| To hell with coffee, I'm serving the good stuff |
[Dec. 7th, 2005|12:09 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hopeful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Watching: Casablanca | ] |
I am going to enroll in bartenders school on the morrow. I won't start taking classes for a few weeks but I save $200 by putting $100 down and taking advantage of the current special before it ends. The plan is to be done and employed by the middle to end of January. |
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| Duck! Its hot! |
[Nov. 9th, 2005|08:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Watching: Series finale of Star Trek Voyager | ] |
So, it seems I am now to sling coffee for Gloria Jean's, at least until January 1st. If I do well I may have a permanent job, so of course I will frantically look for another job. *Shrug* At least it is a minor income to help get by. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|12:34 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching: America's Sweethearts | ] |
Its finished! Took 24 days but I finally downloaded the first season of The Wonder Years! Yep, 24 days to get all 850MB! For a while there I thought I was going to have to will the project to my next of kin! This event is such that all my sentences will end in an exclamation point! Of course, by this time, I was downloading more out of habit rather than any real desire! In fact, I mostly gave up on the eventuality that I would actually be able to watch it, but thats all right!
I seriously have to be the most stubbornly persistent person I know! Especially when it becomes just plain absurd! |
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| Move when the foot is coming toward your ass! |
[Oct. 27th, 2005|10:45 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Now watching The Saint | ] |
I just finished watching Roadhouse. People got their asses kicked. Then they got their asses kicked again. Then people started getting killed. Then people got their asses kicked. There was constant general ass kicking everywhere. Pretty good flick. I Liked the soundtrack especially. Most of the songs are performed in the bar by The Jeff Healey Band.
Oh, and The Jeff Healey Band is now my favorite band. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|01:06 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching Less than Zero | ] |
New life goals:
Obtain every Andrew McCarthy (excepting maybe the Bernie movies)
Obtain every John Cusack movie |
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| I just got lots o' stuff to talk about these days |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|08:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The sound of me masticating some leftover chicken | ] |
My sister, who lives in Colorado, came into town today with her daughter and two sons. The eldest son Quincy is 3, the second is the daughter Josie who is 2, and the youngest is Tyler who is something like a month and a half. They are all so precious. Earlier today I raked all the leaves in the front yard into a pile so Quinn and Josie could play in it. That went over well, for their mother and grandmother also judging from the sheer volume of pictures they took.
My niece is adorable. She was hungry before dinner so my sister put her in a booster chair at the table and gave her an apple. Josie, being the cute nutso kid she is, tried to eat the apple with a fork and wouldn't heed other suggestions. She was bound and determined to eat it with a fork. She actually managed quite well. Much better than I would have. After dinner Josie, again she is cute but silly, actually asked for her face to be washed. She loves to be clean. When we were playing in the leaf pile she would stop every couple of minutes, walk away a few feet and proceed to remove every bit of leaf from her hair and clothing. *sigh* Why, back in my day, kids had to use mud to clean off dirt and we didn't complain, walking uphill both ways to boot!
At least Tyler and I see eye to eye. He sleeps most every minute of the day and I can get behind that. Except to eat of course, and I can get behind that too. |
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| I was planning on going to bed early |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|04:02 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  numb | ] |
| [ | music |
| | echos of German in my head | ] |
I have been sitting here in a daze for the last 2 hours watching PBS. I got caught up watching a series of programs about Hamburg and the beautiful thing about them is that they were in German. Luckily there were subtitles to help, except they too were in German. The programs had to have been made in the early 80's judging by the clothing and the 80's German techno and American hip-hop. So, I sat and I watched. I used to think German an angry sounding language but I've changed my mind after I heard some of the women speaking. Deep, husky, kinda alluring actually. There was a youngish (like mid teens) girl as a host and she'd go around asking people questions and leading me the viewer on a tour of Hamburg. I learned everything there is to know about popular tourist areas of Hamburg. Major landmarks. Transportation. Shopping areas. Where the teenage citizens of Hamburg like to hang out. Recreational activities. Cooking. The fish markets. Shopping for gifts for your mother, at least I think thats what they were doing. The Lost and Found/Auctions. The countryside surrounding Hamburg. Skiing. Quaint parades and traditional stuff involving many accordions and people wearing tights. At one point some guy seemed to be propositioning a bunch of old people getting off a bus. Either that or he was a tour guide. it was hard to tell. There were a couple advertisements for McDonald's in the background, I found that amusing, especially for the 80's. On and on I watched, mesmerized. I sort of watched each show in a detached type of shock or something and toward the end I swear I could almost understand what they were saying. But holy hell, I feel drained now.
