tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373294612024-02-20T03:10:51.438-08:00t-shirts and sneakers, every day. sometimes, a sweater.this is my blog. i hate descriptions of other peoples' days or vacations and pictures of scenery, so none of that stuff will be involved.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-53225926505540991662007-09-04T13:15:00.000-07:002007-09-04T13:18:51.648-07:00done with this blog!having moved away from portland, i no longer feel qualified to write this blog, although i will continue to wear t-shirts and sneakers, every day. <a href=http://bostonn00b.blogspot.com/>here</a> is my new blog.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-90043727553067030972007-04-24T21:02:00.000-07:002007-04-24T21:03:14.413-07:00celebration<a href="http://www.utne.com/issues/2007_141/promo/12535-1.html">this</a> is why i got taken to burgerville last night.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-67022833723204279782007-04-23T00:58:00.000-07:002007-04-23T00:59:06.406-07:00"giggle bite"<a href="http://www.overcompensating.com/posts/20070411.html">amazing</a>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-69431220785286178542007-04-22T12:46:00.000-07:002007-04-22T13:11:32.480-07:00i'm pretty sure that queen song about bi-cycles isn't actually about riding bikessometimes i think that if anything like zombies ever did happen, i would be the only one ready because i would be the only one ready to believe. i don't fall prey to the notion that i can fight just because i've seen a lot of movies with fighting in them, or even that i would be a survivor of some sort of supernatural disaster just because i was one of the first ones aware of it - in movies, those people often survive, along with a handful of people who were naive and just lucky, but in reality it would be people who are mentally prepared (check), rich enough to have just the right supplies lying around (crossbow, silver bullets, motorcycle), and incredibly physically fit. in some ways, this readiness for the completely unreasonable is an advantage. i would be one of the only people who recognized the warning signs for what they were (flu epidemic resulting in complete hospital blackouts, whole towns changing their sleep cycle), and my everday life is a little more exciting than yours. strange scratching sound - mice, or malicious spirit? flash of blue light - superhuman powers, or car hitting telephone pole? it's exciting to believe in things that most people don't believe in. in movies, once the curtain is drawn back for someone, suddenly good and evil become intensely clear and day-to-day problems, like money or grad school, just drop away. he or she is exposed to a whole new subculture of people, or creatures, who understand what he or she has recently come to understand, that myths are true stories and evil is real, but so is good. yeah, this has not happened for me yet, but i'm ready. it's a real shame that it mostly happens to skeptics though.<br /><br />my openmindedness has its pitfalls as well. on the other side of the coin it's called gullibility. last night i was watching "death of a president," a fictional account of the hypothetical events leading up to and consequences of the assassination of president bush, and i began to believe that maybe he is just a guy who got stuck with an enormous burden at the wrong time, whose values were right but whose actions just weren't getting results fast enough, that maybe 9/11 would have happened no matter who was in office, that protesters are maybe just too impatient and hate too much. <br /><br />in other news, i got a new bike yesterday. i got my tax return a while ago, and since my mom did it for me, my return was bigger than usual, and i planned to spend around 200-300 on an awesome bike + new helmet + set of lights and stuff so i could ride around with jake all summer. it's been getting warmer, and i've been watching people ride their bikes around on the esplanade or over the bridge and i've been getting pretty jealous. so we set out to the recyclery, planning to hit community cycling center and maybe this dude i know's bike shop over in nw. at the recyclery we looked at some as-is frames, some of them in pretty not-bad shape but still needing a little love - my favorite was a light green 18" columbia with working brakes and derailers, just needed some pedals, a seat and some new tubes - that the guy said $20 for. now, that is not a bad deal, especially if you know how to work on a bike. i don't but jake does some, and our friend bike master andre is pretty into it, so we were heavily considering it. then, the guy (who was really friendly and not condescending at all - jake and i both came out of the experience really surprised at how good we still felt about ourselves) was like, "oh, is this for you?" and brought out this little red huffy with pink (!) brake cables and completely new tires with steel rims (expensive), which had also just had a complete going-over, didn't need any work at all. it fit me just right, and even though jake says huffys are "a little gay," i liked it and i really liked riding it around the block. also, it's a girl's bike. mostly in portland you see girls and guys riding guys' bikes, but it is a girl's bike and i kind of like that because it won't jam me in the crotch at a stoplight. so we got it and it was $30. i ended up doing the whole bike experience for under $100, and that included:<br />helmet<br />front and back lights<br />four pro-bike patches, two for me and two for jake (both mine have hearts, one of his says the work "fuck")<br />bike<br />brand-new car rack so we can drive awesome places and ride bikes in them<br />yes!deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-45767303798428654012007-04-18T16:40:00.001-07:002007-04-18T16:40:32.893-07:00can't get enough. you know.