Oh, Fuck...Jeezuz! Damn....God....Frickin..........Hello!
Advent Children.....Oh God...gonna have an anyerism here....So woth the twelve hour download.......GODDAMNN.....::babbles like a fanboy::
One thought before I slip back into nonsensical babbling, didn't that last scene look somewhat like a...I don't know....BAPTISM? Be cured of your Geo[STIGMATA] with this [HOLY] water! You gotta be on your toes for the christian propoganda!
(All kidding aside....FUCK....YES....so cool....I'm dyin here.......)
Enough, More Later.
- James
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
I'm not very good at thinking up titles when I'm tired.
Currently in Earphones: "Teardrop" by Massive Attack (Also known as the main theme for House, M.D.), a crapload of Chieftains music.
Last day of work today. Kinda anti-climactic; we had far more cashiers than we needed, so I ended up being Relief. Shortest....shift.....ever. Only had to relieve 3 cashiers, and they were all on time as well. I was in and out and finished by 2:30, which is around the time when Relief is SUPPOSED to get out on normal days. Of course, summer being the crazy thing it is, that's never the case. I may yet be back for another round.
House, House, Hooooouuuuuse......M.D. I just acquired the first season of that brilliant show and spent all of yesterday watching it. I'm now going through the "watching-it-all-again-with-family" phase and will undoubtedly be entering the "watching-it-all-again-with-friends" phase, which I am looking forward to immensely. I'm also prepared to go though all the good parts of Blackadder to really mess with my friends' minds (just to show that before he played a sarcastic, sardonic and narcissistic American Doctor, Hugh Laurie played both an upper class, empty headed British twit [Jeeves and Wooster] and an...umm, upper class...empty headed British twit [Blackadder III]. What range!).
On the low point of the day, I got that twinge of jealousy when you realize that some of your friends have closer circles of friends that don't include you in them. At worse, Elite-ism ruining my day, at best, cheap dismissal.
Oh right, the trial is over, I can talk about it now. Kinda boring in retrospect actually. We were called to decide if some Buddhist monks (Cambodian, at that) had a right to stay at an Oakland Temple, which had recently been taken over by an International Buddhist Non-Profit Corporation, when they had refused to signloyalty oaths agreements to abide by the rules, etc. Things got fairly complicated, but only after all the witnesses were called did the judge dismiss us, citing that the legalese for what kind of tenants the monks were had just been solidified and rendered any argument null. Hence, we were thanked and booted out. I just can't wait for my check to come, pithy though it is for 5 whole days sitting around hard work.
Seeing how I'm crashing like every mis-diagnosed patient crashes (and burns, usually in a spectacular medical fashion) in every episode of House, I'm going to obey nature and slip into stasis mode. That's sleep for all you plebians.
Enough. More Later.
- James
Last day of work today. Kinda anti-climactic; we had far more cashiers than we needed, so I ended up being Relief. Shortest....shift.....ever. Only had to relieve 3 cashiers, and they were all on time as well. I was in and out and finished by 2:30, which is around the time when Relief is SUPPOSED to get out on normal days. Of course, summer being the crazy thing it is, that's never the case. I may yet be back for another round.
House, House, Hooooouuuuuse......M.D. I just acquired the first season of that brilliant show and spent all of yesterday watching it. I'm now going through the "watching-it-all-again-with-family" phase and will undoubtedly be entering the "watching-it-all-again-with-friends" phase, which I am looking forward to immensely. I'm also prepared to go though all the good parts of Blackadder to really mess with my friends' minds (just to show that before he played a sarcastic, sardonic and narcissistic American Doctor, Hugh Laurie played both an upper class, empty headed British twit [Jeeves and Wooster] and an...umm, upper class...empty headed British twit [Blackadder III]. What range!).
On the low point of the day, I got that twinge of jealousy when you realize that some of your friends have closer circles of friends that don't include you in them. At worse, Elite-ism ruining my day, at best, cheap dismissal.
Oh right, the trial is over, I can talk about it now. Kinda boring in retrospect actually. We were called to decide if some Buddhist monks (Cambodian, at that) had a right to stay at an Oakland Temple, which had recently been taken over by an International Buddhist Non-Profit Corporation, when they had refused to sign
Seeing how I'm crashing like every mis-diagnosed patient crashes (and burns, usually in a spectacular medical fashion) in every episode of House, I'm going to obey nature and slip into stasis mode. That's sleep for all you plebians.
Enough. More Later.
- James
Friday, September 02, 2005
Light is the Left Hand of Darkness....