Mein gehirn schmiltz. Ich benotige eine zigarette. |
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| Dogs and cats living together, overcoats with pockets on the right, mass hysteria! |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|11:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  frustrated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Watching: Bomb at 10:10 | ] |
Bah! The inside breast pocket of my overcoat is on the right side and it is driving me bat shit insane! Don't look at me like that! I can get my hands on a knife! I have, in my time, worn many many overcoats and suit coats and one thing that has been consistent with them all is the fact that the inside breast pocket is on the LEFT! Sometimes they will have one one both sides, but always on the left. Think about it. Think of movies when the guy reaches into his coat for documents or invitations to the party or cigarettes and is sometimes shot when he is thought to be reaching for a gun or something. You will notice it is to the left side he reaches. Why? Because the inside breast pocket is on the left!
So, understandably, I am slightly perturbed when, by habit, I reach to the inside left of my overcoat and find the pocket is not there. Its a shame really because thats where I keep my 'Poof! You're not Crazy!' pills and no pocket means no pills. At least thats my justification for today. |
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| The wheels are spinning, spinning, spinning. Just like my head. |
[Oct. 19th, 2005|11:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the dolcent sound of my sniffles | ] |
So, I'm sick as a dog, I guess, sorta, well maybe not. That phrase makes no sense. K, trying again. I've caught a flu or something and am in a pretty bad way. So, flash back to yesterday, heres me sick and heres my friend Brad text messaging me in the morning to make sure I didn't forget our spur of the moment road trip. I didn't forget, but I was moaning and groaning after only being able to get 2 1/2 hours of sleep. I made sure he was okay with a disease ridden traveling companion and he was so we meet up to go. Time is now 10a Tuesday morning and we are heading south, waaay south, to St. Louis, so as my friend can pay a woman $450 for a newborn kitten. I used half a box of Kleenex and took 6 aspirin on the 5 1/2 drive down. He drove the car to and we spent 30 minutes there, no more. No reason to stay really, Judy Garland is dead leaving only this woman with a cat to meet me in St Louis Louis, meet me at the fair, don't tell me the lights are shinning any place but there, We can dance the hoochie coochie, I will be your tootsie wootsie, meet me in St Louis Louis, meet me at the fair. I drove the car back, 5 1/2 hours back while I am sick and going off of 2 1/2 hours of sleep. We did get to cross over the Mighty Mississippi and listen to the Josie and the Pussycats soundtrack. Fun times. Oh yeah, I didn't tell my parents I was going. But not to worry, my father works with Brad's mother and she made sure to mention it all to him. Anyways, the cat is a female red persian or something. It is a female version of Hermione's cat Crookshanks in Harry Potter. He named her Penny and shes cute as hell.
Now, I think I shall go overdose on Vitamin C, aspirin, take a hot steamy bath and go back to bed, but not likely sleep. |
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| Move when the glacier is coming at you! |
[Oct. 13th, 2005|11:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching Night of the Living Dead | ] |
So, I followed Dieter's instructions on downloading TV shows and such from the internet. Unfortunately, when it comes to computer literacy, I am at the textured board book for babies stage. I also react much like a baby does with said books, that is, I scream meaningless babble and smash it around. Anyways, everything eventually gets in line and I look to download the first season of The Wonder Years. The file is 7 episodes equaling 869MB which, with dial-up, means roughly 3 days to download. Of course, because I am on the phone line and people seem to think they should be able to recieve phone calls during the day, it also means a mere 8 hours out of every 24 that I can actually download. For those keeping score at home thats 9 days ( but I hope to squeeze it down to 6 or 7 ). So my computer has become quite glacial in speed. I'll prolly cry when it comes time to comptemplate season 2 which is something like 2.4GB and I don't even want to think about the fact that there are 6 seasons. I find it rather annoying that the production company that owns the rights to the show sees no reason to release it on DVD. Oh well, I don't really expect to download beyond the first season anyway. I'm sure eventually I can find the whole series to purchase somewhere but until then I shall watch the agonizingly slow crawl of my pseudo ice age-ified paperweight of a computer. Hurrah for dial-up!
