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channonyarrow) wrote2008-06-02 10:29 am
channonyarrow) wrote2008-06-02 10:29 am
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- I saw a car with the license plate "Jwalk" this weekend. No one will get this, but it gave me quite a turn, I can tell you.
- I saw three really good movies (Son of a Lion, Ben X, and Go With Peace Jamil), and one really really really really bad one (Strangers). It was a good thing the director didn't make it to Strangers, as I do think I would not have resisted the urge to say "Was it difficult to make a movie where the female main character has no motivation to sleep with the male main character, other than some vague idea that she's clearly a slut because she had an affair with a married man as her backstory? What about making a movie that fails to resolve the plot point of her being deported?" That's how bad it was.
- I spent an utterly, utterly enjoyable two hours between Son of A Lion and Ben X on Broadway. I got hair dye at the Metro, wandered into Trendy Wendy's and nearly bought yet another handbag (but it was round! and leather! and it said "revenge" on it!), then gave $.75 to a guy who "had locked his keys in his car". Note to panhandlers: I am more likely to give you money if you have an amusing story, but it's not too improbable. The tipping point here was that he was dirty "because he'd been painting in the garage" when he "locked his keys in the car" and "needed to go to Redmond to get the spare key". My ass, dude, but have the $.75. I found out that Mama's Favourite Piroshki, now called "Piroshki on Broadway" is still there, Jack in the Box is not, and Twice Sold Tales is gone from its location. I am pretending, because they are complete evil, that they're not in the new location. I'd rather be dragged backwards over broken glass and lit on fire than shop there. Then I went to Bailey/Coy, and got a couple of hopefully-good books (In A Sunburned Country and Rant) and remembered how much I love books. And I went to the market, only prevented from buying flowers by the fact that I was going to be at movies for the next nine hours. It was really fun to just be there and sort of wander along and do what I felt like. Not that I don't do that anyway, but it felt like it'd been a long, long time since I was either "on a mission" shopping or "making everything count" shopping.
- I'm starting to feel the urge to write again.
- I need to post to the game and tell them that I'm not dead, and that I am playing, and then get back into the habit of that. It's amazing how many habits I thought I had that I've broken completely in the last month of wandering through hell, like that my apartment is only somewhat clean, and definitely-not-inhabitable in the kitchen/entryway, due to my "sorting" technique of "throw everything ever out of the bag till you find the pieces you want, fail to pick any of them up, and then make an enormous mess with the rest."
- Or, to put it another way, I've given up on the corset coat 1.0 and am debating what to do with it, but I suspect "salvage parts and throw the rest out" will be the answer, given that it's irredeemably fucked, and am sewing again on that, with other projects in the works.
- Today I get my tattoo.
- I saw three really good movies (Son of a Lion, Ben X, and Go With Peace Jamil), and one really really really really bad one (Strangers). It was a good thing the director didn't make it to Strangers, as I do think I would not have resisted the urge to say "Was it difficult to make a movie where the female main character has no motivation to sleep with the male main character, other than some vague idea that she's clearly a slut because she had an affair with a married man as her backstory? What about making a movie that fails to resolve the plot point of her being deported?" That's how bad it was.
- I spent an utterly, utterly enjoyable two hours between Son of A Lion and Ben X on Broadway. I got hair dye at the Metro, wandered into Trendy Wendy's and nearly bought yet another handbag (but it was round! and leather! and it said "revenge" on it!), then gave $.75 to a guy who "had locked his keys in his car". Note to panhandlers: I am more likely to give you money if you have an amusing story, but it's not too improbable. The tipping point here was that he was dirty "because he'd been painting in the garage" when he "locked his keys in the car" and "needed to go to Redmond to get the spare key". My ass, dude, but have the $.75. I found out that Mama's Favourite Piroshki, now called "Piroshki on Broadway" is still there, Jack in the Box is not, and Twice Sold Tales is gone from its location. I am pretending, because they are complete evil, that they're not in the new location. I'd rather be dragged backwards over broken glass and lit on fire than shop there. Then I went to Bailey/Coy, and got a couple of hopefully-good books (In A Sunburned Country and Rant) and remembered how much I love books. And I went to the market, only prevented from buying flowers by the fact that I was going to be at movies for the next nine hours. It was really fun to just be there and sort of wander along and do what I felt like. Not that I don't do that anyway, but it felt like it'd been a long, long time since I was either "on a mission" shopping or "making everything count" shopping.
- I'm starting to feel the urge to write again.
- I need to post to the game and tell them that I'm not dead, and that I am playing, and then get back into the habit of that. It's amazing how many habits I thought I had that I've broken completely in the last month of wandering through hell, like that my apartment is only somewhat clean, and definitely-not-inhabitable in the kitchen/entryway, due to my "sorting" technique of "throw everything ever out of the bag till you find the pieces you want, fail to pick any of them up, and then make an enormous mess with the rest."
- Or, to put it another way, I've given up on the corset coat 1.0 and am debating what to do with it, but I suspect "salvage parts and throw the rest out" will be the answer, given that it's irredeemably fucked, and am sewing again on that, with other projects in the works.
- Today I get my tattoo.
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Seriously? That is awesome! JWalk for the win!
- Today I get my tattoo.
Good luck! The anticipation is the worst thing about it...once you've got it, it's great!
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Tattoo! Take a picture right after (or rather, right after you can take the wrapping off) cause despite the red skin the tats look awesome freshly inked.
Panic just wants to hug you! (forever and ever and ever...)
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I think the most amusing panhandler I've come across in downtown San Jose was the guy with the $200 or $300 sweatsuit outfit, and nice sneakers asking for change for a bus ride. I just laughed out loud and complimented him on his diamond encrusted gold ring.
Most of the people that actually need the money won't ever ask for it.
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And despite all that, Sunday was so nice that I gave money to two panhandlers without a qualm in the world.
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or threeIf the driver of that car was anything like me, putting Jwalk on his license plate would be like a lion painting Gazelle on its forehead.
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From that standpoint, I'd like to have thought of the one registered here, in Bellevue: TI 3VOM.