Wise Words:
When life gives you lemons -- PUCKER UP!
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Friday, January 24, 2003
PICTURES!!!
(Note: The browser just crushed in the middle of me drafting this post -- would someone like to get me a new PC?)
Thanks to the current snow storm, I'm bored as hell. You can thank Mother Nature later. In the meantime, here are some purty pictures for your viewing pleasure:
Image one: we here down South aren't used to getting this much snow, so I chose to take it for the best. This was a decent shot -- and it was the only one I took, without needing a moment's time of deliberation. I would've taken more, but sadly the camera needs batteries.
Images two, three and four: these I took a while back but never got around to doing anything with them. In case you're wondering, the stuff featured in these photos is stuff we gathered from dearly departed granny's kitchen shelves. Yes, the stuff is scary. Yes, the stuff looks uninviting. And yes, the stuff stinks.
(Image two may not work, and I have no friggin clue why.)
Other than the blizzard, the week has been pretty good... save, of course, for the rejections I've encountered.
DAMN DUBYA.
13:15
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
[Editor's note: after trying to post this twice via newly acquired DSL last night, it apparently didn't work. Yes, I'm pissed.]
Oh-kay... I'm going to break my one-post-a-week habit and type now, cuz today has been rather interesting.
-- But before I do that: yes, oh Slammer, you did too mention literary theory. And even the likes of you couldn't be thrown out of an establishment so low-class as a McDonald's FunLand. Am I wrong?
Now then: we all know that I've been meaning to write about the SCSDB for quite some time now, but today was peculiarly strange. I got there late today (as I am wont to do these days, being the lazy bugger that I am) and when I entered the hall I was met by screaming. Loud, loud screaming, coming from the other end of the hall, a wailing whose forcefulness and amplitude could only be made by one who does not hear it. I also noticed a bunch of staff people -- only some of whom I recognized -- gathered there. Naturally I approached the scene to find out what was going on; but the people I usually get my info from (those who are hearing; I can barely follow hands even when they're moving slowly) were too busy to even notice I was there.
And the screaming continued, picking annoyingly at my earlobes like a woodpecker does a tree. I walked over to the little kids' side, where I'm more comfortable: one of the workers, apparently new to the school, doesn't know a lick of ASL and thus makes me feel good. I asked this person if she knew what was going on; with her inferiority complex (she knows that she can't sign at all, so she feels threatened by me), she headed over to check it out while I ended up babysitting for her. After a while, I figured out that something was definitely wrong. Indications?
- I overheard my supervisor saying something to the effect of "the kids have no respect";
- one of the students, one of the first I got to know, was in trouble -- and I got the impression he's a good kid;
- it wasn't just one voice I heard, but several.
After a while I finally found out that not two, not three, but four of the kids had gotten into a fight and were thus in ISS (Institutional Solitary Something-or-other), in which they were stuck in that room for the rest of the day. And, true to their word, the staff had someone fetch their dinners for them and bring them to the room. Talk about tough punishment. I'd love to know what they did; maybe I can usher it out of one of them tomorrow.
[Follow-up: today I found out that the kids are on probation for the entire week (ie, until they go home for the weekend). They must've done something seriously wrong; I have yet to find out exactly what. I asked "Quincey" what happened, and I think he signed that something was stolen... not really sure though.
On the upside today: got to know the one with the inferiority complex a little better, as she was alone with the kids today and thus was very happy that I showed up. She confided that she's worried about her job since she knows so little ASL.]
Also occurred today: the "Film Fanatics" meeting. I wasn't sure what to expect, even what number of people would be there, but it was a good-sized crowd for a first day. Five people showed up in total: yours truly, the director and her assistant, and the remaining two being a woman probably in her 30s and a man with a big mouth (and a belly to match). We talked about the subject at hand, meandered for a bit, then returned back on track -- you can imagine that the topics included Iraq, the 9-11 stuff, Vietnam... all the gory topics (it's a war film after all). Besides, Mr. Big Mouth apparently was stationed in 'Nam for a while as a Navy engineer, and we heard a good long spell about his time there. And Assistant Boy (from Arkinsaw), his uncles were in the Navy, all five of them, just like his Granddiddy, but his paw was gunna be in th' Army, and he's a-thinkin' that he'd be a Army too but his brother wanna goin' be Army, so he's a-ended up in Navy... but then he woke up one day and decided he wouldn't take that road. I was hoping that we'd get to talk more about the cinematic qualities of the film, about the dialogue, and about the directing, but alas, instead we heard about how twenty-nine year-old Assistant Boy spends his weekends watching between seven and eight films -- that's just on average (30s woman gave him an appropriate "get a life" look) and all about what other war films he and Big Mouth had seen in their long lives.
Hopefully after all this I can get back to Mohabbatein soon (those Romeos are sooooo ruinous they should be impaled). Oh, and one more complaint about my DSL service: ever since I got it hooked up, my browser settings have gone beserk. Perhaps I should devote a blog to that, heh?
17:22
Friday, January 10, 2003
This is getting to be fuckingly annoying -- I swear to god my DSL is corrupting my machine. First I can't hotmail, and now I can't blog!!!!! Urgggggggggggggh.
Right now I'm using the back-up dial-up account that came with my DSL to post. I don't know WHY THE HELL DSL DOESN'T WANT TO WORK WITH BLOGGER OR HOTMAIL ... but you can be damn sure that it pisses me off.
Below is the body of my original post (ie, what I've been trying to post for the past 2 days). I need to chew BellSouth out now.
MMIII and more (movies)
Geez-us, I can't believe it's been over a week since I last updated... and to think I got away with it too ;)... so I'm slacking. It's a new year, but does that mean that things have gotta change?
To fill everybody in: the holiday season was unsurprisingly uneventful, as my life tends to be. Besides an extremely rare visit by an uncle-aunt pair (an indication that the end is near), things were very much the same. Oh yes, there was the threat of World War III -- but oddly enough, we spent Christmas Day at home together. I guess one can call it a day of armistice.
Although the holidays were boring, all the action got lumped together into this past weekend, with an unexpected, very rushed rendez-vous with the Queene, which cut into my time to be spent at the Queen City (not to get the two confused). After a brief and as always difficult encounter with the Slammer, I met up with TLR and made it a Subcontinental night. I drove up to TLR's schnazzy town home, one of the newer models, after which we headed to Woodlands and gossiped over people we remember but would rather not care about. Before we ate, though, we stopped by the store next door to the restaurant -- and lo and behold, they had copies of Mohabbatein!!! On DVD!!!! For sale!!!! That made me bahut happy, since the last time I checked it was only available online -- and the shipping and handling would've been more than enough to cringe at. The storekeepers were very friendly; little do they know, though, that I'm an established patron of the store, and visit nearly every time I'm around.
Favorite subtitle from the movie thus far: "Those Romeos are ruinous" (Ye aashiq lut jaane hain)
Favorite lyric from the movie: "Boy, I promise you this / I won't rest until you're spiked" (Oye mundiya, vaada raha / Suli pe jo na tujhe tan diya)
More films: Last night's WC viewing was mediocre. The film's purpose was obvious and doesn't leave much room for discussion -- but then again, I noticed that with La ville est tranquille, too. Maybe them kids don't think much and need all the blanks filled in, eh? That would make sense since they don't even bother watching the film and are too busy snorting and ruining the viewing experience for the rest of us. Harumph.
Hopefully, Das Boot will be better. And maybe there'll be some breathtaking comments made by the group that shall convene come Monday. That is, if we actually watch the entire film before then (besides the fact that the film's over 3 hours long, there's a huge scratch on the DVD I checked out).
15:08
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