i recently got my roommate hooked on six feet under. she’s only seen the fourth season on up though. never the less. . . hooked. the 5th season recently came out and i added it to my netflix. we got through the first disc midweek, and then had two more for the weekend. since neither of us had much to do saturday night we were psyched to rip through the two discs. i knew there had to be an end, and i really wanted to see how it was done. it was kind leaked to me that everyone died. . . but i needed to see for myself. i was so happy to see a resurgence of the quirky inner monologue flashes that had waned in more recent seasons, like claire breaking out into a cabaret type song about how much her panty hose were bothering her at work, or david breaking into a memory of playing a part in a grade school production of ‘anything goes’. . . anyway. . . the end of the third and last disc i had in my hands, left us needing more.
there was nate, set to die again. . . they’d brought him back before, but i figured it would be different this time. . . and we needed to see for ourselves.
so, pajama clad, both katy and i decided to add hoodies to our attire to hide our bra-lessness, she donned glasses and i topped my freakishly looking red mop of a head in a hat. . . apparently watching tv for several hours can turn my hair into something akin to carrot top or side show bob . we headed out to hollywood video around 8pm, in order to acquire the last two dvds in the series. we then plopped down for another 4 hours. . . 4 hours of absolute gut wrenching anguish. seriously, i was dehydrated from crying and blowing my nose so much. it wasn’t bad. . . it was amazing. . . well written, like all the other episodes. . . but watching the pain of the characters was so tormenting. by the last episode, i was relieved the leave the story.
i’m wondering, does anyone know if the brief appearance of george’s short lived fiance, ‘joy’ was a nod to that other cable show about death, dead like me?- katy and i also netflixed those shows. it, too, was well written, honest, quirky, but respectful. . . and the mom from that show, joy, had one scene as george’s fiance. . . and i was wondering if that was intentional? seems a waste if it wasn’t. . . .
anyway, closing in on the last half hour of the last episode i’m wondering, how are they gonna pull off the death of everyone. i began cringing anytime a large group of them were in a room together. . . would billy finally lose it and spray them all with bullets from a automatic weapon? would there be a large terrible food poisoning accident at a family dinner? would their funeral cavalcade get squashed by an 18 wheeler that had lost control? would there be some terrible bombing of the funeral home? alas, none of it. . . thank goodness! how it was handled was unexpected- to me. . . true to the show, sad, but easing. . . i guess. . . you’ll have to judge for yourself, should you choose to.
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you know how i said i was crying a lot, and blowing my nose. . . a lot. . . . guess i put a little strain on the old eyes. or just one eye. totally bloodshot. i've never even had a bloodshot eye. . . . this is a lot! this is even more gross than the aeon flux eye thing, i think.
i hate getting out of bed in the middle of the night, even to pee. for the past couple of nights my bladder’s been screaming at me. one night i ignored it. . kept sleeping through, but it forced me to have a dream of peeing. before you get too excited about me possibly peeing the bed. . . that didn’t happen. however, when you pee in a dream, and not in real life. . . you get no release. so there i am, peeing in my dream. . . yet there is no relief. . . should’ve just gotten my ass outta bed to pee.
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i have a genuine santa fe car now. not because i got new mexico plates- i’ve had those for a while. in fact nothing was added to make my car genuine. . . in fact, something was lost. a hub cap to be exact. lame. and yet, my car seems to fit in better. maybe i should punch out a window and cover it in clear plastic. . . that, or go out and buy an SUV and add some spinners.
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there was a story on npr this morning about a musician in st. louis. i can remember the name. . . but there’s no recordings of his piano playing, except possibly some player piano music reels. someone i knew or know had a player piano. it was either my aunt or my piano teacher. i think it might have been my piano teacher because i seem to remember being allowed to choose a music reel as a reward. i remember choosing, ‘you are so beautiful’. . . i think.