<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grA6RKi9vG8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/grA6RKi9vG8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-4195330057811462522007-04-18T00:00:00.000-07:002007-04-18T00:01:17.818-07:00i actually really hate it when the cats fall, but it's worth it to see them jump really high<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIqhUCZgwXQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pIqhUCZgwXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-16183790599101145652007-04-17T23:40:00.000-07:002007-04-17T23:52:54.966-07:00i am pretty much over the whole wizard rock thingi realized i was just using harry potter as a crutch to avoid larger issues, and this was giving me a growing sense of impending doom, so i confronted most of them and called my grandparents. that always makes me feel better. here are some of them:<br />- where i will be in the fall <br />- staying here in the summer after jake is gone (probably no, i can't imagine some craigslist roommates being way into me privately freaking out and ignoring my needy cat)<br />- leaving would mean quitting my awesome internship early<br />- what if i fucked up this whole grad school thing and end up not doing what i want to do, or taking a long time doing it<br /><br />here are some answers:<br />- probably in boston, almost definitely not where jake is but we will try and make it work, it's only a year anyway and we'll both be real busy<br />- we can both stay til around the beginning of august so we will probably just get a two-month sublet together or something and ride bikes<br />- i would only have to quit a month early, and i think they will be cool with it<br />- made myself feel better and figured out a way to still apply for an MAT in the fall<br /><br />it's weird how anxiety and depression seem like opposite ends of a spectrum when really they are two sides of the same coin. i have been reading a lot of batman lately and i think that came straight out of a twoface pun. but really - anxiety builds up until it is depression. you get this feeling of helplessness, this unbearable restlessness, until all you can do is think about harry potter and not move. and depression, well, that leads to all kinds of anxiety. never going anywhere alone for fear that people will recognize you as a loser, never getting dressed because you look lame in everything you own, trying not to spend money for fear that one day you will be poor and go to jail over a misunderstanding. not that i have serious anxiety or am seriously depressed, but everyone encounters these kinds of feelings every once in a while. while i studied it, it didn't make sense at all, but now i completely understand why they prescribe anti-anxiety meds to the depressed.<br /><br />also, i just switched texting methods from the one where you tell your phone which letter you want by pressing the number a bunch of times to the one where you just press the number once, and it sort of guesses. it gets it right way more times than i thought it would and my life is suddenly way, way easier. even though the only person i ever text is jake. i would text my mom but her phone is broken.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-56069964063754083122007-04-16T12:45:00.000-07:002007-04-16T12:46:11.165-07:00knut<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZLKb_5S21E"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zZLKb_5S21E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />i like that he has his own opening sequence for just this one video.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-59279244643007950742007-04-05T17:55:00.000-07:002007-04-05T18:08:05.277-07:00if you want to go around thinking that you are too cool for harry potter, you can go ahead and do that, but you are wrongas you may have surmised from the video i posted, which i've actually never watched because it loads slowly and sometimes not at all, i have discovered a tween subgenre of literary rock, wizard rock. wizard rock is something participated in by hundreds of bands inspired by literary, audio, cinema and fantastical phenomenon, harry potter. these bands are often fronted by a singer or musician dressed up as and pretending to be a character from harry potter, who writes and sings songs from the perspective of that character. for example, some of the more notables and some of their hits:<br />harry and the potters - we've got to save ginny weasley from the baselisk<br />draco and the malfoys - my dad's rich and your dad's dead<br />the remus lupins - i don't remember the name of the song, but it's sort of pop-inspired with some awesome building keyboards and he says it gets colder and he has to wear his awesome scarf, it's pretty good. he's my favorite, although the whomping willows, the moaning myrtles, and the parselmouths are all pretty good in their own emo ways. <br /><br />well, it goes without saying that all of these bands can be found on the internet. where do you think i found them. it also goes without saying that i want to start one. we would be called "the ravenclaws", and here are some lyrics i came up with:<br />we are the ravenclaws!