulder, then getting my Wilco ticket. That's if he doesn't blow me off for a girl (which would really be okay, given that I've done that plenty to him, he hasn't really had much opportunity with women lately, and he was pretty honest with me about it last night).
Maybe a movie tonight, too. We'll see.
It's nice having the roomie back
The heater does go on sporadically throughout the day, raising the temperature in the basement to something less than freezing point for a little while.
Am I a geek?
Just because I dig mythology?
I don't think so. But I could be biased.
I'm honestly surprised
I thought it would be higher. Maybe it would have, a couple months ago.
I am 40% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.
I could go either way. Deep into the madness of nights filled with coding CGI-Scripts and online role playing games, or I could become a normal user. Good luck!
Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!
My exciting evening
Or actually, my exciting day...
I didn't really do all that much. Kind of had a leisurely wake-up and then went into school to do some work for my mentor on a grant proposal she's putting together. And brooded a bit. Walked over to the used bookstore close by campus, and the chain music store, talked to some friends on the phone, and wandered around some more. I thought about renting a video from the evil corporation, but passed on it.
There was the potential for hanging out with some other grad students, too, but they kind of blew me off. It was okay, though. Tom blew me off, too, which was bit more bothersome.
So I watched taped "Enterprise" from last week (forgot to record this week's episode), taped "ER" from last week (I can't believe they're still pushing the Wyle-Stringfield romance. Ewwwwwwwww.) and then "In the Mood for Love", which made me a bit somber, I think. I'm still stunned by the cinematography and craft in the film.
Oh, and I turned in sort of early.