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i used to be a much better task manager. my daily planner at school weighed at least 5 pounds. it was immediately obvious if i didn’t place it in my bag in the morning. my time used to be far more in demand, and i was able to get more done. . . somehow. i blame the lack of urgency in my life, especially during the winter. i need to make a better list, and i need to pay more attention to it, and attack it with a little more veracity. oh well, summer will be here soon enough, free time will be only a figment of my distant memory.
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i used to be incredibly afraid of doctors. after a small childhood trauma i couldn’t go near them. mom and dad bought me a fisher-price doctor kit so i could try to ease into doctor’s visits. i made quite the scene in kindergarten when it was time for our tetanus shots. once i saw the line up of needles in the nurse’s office i just flipped. several, at least three, maybe five? teachers and other adults were called in to hold me down- little 5 year old me, what a hellion. i’ve gotten much better with doctors and needles since. . . but if you think i’m over it i’ve got news for you. during a recent doctor visit i had my blood pressure taken. . . twice. . . since the first number was totally scary, even the doc thought maybe i was suffering from some white coat anziety. the ‘before’ blood pressure was 18. . . that’s EIGHTEEN! points higher than the ‘after’ number.
. . . anyway. . . look at me, blogging mid-week. . . what WILL the neighbors say?
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yeah, so this bowl of mandarin oranges sat with it's lid on about three weeks too long- totally my fault. it was DIS-GUS-TING to open. gooey, fuzzy, NASTY.
however, recently i've been pondering my own outcast standing. sometimes it's good and sometimes it's bad to be the outsider.-this i understand. but here is nature in action. . . in this particular bowl of oranges, being an outsider means being SUPER MANDARIN!, able to outlive the vile decomposition happening all around it. yeah, not an exact corrolation to my life. . . but LOOK at it. horrible, but you can't stop staring.
i got the katamari damacy game soundtrack from my friend, dan (thank you!). i LOVE it. i haven’t stopped listening to it. does that make me an official addict?
i’m netflixing some more sopranos. peter bogdanovich is the director of this one. he gave a speech at my college graduation.
hey, i warned you. . . i got nuthin’.
i’d spent the better half of the day driving from place to place in albuquerque, dropping off broken equipment and picking up a few other items. i only had one place left to go before heading back to the opera to finish out my day. . . home depot. most of my best stories happen here. all i can think is, ‘when will a lowe’s or something move into santa fe? home depot needs some serious competition.’ trust me, whenever feasible i take my business to smaller, more helpful hardware stores. . . . but i still get to home depot anywhere from 2 to 5 times a week on average. . . . sometimes as much as three times a day. . .. those are really bad days.
so, there i was, on a very long line with 3 items.* a couple packages of zip ties, and a broom, that’s it. finally it was my turn, the cashier scanned the two bags of zip ties and then grabbed the broom. the upc had been ripped off the cardboard packaging. i hadn’t noticed. . . and since i abhor having to wait for a price check, i’m usually very careful to make sure everything has it’s pricing. i’m especially careful when i need to have something cut, like a piece of molding or some electrical wire. i ask for the sku# as well as a sticker from the worker that made the cut, so there is no question. . . . but there i am, with no bar code. the cashier looks as me and says, ‘there’s no bar code.’ i say, ‘damn, i didn’t even notice.’ she stares at me a while, and i can see the wheels turning. i know exactly what she’s thinking, she wants me to go get a different one. but no way am i rolling over and acting like it’s my fault that the upc was ripped off her company’s merchandise. so i stand there and stare back. she picks up her walkie and says, ‘well i can call someone, or you can go get another.’ at this point i have a very rapid argument in my head. the first side went something like this, ‘well, doesn’t this company employ and pay people on the floor, in part for this purpose? and why should i be doing my job as well as your co-worker’s job?’. . . . but then i quickly thought of all the wonderful (sniff sniff. . . that would be sarcasm) help i’ve received on the floor of this fine establishment. i smiled real big and said, ‘well, i bet i’ll be faster.’ and turned on my heels. i really wish i had added a, ‘won’t i?’ to the end of it, just for added rhetorical snarkiness. after all, the store has just had some major remodeling. . . and it takes me a couple extra minutes to find whatever i’m looking for, now that it’s all moved around. . . . and if it takes me a couple extra minutes, then it will take their employees at least double what it takes me. i arrive back, with my upc emblazened broom, pay, and leave. . . . seething.