<br />we belong to ravenclaw!<br />we love ravenclaw<br />because we belong to ravenclaw!<br />(this would be accompanied by a small parade, where we bang on things and carry a flag and wear awesome scarves. it highlights how useless ravenclaw really is. i mean, cho is a bitch, luna's insane, and cedric is dead.)<br /><br />i saw harry potter holding cedric diggory's hand<br />ginny potter is a man!<br />ginny potter is a man!<br />this one would probably mean we couldn't play at "lumos," the big wizard rock festival, which has to be all-ages because most people in the bands are pretty little. the lead singer of the hungarian horntails is only seven. but that's ok because this will never happen anyway - i have to go into the basement to practice the drums, and the last time i was down there i saw a centipede.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-86891264418561023462007-04-02T11:45:00.000-07:002007-04-02T11:46:57.847-07:00things that amaze<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_TUcM5FsGw"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s_TUcM5FsGw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />check <a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2163075/">this</a> out as well.<br /><br />also, as it turns out, what i was hoping was portland's first superhero appearance was actually just a car hitting a lamppost.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-50423357275443616162007-03-30T23:21:00.000-07:002007-03-30T23:28:43.104-07:00whoa IIit's friday night in america, so we are getting in the car, hungry, at around 9:20 to take off for an epic trip to fred meyer's, attempting to plan our attack so we make it back in time to watch law & order with some tasty snacks. we get in the car, which is parked in se portland facing north, across powell from the train yard/omsi-related construction site. we see a bright flash of blue, almost turqoise light coming from around where water st. is. <br /><br />"aliens! superheroes! i think all the streetlights are out!" (me)<br />"what streetlights?" (jake)<br />"oh . . . i guess just that one." (me) <br />lights are on in houses, there's no power outage or anything. but i am thinking, aliens, superheroes, zombies, could be anything. what follows is a drive to freddy's, with me pleading with jake to just believe in those things for like five minutes. if he took me seriously, he could become a famous journalist overnight! after that i just forgot about it.<br /><br />UNTIL we got home and the clock was flashing. there was indeed a power outage, probably only seconds long because i was observant and on top of it. this led me to search for "blue flash of light portland or," which led me to <a href="http://www.nuforc.org/webreports/ndxp040504.html">this</a> website. <br /><br />whoa.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-70228318438737057522007-03-26T20:23:00.000-07:002007-03-26T20:29:02.188-07:00whoa<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lBQWUR3u7U"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lBQWUR3u7U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />news on the mouse in the house problem: there is a dead mouse under an overturned trap under the sink. i know someone saw it, because i had closed the under-the-sink doors with a big spoon (you know, through the handles, which would never fool a three-year-old but which would definitely fool my cat, preventing a different sort of problem altogether). this person opened the doors, saw the mouse, and just left it. god, i hate them so much. i have never felt such pure hatred for another person, except for other people i have lived with. just some of them, maybe one in particular. i left it because i don't want to deal with it by myself because i'll cry and be overcome by the urge to light a candle and have a small procession for this tiny animal whose back i broke because of my desire to not die of the huntavirus. i mean, sometimes you have to be practical. you can't live your life like every day is an episode of pete & pete. also, this person, either before or after the mouse's tragic death, i'm not sure, took the rest of the traps that jake and i had 1. bought 2. baited 3. set up strategically and scattered them around the house. what a retarded thing to do. someone is going to step on them. god, i hate them so much.