Random dumb thoughts

This page is to put those little weirdnesses of life that don't really fit anywhere else, or aren't worth a page of their own

Friday, January 30, 2004

Okay, some really random thoughts today. Firstly, I took a look at Bet's movie page. She's way ahead of me for the year, but as I looked through the list I noticed that she gave Operation Petticoat (the original, not the 70s or 80s tv series) TWO STARS! The only other movie she gave such a low rating to was....Mars Attacks! She gives it a "not much".

I was gobsmacked. Bumfuzzled. This is one of my favorite movies ever. Cary Grant. Tony Curtis. Captain Stubing. One of the Darrens. Seaman Hornsby. A girdle that doesn't quit. We usually share a brain on movie and music likes and dislikes. Please don't take it as a personal attack, sweetie. I'm honestly quite confused. Did we see the same movie? Did I mention Cary Grant was in it? My universe is topsy-turvy.

Okay, to be fair to the Betster, that's not the only reason I'm a bit kerfuffled this evening. At about 9 pm this evening the phone rings. I answer it and it turns out it's the guy in the cubicle across from me at work, calling to ask me out. We have absolutely nothing in common, and I have absolutely no interest. Have I finally reached that point where guys think, "hey, I'm single, you're single, how 'bout it?". I said no for this weekend (that's another thing, waiting until Friday night to call...sheesh. Thankfully I had just made plans for Saturday night about ten minutes before :-)), and was extremely non-committal about the follow up. I guess I'm all bothered because:
1) He called me at home. Those cards for contact information are NOT supposed to be used for this purpose. I realize that it's mildly more appropriate than at work in some odd way, but I'm home, it's after 9 pm, so now you're really intruding on me time.
2) He sits the cubicle across from me. He's the only other living being I can see from my actual desk. Not like that's awkward or anything.
3) I feel like I've been ambushed. We occasionally talk from time to time, and what we usually discover is how we are absolutely opposites. And not my age group. Do I really give off an air of desperation?

Only positive -- he's got only two more weeks at that desk, and then its rightful owner returns. He's a decent enough guy, not a creep or anything, but I don't think the "one-date rule" applies here (you get one date if you're not a psycho or make sculptures from Velveeta cheese in my image). We've talked enough for me to know that we're not ever destined to be any kind of item, and we work together. I'm not thrilled about dating from work, and he's not the one I'd overlook that for. And he's not so horrible that if I'd known he was looking, I might actually have had people to fix him up with.

Why can I always see other people's relationships about to happen, and get ambushed like this every time, and not in a good way? No cloo.

And tonight I watched the Squeeze "Bands Reunited" episode. I'm not remotely surprised by the outcome -- most of the players reacted exactly like I thought they would. I do wonder how Glenn came across to people who haven't met him or followed him for a long time. I thought he was funny and exhibited his usual wit, but I thought he might have come across as a jerk if you didn't know his style. And I loved how they were all very English about the whole thing -- exceedingly polite on camera, even when they were appalled at one thing or another. Amer really came across worse than usual today. I don't think he was prepared to do battle with people who were actually quite intelligent and could eat his lunch, especially in the banter department and do what he does for a living a thousand times better (Jools). I'll leave it there for now, as I don't want to spoil it for the few west-coasters who might read this blog in the next two hours.

Wow. That's a lot of blog. I expect that'll take it out of me for another two weeks.

.: posted by Lily Friday, January 30, 2004

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Oh boy, are we in trouble now. Today I finally activated my iTunes account. It's a good thing that I don't have a really fast connection, or else all my practicing being poor in preparation for buying a ridiculously overpriced condo would be shot to hell.

Well, today's tunes are at least justifiable -- the choir has a concert in February, and I just got the sheet music. Benjamin Britten is a bitch to learn, and no staring at the notes is going to help at all before the first rehearsal. So it was off to iTunes to see the songs were there. The Britten were, but none of the John Rutter songs were. Oh well, Rutter is usually much easier to learn.

.: posted by Lily Wednesday, January 28, 2004

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Sick Day

So today's a sick day day. I think my body is still trying to figure out whether to have a full blown cold or just dance around it. Thank god for zinc lozenges -- I've been taking them religiously since the first tickly throat last Thursday, and to be honest, I've not been much sicker than that, a little tired, a little scratchy, and a little bleh. However if this is as sick as I get, it's wonderful. This is one of those iffy-sick days where if I had only felt the way I do now, I would have gone to work. However, we've got the remnants of a snow storm, a new ice storm and more snow on the way, which means that my car is undriveable on the hills around here. This means....taking the bus, which involves getting up at 4:30 to get to the main bus terminal by 6 am (on foot, although yesterday I got lucky and another bus happened to pass me on the way to the terminal so I got a lift), waiting around in the cold if the bus is late, and then having to rely upon the bus to get home (and the 5:09 has a really rotten track record on showing up). You have to be there at 6 am, because history has proven that on snow days with bad roads, the first bus of the day leaves on time and shows up, but all the others that are coming from somewhere else often don't ever turn up. However, if I was feeling great, I'd have done it -- I did it for about two weeks in a row last winter. So it's one of those confluences of events -- with something like three months of sick leave banked, I'm taking a day.

What's on the agenda? Well, I watched the Oscar nominations live -- and having only seen a very few of the movies that are in the running (Lost in Translation, most of Finding Nemo on DVD in Kansas, and most of Pirates of the Caribbean several times (it was on the repeating loop of movies on the airplane home) I've decided to unscientifically throw all my support to Lost in Translation -- I'm pulling for that one in all categories. I don't know why I have such an aversion to the Lord of the Rings movies -- I haven't seen any of them, they've done nothing to me, but I just have this feeling that it's somehow wrong to heap all of the movie awards on it. Ditto Seabiscuit. Absolutely no desire to see it. And yet again, an actress is getting critical acclaim for her "bravery" in putting on 30 pounds for a movie role. While I realize that women in Hollywood would rather die than get fat (and in the interest of full disclosure I will admit that I've been there at times in my life -- over it now, I'm just mildly disgusted that my wardrobe no longer fits and am mildly resigned to another round of dieting and viewing food as the enemy), it's NOT a noble thing to do. Ask most women in America -- it's one of the easiest things in the world, and normal women not in Hollyweird do it all the time.

Other things on the agenda? Finishing the book I'm reading ("It Must Have Been Something I Ate", by Jeffrey Steingarten, more essays from the worlds most manic and anal food writer -- funny as heck), going to the gym for a little bit (I told you I wasn't at death's door, just icky), and sitting on my ass. Woo hoo! Oh yeah, and blogging. Well, at least two things will be done.

.: posted by Lily Tuesday, January 27, 2004

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