Currently in Earphones: Braveheart Soundtrack by James Horner, "One Speed" from The Chronicles of Riddick by Graeme Revell, "The Rescue" from The Great Raid by Trevor Rabin.
Whoof, what a packed last week or so. I'll start at the beginning...
I ended up meeting up with Preston and Liz at my house come Saturday morning, before our foray into the City. Liz was beautiful and windswept in a nice, So-Cal, Spring dress and Preston his usual dapper self with trademark Red Fedora. I was a tad taken aback yet honored for the dress up: For a trounce around the City I was thinking some nice comfey regular wear, but it felt good to have friends that considered something so banal as my B-day an occasion for nice dress. Had a nice introduction of my friends to my parents and provided some food to the travelers (one of whom didn't eat breakfast beforehand). We scooted on out fairly quickly.
Poor Mr. Thomas had just had his wisdom teeth out and was low on energy, though he was still his scrappy self for the duration of the trip. I did hear he crashed pretty hard on getting back to Roseville that night, I hope he's feelin' better!
We all assembled in Union Square after the usual greetings. We decided on the tried-and-true Boudin's for lunch, though we learned with dismay that Sascha was restricting the Gluten in her diet (nutritionists orders). Though that meant Salad for her as opposed to one-and-only Clam Chowder in a San Francisco Sourdough Bread Bowl, she was nice enough to humor us and grab a bite to eat there anyway. Was pleased to note that everyone enjoyed the kind of Loft/Cafe setting of the Boudin's on Market Street (not the mention the food!) and am sure that will be filed away for future use in the heads of all that were present.
Oh, we'd stopped by the Music Center of San Francisco, a "Nice little hole-in-the-wall" as Preston stated, and browsed their sheet music selections. The Second floor loft-like store isn't much to look at (and it's selection of Viola Music is rather limited) but it's full of character. We drifted about there for a bit before heading to Boudin's.
After eating we ambled over to the Metreon. I think Toes and Sascha were getting rather tired of it by then, but Preston and Liz hadn't yet seen it in it's fullness. Preston regaled us with his tales of visiting the Metreon during his stay in SF for the HALO shindig and we browsed about. I did make a point to say that everything there was awfully expensive, and yet it took the revelation that you had to spend a minimum of $5 on an Arcade card to play in their overblown Noiseland to deter Preston and Toes. Took our leave and went to the playground at the Moscone Center.
Toes and I had a lot of fun running about the play structures while the others looked on, and we eventually settled down and played a game or two of Fluxx. Fun game, that. I know it's the point of the game to have always changing rules, but it always feels very insubstantial to me. I mean, you can set up all sorts of intricate rules and regulations with the cards you can play, but all it takes is one person with the right card to turn everything upside down and suddenly win. I guess the thrill is in not knowing what is going to happen next. I'm not complainin', though: I won the second game.
It was about 4-ish after we finished and we were all feelin' tired. Preston suggested finding a Jamba Juice or some smoothie joint, and we gathered the last of our energies and headed back toward Market.
The hilarious anecdote of the day follows: As we were on our way back toward the main drag, we all took notice of two Asian girls, very well dressed and primped, walking toward and past us. Upon seeing them, Preston points to the sky as if in inspiration accompanied by the verbal "Ah!" and pulls a 180, speeding to catch up with them. Now, Preston may have some rakish tendencies, I don't know, but I believe we were all thinking in that second, "Preston see pretty girl, Preston go after pretty girl?" It wasn't until a second later as I turned my head to follow his progress that I see it. One of them is drinking from a beverage cup, and what does it say on it?
That's right.
Jamba Juice. This, of course, causes us all to break into silly/relieved laughter to realize he was just after directions and not digits, and marvel and it. That's goin' in the record books. Though the girls were pretty, so I can understand if it was otherwise.
We stumble about a bit looking for the Jamba Juice, and after some directions we finally get there. More eating/chatting ensues, and we go for a brief trot through Virgin before all piling into BART and heading back toward the East Bay.
The rest is fairly simple. We crash at my place and debate what to watch for a bit: nothing too long you see, Preston and Liz had to get back to Davis that evening and we didn't want to stretch anything out. We decided on an episode of Firefly, and now I'm hooked. People go their respective directions and I crash myself.
There will be a more interesting story regarding my subsequent Jury Duty, but given that I'm still now in the Trial, I can't talk about it per judges orders. Kind of along the lines of "Don't talk about the case with anyone, including your fellow jurors, or we'll staple you're head to the wall" admonitions. I can say this, it is a Civil Case, so nothing very interesting like a murder or such. Still though, I don't know if I could decide on whether or not to send someone to prison.
