My mom was born in Alabama in 1931. She told me stories of being shot at while walking to elementary school. Simply for walking to school.There are other stories as well, but this was what stuck with me. She told me this when I was in elementary school, how she ducked behind trees while waiting for the danger to pass.
Last night, as I listened to Barack Obama's speech, I wondered what my mom would feel had she lived to see this moment.
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We ordered lunch in, and I complained loudly: "Aw! They didn't toss my salad!" And then fell into giggles.
Later, while snacking on walnuts, I knocked over the package and yelled "Oh no! My nuts!" And fell into giggles.
When, exactly, did I turn into a 12 year old boy?
(Also: one day I was transferring a call to my boss, and accidentally combined his name with the caller's and announced "Retardo on line one!" Luckily he wasn't really paying attention.)
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more cat pictures
Fortunately I've mastered the art of pretending to sneeze when I laugh out loud.
Anything that includes Chocolate Rain and the dancing banana is alright with me.
Have a wunnerful weekend.
Once upon a time I collected comic books. I had amassed quite a few Marvel comics- I couldn't get into DC that much. At some point I decided I had outgrown comics and passed them on to my nephew, but I still check out the odd graphic novel now & then*. I was especially into X-Men, and was slightly disappointed in the movies. Though, those movies were way better than the Fantastic Four movies (of which, I only saw the first. Blecch). Ah, well.
I didn't have high hopes for Ironman, until the reviews came out. Then Cheb talked me into going to see it this weekend** and ZOMG I GEEKED OUT. Really. I loved it- despite not being a fan of Robert Downey jr. or Gwyneth Paltrow.
If you haven't seen it yet, do so and wait for the credits to end. I told Cheb we had to wait, and the credits are super long. She wasn't as excited about the short clip at the end as I was. I think I need to get those comics back from my nephew so she can read them. Then maybe she'll understand why I was bouncing in my seat at the last scene.
* Not only that, I can watch Avatar, the Last Airbender over and over again.
** What can I say? The kid likes action movies.
I can barely talk about it, but I'll open up just enough to say this: I was seriously traumatized by the Chinese consulate this week.
I was attempting to get a co-worker's visa for a conference*, and ran smack dab into a wall of new (and arbitrary) rules. I've been there three times in the past week- once spending 7 hours on line- and got nothing. We finally worked something out today, but it was a horrorshow. The same time last year, I was in and out in 30 minutes.
How bad was it? I refused a direct order to go there again. I was fully prepared to be fired. I would rather be fired than go back- I would rather dance for coins on the subway than go back to the consulate. It was that bad. If my boss wasn't out of the country handling some other fuck-up, I probably would have been fired. But at least I wouldn't have had to go back.
(That said, I kinda feel for the people working there. Having spent all freaking day there on Monday, I hadn't even heard about the earthquake until I got back to the office at 5pm. What was going on in the minds of the workers- who also had to walk past the protesters outside?)
*We do a lot of business in China, and I have mixed feelings about this.
'Cause I been to California:
Where Mickey Mouse is such a demon. Where Mickey Mouse is as big as a house!
People, I'm trying to upload the pics to Flickr but my heart isn't in it. Not today, anyway. So I'll just give a brief overview of the trip:
Los Angeles is a lot nicer than I expected. Really cool people, beautiful views, and great food. (Fish tacos are my new favorite food.) It can be goofy, but I like goofy.
The drive to Santa Barbara was gorgeous. Even just driving around LA was fun. Hollywood Blvd. is ridiculous, but I did love being the annoying tourist for once (yes, I blocked the sidewalks to take pictures. So what of it?).
Universal Studios was exhausting, but fun. Disneyland was also fun, but not nearly as tiring. We arrived just before the park opened, and shut it down around 10-10:30 pm, and went on nearly every ride. I have heard the horror stories about 3 hour waits, but the longest we waited was around 20 minutes. Mid-week in April? Good time to go. And the weather was perfect. And also: SPACE MOUNTAIN!!!!
(A word about Space Mountain- after our second ride on it we went straight onto the Star Wars ride. Bad idea- I thought I was going to hurl.)
I wanted to visit this yarn shop, but I didn't have a car, and the route I mapped by bus would've taken way too long. Maybe next time? There was a yarn shop a few blocks from where I was staying in Eagle Rock (I found it on Ravelry). I stopped in one day and walked out with two skeins of Sockotta sock yarn for a shrug for Cheb. We also hung out a couple of times at this coffee shop. I really like Eagle Rock.
What else? We went to the Griffith Observatory, the La brea Tar Pits (tar!), did a lot of sightseeing (though nary a celebrity), and generally wore ourselves out. (Oh, and I'm now addicted to Trader Joe's greek style fig yogurt. Wonder if they sell it here?) I went to BabyMelt, which used to have tons of Cheburashka stuff, but of course now that I finally make it to LA there were no more. Something about U.S. licensing, blah blah. I did get the last t-shirt, so there's that.
Anyway. It was fun for the both of us. I'd do it again. But with a driver's license and a rental car.
Last week in Los Angeles I stayed in a neighborhood called Eagle Rock. I kept joking about wanting to see a mountain lion or a coyote.
Now it shows up.
(I joke now, but I'd probably be freaking out if I were there today. I'm such a city mouse.)
That's what I need. A tiny bit of elegance, of sophistication.
This morning, after a huge train delay, I got out of the subway and went straight for the coffee cart. A homeless guy scooted in line ahead of me, and I got on my cell to see if my coworker wanted anything. I then noticed that the homeless guy was wearing pink pants. Then I realized the homeless guy was wearing no pants. I went to the cart across the street for my coffee.
That is why I had to cleanse my emotional palate by watching this video. Because I need a dose of ladylike grace, which is apparent at the 25 second mark:
Now that's how a true lady makes her entrance.
I'm home again. We arrived Saturday night and couldn't sleep because apparently we were still on LA time. On Sunday we ran some errands, and were kinda grumpy about having to ride the subway. We both missed being driven everywhere.
We were also not happy about leaving 80 degree weather for 50 degree weather. And rainy, at that.
Monday morning, back to the usual grind: school for Cheb, work for me. But, dammit, we had fun. More pictures and commentary to come.
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