Oh, and I need to figure a way to make the "music" thingy say "movie" considering I usually watch movies while screwing around with my computer |
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| The Wonder Years |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|12:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | nostalgic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence | ] |
I had a rough night's sleep last night. I didn't have bad dreams, just uneasy ones. I don't recall much at all of it but I do remember that Kevin and Winnie were in it in some capacity. So there was nothing for it but for me to get on-line as soon as I got up to reminisce over The Wonder Years. I found a website with 2 or 3 line synopsis of every episode and I swear, just reading about the show damn near brought tears to my eyes. That was quality television. |
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| Mentos! the fresh maker! |
[Oct. 8th, 2005|08:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the incesent humming of my computer | ] |
So, I go to bed at 1:30a last night, which I am proud of considering I had to beat my insomnia back with a stick. Took a big stick to do it. Anyways, plan was to get up early, early being 6:00a, so as I could fill out an application to take the state employment test. If you want a state job apparently you must take this once a month offered test in the particular area you are interested in. So, I get up to do that and I dutifully shower and pop on down to my below ground sanctum and log onto the proper website. I fill out the damn form only to get stuck when it requires a specific job code of the position I want to apply for. 'Can't I just apply for all of them? Together? because I just want a job.' I mutter. But nooooo! has to be a specific one. And can I find said code? Of course not! So I sit searching as I watch the clock move past the time I would absolutely need to leave if I want to be at the test on time. So, I didn't find the code, and I didn't take the test. Meanwhile, I am freezing, my bones are clacking louder than my keyboard, and I am forced to put on my cashmere overcoat over the sweater I am already wearing. I head outside for a smoke. Smoking is going swimmingly, when I lean up against the siding of the house. in doing so I leave a white mark down the side of my coat arm. I feel like the guy in the Mentos commercial who, in his black suit before an interview, sits on a freshly painted bench leaving white paint on his clothes. What does he do? He lights a cigarette and kills all the passersby with his attache case. Well, okay, he doesn't really, though he should have. Instead, like a putz, he pops a Mentos and then lays down on the bench and rolls around making his suit a pinstripe suit. I debated making my coat into a pinstripe coat but alas I did not have any Mentos so I resorted to calling into question the circumstances of the house's parentage. How the house could be the offspring of a female dog I don't rightly know, but it is. Luckily I had a cigarette to calm me and no violence ensued. Now I think I shall go back to bed. |
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| Rotting my brain..well, further than it already is |
[Oct. 5th, 2005|03:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | recumbent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Uninteresting previews before the movie | ] |
I went to the video store yesterday in a search for passive entertainment and came away with a few choice movies. That is to say, they were my choice, not that they were in fact quality films.
I found a comfortable chair, a footrest, and a couple cans of soda, so as to minimize the need to move for as long as possible and proceeded to let my muscles atrophy. I started with The Librarian staring Noah Wiley. After that I put in Simone with Al Pacino. Both decent flicks, but that isn't saying much considering I watched The Pacifier staring Vin Diesel in the theatre and actually came away sort of liking it. Next, I watched Lost in Space, the remake with Matt LeBlanc. Lost in Space assured me that I had reached the lowest level of brain activity you can reach this side of a coma. Which of course was what I was aiming at. I then decided to see how far I could push it and put in my big hitter. I put in Spacerage. Spacerage is an early 80s Scifi B-movie about criminals on a prison planet attempting to escape, pretty much the same as all scifi movies of the era and it did not disappoint. By the time the bad guys killed the good guys and the lone good guy killed the head bad guy, my brain was poised to leak out of my ears. I considered my time well spent and decided I earned a handful of cigarettes and sleep. Now, after a morning of running errands and mowing the lawn, I am about to put in the last of the movies I rented. I am about to watch Rose Red, the 4 and some hour long movie by Steven King. I held off on watching it before today because I feel I should actually process what I am watching in order to appreciate it as it deserves.
*Cue dramatic music*
Now for our feature presentation... |
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| Deep in the laboratory of a mad scientist... |
[Oct. 4th, 2005|02:28 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crazy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | watching Red Dwarf, does that count? | ] |
I-gor, look! Its Pseudo-alive! BWAAAHAHA! After hours of harnessing electricity, opening browsers, downloading software, attempting to spell, I have done it! I have finally created this "live" journal! *rubs hands together* Now all I have to do is release it among the unsuspecting populace and watch as the very fabric of their social structure unravels! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHA! *whew* I need a smoke. |
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