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-53982219924684448612007-03-24T12:39:00.000-07:002007-03-24T13:11:38.566-07:00the important thing is, i survivedyesterday i heard on the radio that there is a man in Finland who ran thirteen miles over the ice barefoot, and now he plans to climb mt. everest in only boots, shorts, and a baseball cap. he claims to have an extreme tolerance for cold and pain. my first thought was that finally superheroes are showing up. then, i realized that he probably just has chronic insensitivity to pain, and has a dozen broken bones and frostbite and doesn't even know it.<br /><br />aside from this possibly thrilling news about superheroes, yesterday could have been a pretty bad day. i ate my bagel in the morning and found that there is a large chunk missing from one of my back teeth. i have no idea how or when this happened, but i can tell you the exact size and shape of this missing chunk because i just cannot leave it alone. it doesn't hurt because i think i had a root canal on that tooth a couple years ago, but i'm paranoid that it will start hurting so anytime i feel anything i start to panic about being in pain and then suddenly i am in pain, at least until i realize i'm imagining it. i went home and made an appointment at the dentist for 7:00 on monday morning and then went to take a nap, because anytime anything happens that i don't like, that is what i do. napping is my coping/hiding mechanism. <br /><br />when i woke up from the nap, the first thing i saw was a mouse running across the floor. i knew there was a mouse downstairs, in the living room and occasionally kitchen, and have been a little mad about that for a while because the reason the mouse is down there is because my roommates are incapable of cleaning up after themselves. but i live on the 3rd floor - how was a mouse going to get up there, i thought. well, probably through the walls, is the answer. the true horror, however, is yet to come. we only have one mattress. previously, i liked this mattress. it is a chiropractic matress and pretty comfortable. but, it is only one mattress, and therefore pretty close to the ground. like, a mouse could jump from the floor onto this mattress. i saw the mouse run right by the bed, inches from it, and i pretty much went into hysterics. not crying, but a little hyperventilating and also some hyperbole about how much i hate my roommates. jake came upstairs and i pointed out where the mouse was hiding, and we discussed our options while i was standing on the bed, pillows around me like a shield-fort, the cat cowering behind me, completely oblivious to what was happening but catching on to the fact that it was scary. then the mouse ran behind the bed. the cat took one look at the mouse and fled, and i screamed a little bit but just for a couple seconds. <br /><br />i immediately put shoes on, my first thought being, as it always is, rabies, and my second a host of other possible illnesses. then we picked up the mattress to try and find the hole, and found that on the side closest to the wall, the mattress had been stripped of its covering and a lot of its stuffing, a perfect place for a mouse to hide, right underneath us as we slept or napped or read comic books or held hands and watched the simpsons. that is the true horror. well, i had already decided that i wasn't going to sleep upstairs until we knew the mouse was gone, especially on a mattress so close to the floor, but at that point i was infuriated. i almost threw it out the window, but then i fell under the weight of it and screamed because the mouse might still have been in there. after jake lifted it off of me, we moved a few essentials of our own and the cat's (damned if i was going to abandon him up there, he was more terrified than i was, and also rabies) and moved into the previously-mentioned, still-empty room that my roommate is too spoiled to rent out to someone he doesn't know, although everyone he does know has too much self-respect to move into the shithole he and stephen have created. the room is ok. a little small for the cat, but there are two mattresses that, if we catch the mouse, we're going to move upstairs. i've been told i can burn the other one if i can find a safe way to do it.<br /><br />catching the mouse, though. how to do it? we went to fred meyer's, jake for some aspirin without gelatin and me for some mouse traps. secretly in my heart, i hoped that they would have tiny versions of the humane traps we had when one of our cats ran away - ones you put food in, and when the animal goes in it triggers the door so they're trapped. we never caught our cat in one, but we caught the neighbor's a few times and a skunk probably three times. but when i got to the pest control section, i realized, of course they don't make those. people talk a lot about animal rights and make noise about boycotting companies who participate in animal testing, but those are for animals like monkeys or rabbits. when it comes to an animal that comes into your house, they want it killed. we opted out of the glue traps, because what happens then is the mouse struggles to get out until all its legs are broken and then either you smash it or it dies of starvation, and also out of poison because of the cat/state of retardation that is apparently popular in the kitchen. i mean, who does not empty a dishwasher before putting dirty dishes in it, or leaves leftovers on the counter for two days and thinks they are still