of course the rest of my day went to suit. my computer died, well actually exploded yesterday- no shrapnel. . . just a big POP and fizzle. i got a new tower the same day, but the program i use to budget wasn’t working. that got fixed shortly after i got back to the opera. i started going over some of the receipts, and went to print. . . but that function wasn’t working. . .right at a few minutes to five. . . so IT is gone, and i don’t get to finish anything. arg.
it’s possible that dealing with home depot is just slightly less annoying than dealing with sprint customer service. it’s a good thing there are no infants in my day to day life. . . days like this make me want to punch babies.
*note, there is always a long line. there are only about 2 or 3 cashiers at one time. an extra cashier will try to persuade you to move to the self check out which will promptly break down, or won’t scan your large package or read it on it’s weight sensor correctly, then prompting you to ‘please place package in bag area“ for 3 minutes before the manager resets it, or it will need a paper receipt roll change as you go to pay. in my case, i still need to have the cashier come around to check my tax exempt card, then hunt down the proper tax exempt forms which are (usually) readily available at a non self check out station. . . all in all, more trouble than standing in line for a while.
i did have a friend travel through this week. liz chany, a friend from kent, was moving from the dc area to la jolla. she and a friend were making the drive together and they stopped by monday evening. liz had been telling her friend, amanda, about all these great places to eat and such here in santa fe. . . . we did do cowgirl for dinner, and maria’s for margaritas. . . and of course. . . baking company for breakfast in the morning. . . -best orange juice in town. they were gonna do some walking around in the plaza and all before they left, but i got to take them to a few places before i had to get to work.
first off. . . who could miss ‘fridgehenge’. . . . well, once you know it exists! so we took a quick drive out there and then out to the opera for a whirlwind tour. then i headed back to work and they went on their way. it was really fun to sit and chat and try to catch up on news about each other as well as anyone else we had been in touch with. then they told me that their next stop was the grand canyon! and NEITHER of them had ever been there before! WELL. . . i had to give them any advice i possibly could. . . the whole ‘sunrise/ sunset’ thing. . . . the IMAX thing. . . and how i could tell them how amazed they were going to be, but how it wouldn’t do the actual feeling and experience any justice. i can’t wait to hear their thoughts!
ummmmm. . . . i started playing video games. yes, as my 30th birthday present from my brother, i got a playstation 2. i’ve never been much of a gamer. . . just missed that ride somehow. i got a little interested in ‘american mcgee’s alice’. . . . but i still have never finished it- i got all the way to the end at school once. i had the game saved on a special computer lab computer. and after getting to the last boss and needing to save it in order to finish my homework. . . .the lab crashed a couple of days later. . . i lost all my saves. . . and since i’m really bad at the game. . . i need those saves in order to survive. well, i never quite got back to it after that.
i was recently introduced to katamari damacy. . . and i have to admit, i’m a sucker for the cartoony games- i always picked sonic over anything else my friends had. well, i mentioned to my brother that i would like to try it out. . . and he offered to set me up. i’m thinking. . . how often am i really gonna play? so i declined. then a couple of weeks later, i was in a more whimsical mood.. . . and i said, ‘yeah, set me up.’ he sent me out the playstation 2 and a couple of games, including katamari. dude. . . i love this game. i’m not so good at it. . . . but i do get better and advance through the levels. . . and the music is crazy fun. . . . and since my weekend evenings are a little quiet, i can sit around and play without bothering anyone. doubt i’ll get to play much during the summer. . . but maybe i’ll bring the station in and set it up to play in downtime during shows. we’ll see.
well. . . .i gotta roll. . . my katamari that is!