Enough, More Later.
- James
Whoof, what a packed last week or so. I'll start at the beginning...
I ended up meeting up with Preston and Liz at my house come Saturday morning, before our foray into the City. Liz was beautiful and windswept in a nice, So-Cal, Spring dress and Preston his usual dapper self with trademark Red Fedora. I was a tad taken aback yet honored for the dress up: For a trounce around the City I was thinking some nice comfey regular wear, but it felt good to have friends that considered something so banal as my B-day an occasion for nice dress. Had a nice introduction of my friends to my parents and provided some food to the travelers (one of whom didn't eat breakfast beforehand). We scooted on out fairly quickly.
Poor Mr. Thomas had just had his wisdom teeth out and was low on energy, though he was still his scrappy self for the duration of the trip. I did hear he crashed pretty hard on getting back to Roseville that night, I hope he's feelin' better!
We all assembled in Union Square after the usual greetings. We decided on the tried-and-true Boudin's for lunch, though we learned with dismay that Sascha was restricting the Gluten in her diet (nutritionists orders). Though that meant Salad for her as opposed to one-and-only Clam Chowder in a San Francisco Sourdough Bread Bowl, she was nice enough to humor us and grab a bite to eat there anyway. Was pleased to note that everyone enjoyed the kind of Loft/Cafe setting of the Boudin's on Market Street (not the mention the food!) and am sure that will be filed away for future use in the heads of all that were present.
Oh, we'd stopped by the Music Center of San Francisco, a "Nice little hole-in-the-wall" as Preston stated, and browsed their sheet music selections. The Second floor loft-like store isn't much to look at (and it's selection of Viola Music is rather limited) but it's full of character. We drifted about there for a bit before heading to Boudin's.
After eating we ambled over to the Metreon. I think Toes and Sascha were getting rather tired of it by then, but Preston and Liz hadn't yet seen it in it's fullness. Preston regaled us with his tales of visiting the Metreon during his stay in SF for the HALO shindig and we browsed about. I did make a point to say that everything there was awfully expensive, and yet it took the revelation that you had to spend a minimum of $5 on an Arcade card to play in their overblown Noiseland to deter Preston and Toes. Took our leave and went to the playground at the Moscone Center.
Toes and I had a lot of fun running about the play structures while the others looked on, and we eventually settled down and played a game or two of Fluxx. Fun game, that. I know it's the point of the game to have always changing rules, but it always feels very insubstantial to me. I mean, you can set up all sorts of intricate rules and regulations with the cards you can play, but all it takes is one person with the right card to turn everything upside down and suddenly win. I guess the thrill is in not knowing what is going to happen next. I'm not complainin', though: I won the second game.
It was about 4-ish after we finished and we were all feelin' tired. Preston suggested finding a Jamba Juice or some smoothie joint, and we gathered the last of our energies and headed back toward Market.
The hilarious anecdote of the day follows: As we were on our way back toward the main drag, we all took notice of two Asian girls, very well dressed and primped, walking toward and past us. Upon seeing them, Preston points to the sky as if in inspiration accompanied by the verbal "Ah!" and pulls a 180, speeding to catch up with them. Now, Preston may have some rakish tendencies, I don't know, but I believe we were all thinking in that second, "Preston see pretty girl, Preston go after pretty girl?" It wasn't until a second later as I turned my head to follow his progress that I see it. One of them is drinking from a beverage cup, and what does it say on it?
That's right.
Jamba Juice. This, of course, causes us all to break into silly/relieved laughter to realize he was just after directions and not digits, and marvel and it. That's goin' in the record books. Though the girls were pretty, so I can understand if it was otherwise.
We stumble about a bit looking for the Jamba Juice, and after some directions we finally get there. More eating/chatting ensues, and we go for a brief trot through Virgin before all piling into BART and heading back toward the East Bay.
The rest is fairly simple. We crash at my place and debate what to watch for a bit: nothing too long you see, Preston and Liz had to get back to Davis that evening and we didn't want to stretch anything out. We decided on an episode of Firefly, and now I'm hooked. People go their respective directions and I crash myself.
There will be a more interesting story regarding my subsequent Jury Duty, but given that I'm still now in the Trial, I can't talk about it per judges orders. Kind of along the lines of "Don't talk about the case with anyone, including your fellow jurors, or we'll staple you're head to the wall" admonitions. I can say this, it is a Civil Case, so nothing very interesting like a murder or such. Still though, I don't know if I could decide on whether or not to send someone to prison.
Enough, More Later.
- James
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