good? people who might eat poison, that's who. <br /><br />so it could have been a terrible day, but it wasn't, really. the tooth doesn't hurt and it's going to get fixed soon, and jake and i managed to squeeze a few laughs out of the whole mouse thing. also, two other possible solutions to the mouse problem, both of which i like:<br />get another cat who is braver and less useless<br />move out<br />if it doesn't get resolved with the traps in a certain number of days, i may implement one of these. yes. <br /><br />also, i am pretty happy that my cat was just as scared as i was of the mouse. i once read a short story where a woman saw her cat kill a mouse. i mean, they play with them. they are cruel. it's like the avada kedavra, mean and painful. she never felt the same way about her cat again. also, i have this impression of my cat as a huge wimp, and it was reassuring to see him act in a manner consistent with that impression.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-53486335392350966442007-03-22T15:26:00.000-07:002007-03-22T15:29:14.405-07:00Stan Lee Fan Letter ProjectAs you may know, Stan Lee is the force behind Marvel Comics and the contended "father of the modern superhero." Were I Harold Bloom, I might argue that he had invented the modern individual's sense of morality, but I think Harold Bloom is crazy and fat, so there you go. Stan Lee will also be 85 this year, so I feel that if you know who he is, and have enjoyed his comics or any of the other forms of media that have sprung from them, now is the right time to send him a fan letter. <br /><br /> As a pretty big nerd and fan of Stan Lee myself, I have decided to take on the Stan Lee Fan Letter Project as a way of making this easier for you. Here is my vision for the Project: I will collect hopefully a couple dozen fan letters for Mr. Lee and send them in a package with an introduction from myself, approved by those who have written the enclosed letters. I know that these letters will encompass only a fraction of the letters Mr. Lee must receive on a regular basis, but I feel that by sending them together we can provide an example of the web (ha!) of lives his comics have informed and the kind of community that they can create. If you think that sounds corny, well, on one hand, you're right, and on the other, you don't know Mr. Lee's comics well enough to be familiar with that certain brand of earnestness that is corny and compelling at the same time.<br /><br /> If you want to participate, there are a number of ways to do this. You can:<br />write a fan letter as a word document and email it to my email address (if you know it, great for you - if not just send me a message through the blog or something. can you do that?)<br />handwrite a fan letter, scan it and send it<br />handwrite or type a fan letter, physically sign it (which i think is a nice touch, especially if it's in a different color so it's obvious that you signed it) and send it to my address (same deal as the email)<br />or, if you live near me or work with me, you can just hand it to me.<br />Ultimately, I'd like to have this done by the end of next week, but if you tell me you want to send a letter I will wait for yours.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-21400077544236206682007-03-17T17:12:00.000-07:002007-03-17T17:17:28.959-07:00dear reptilian civiliani see you saw that i'm not that into you guys. that's fine. i'm not. i'm pretty sure you don't give a damn about my opinion anyway. i am a little sorry i called you "local retards," but remember, that's only one person's opinion, one that you don't care about. and the frontman does kind of look like a retard when he takes his shirt off. i mean, you've all got to know that already, so it's not that big a deal to say it. on the plus side, you guys have some really great hookups in terms of the shows you play. that must be really fun for you. see you around the bear paw.<br /><br />in other neews, i'm now an intern at <a href="http://www.tinhouse.com/index.htm"> tin house magazine</a>.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-16203286814175959592007-03-16T14:33:00.000-07:002007-03-16T14:35:29.092-07:00heading homei'll be there tonight. i love little vacations, and shepard's pie.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-33025253126160383622007-03-15T18:33:00.000-07:002007-03-15T18:43:09.884-07:00dear tiny readership<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Just_war_theory">here</a> is the wikipedia article on just war. it's interesting that it was developed and then polished by people of faith, yet our president who claims his own faith as a value has so blatantly ignored it. last resort? right.<br /><br />i've been having a lot of debates about faith lately. it's difficult because i'm not all that sure where my own opinion comes out, so talking about it to someone who thinks religion shouldn't exist at all, i feel a little picked on. i understand that there are zealots going out of control, and that sadists claiming to perform the will of or do things in the name of god, a god, or gods have been the driving force behind the majority of human catastrophe. but i also feel that faith can be a uniting force, and that any system of belief that encourages people to act kindly towards each other can never be a bad thing whether it turns out to be true or no. the argument on the opposite side is that the everyday people who are just trying to lead good lives don't do enough good to balance out the crazies in powerful positions, and so religion should be eradicated altogether, by way of a public interrogation of religious figures culminating in a. their humiliation b. a lack of proof that god exists, therefore proof that he doesn't and the simulaneous rejection of faith by people all over the world. of course, this will never happen, so why do i always get up in arms? because i think it's a terrible thing to believe. so there.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-56750711873906533932007-03-12T22:01:00.001-07:002007-03-12T22:01:59.884-07:00also rad<a href="http://beedogs.com/index.htm">beedogs beedogs</a>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-63961220662289104962007-03-12T21:38:00.000-07:002007-03-12T21:48:15.846-07:00a good use of the taxpayers' moneybut still pretty <a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/03/09/r2d2_mailboxes_from_.html">rad</a>.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-7527475560560190352007-03-12T21:24:00.001-07:002007-03-12T21:24:41.929-07:00fine, so i like cute things. like, a lot.<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4R6vMPYR1vo"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4R6vMPYR1vo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-49828567810498155892007-03-12T16:19:00.001-07:002007-03-12T16:19:52.312-07:00chased me outta there with a bamboo stick<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bA-DReZYftg"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bA-DReZYftg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-91292156327056190362007-03-11T18:39:00.001-07:002007-03-12T12:54:51.820-07:00get it together, moviesso i went to another movie by myself today. again, totally awesome. i laughed any time i wanted to without worrying about whether the person i was with thought i was a nerd. as it happened, the nerd next to me and i laughed at all the same times. i saw omega man, which was great. i am way into that post-apocalyptic stuff. i like to think of them as training films, with a plot. each one is another possible eventuality i have to prepare for, at least emotionally. charlton heston was killer and there were lots of interracial makeouts with one of those 70's afro women. <br /><br /><img src=http://www.moviegids.be/index.cfm/docSvWkrrmLWlCV0+prYKbWxQ==><br /><br />two things, though. i am pretty tired of visual cruxifiction references. i am also tired of every movie happening in new york. what has happened in san francisco that didn't suck? it's a pretty short list: the graduate, mrs. doubtfire, the rock. a lot of movies happen in fantasy places (hook, labyrinth), some in foreign lands (mad max, road warrior, beyond thunderdome, ninja turtles III) and a few in london (human traffic, 28 days later). a very few happen in the wildnerness (homeward bound) and a couple in suburbia (bill and ted, donnie darko), but other than that pretty much every movie takes place in new york (ninja turtles I and II, spiderman I, II, and more than likely III, pretty much everything else). why is that? if most movies are made in la, why do they take place in new york? life happens plenty of other places too.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-36748259853252502372007-03-11T12:52:00.000-07:002007-03-11T12:57:47.637-07:00friday night was pretty much fineit was fine, with very little eye contact and a lot of sweaty hands on my part but pretty fine. it was nice to see these people i've been scared of for almost two years now because they have changed too. they've gained weight and gotten balder, adopted makeup styles that make their eyes look small and piggish and grown small social awkwardnesses of their own. they're just people, after all.<br /><br />jake and i have this friend. he knows every little band in this town. as a natural extension of his ability to schmooze and through schmoozing bring people together, he's starting to plan parties. last night jake and i went to a party he had planned. as it turned out, so did an entire high school. it was hilarious to fall back into an old habit of making fun of an entire room of people at once, but i just hope no one got in trouble.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-2305707149720621102007-03-09T16:52:00.000-08:002007-03-09T16:53:23.390-08:00i finally have something cool to do on friday nightthe one problem is, i have burned a lot of bridges in this town. i just hope none of them show up. aw-kward.deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37329461.post-44321043556394090542007-03-08T15:21:00.000-08:002007-03-08T15:22:08.043-08:00i think the people in the background should be hugging them way more<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vakWAogvl90"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vakWAogvl90" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>deirdrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06014135998778120702noreply@blogger.com0