Logged in to find hundreds of spam comments and only a few unfriends. Can't say I blame them, as there's been little to no content or activity here.
Well, for one, it's actually post on my LJ. Twitter and Facebook have been my primary means of reaching to the outside world. Grad school's been monopolizing a good amount of my writing and reading time, not to mention trying to fit in real life and WoW and a bit o' Magic from time to time as well. Since I'm slow, I didn't realize there was an LJ app for the iPad--which is what I'm trying out right now.
Clearly, I need an iPhone as well, as I'm sure there's an app for it as well.
So, how have you all been? With hope, things are well.
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So, what inspired me to write? Well, someone genuinely surprised me. And by surprise, I don't mean throwing me an impromptu celebration to mark me getting another year older, or that I was the Publisher's Clearing House winner of secret fortunes that await me. No, it was something a bit simpler than that.
Rachel, Jon, Abby & I decided, perhaps unwisely, to brave the throngs of muggles that also chose to go to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter last Friday. Clearly, we were nuts and it was okay because Universal was filled with nuts all around. So we fit in. Rachel went through the epitome of security that is the bag check line and I, not having any bags but the ones under my eyes, opted for the no bag line. While I was doing so, I chose the polite route and allowed a lady and her children to go in front of Jon & I. What I didn't expect was to have two guys barge in behind them and right in front of us. Now, I don't know their names but internally, I named them Mr. Clean and Little Mr. Clean as they were both shaved bald and had similar Mr. Clean-like builds. My first, and altogether childish I admit, reaction was to shove the buggy Jon was riding in forward quickly which, in turn, led to me clipping Mr. Clean and leaving him with an altogether uncomfortable feeling around his ankles. Not my finest moment, to be sure, and Clean and I exchanged looks not quite unlike Clint Eastwood, Eli Wallach and Lee Van Cleef would have done in a Sergio Leone spaghetti western (whichever one, you pick!). Some under one's breath comments were made and the line kept moving.
Now, one of my least favorite things to do is allow something or someone like this to control me in the manner that it did. And control me, it did! It set off my morning to a pretty bad start. This, along with the wandering all about just to get in line to get to the WWoHP part of the theme park, just annoyed me to near Patrick Bateman levels of hysteria.
So we wait in our first queue, then get into our next queue for the Hogwart's ride (not too bad of a wait at 45 minutes) when whom do we see in the same line? Why it's Clean and Little Clean. Again we went with the looks. No comments at all--others in line, had they paid attention, may have wondered why we held looks at one another for so long. At some point, we pass side by side one another and Clean leans in closer to me and starts to speak. In my mind, I'm trying to run through different scenarios--as I am wont to do. While doing so, I'm only partially processing what Clean is saying to me. He looked at me again and said, "Hey man, I just wanted to apologize for how I acted and what I said earlier today."
Honestly, I just stood there with a big DUUUURRR look on my face. The line proceeded forward and we met up, again. At that point, I leaned in towards him and apologized for clipping him with a buggy. We shook hands and that was that.
That was pretty classy, in my opinion, for him to do that. We could have both gone the rest of the day stewing about it. Now, I won't lie and say that the goblins at the bank made a mistake and threw a good amount of Harry's fortune our way--and Butterbeer was nigh impossible to try and get (as were the wands)--but that small gesture did help change the tone of the day. So, for that, I would like to thank whomever it is that I've been calling Clean. He's alright, that guy.
We were disappointed to find out that we missed the cast of HP at The Cheesecake Factory by a week--kind of bummed about that, but c'est la vie.
Oh, and when the guy spoke, he sounded not quite unlike Vin Diesel--honest!
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So, there you have it. All in all, a fun trip and quite educational to boot.
Given the amount of activity I've had in just these first three days of November I suppose that months flying by me shouldn't be an altogether new feeling for me. To date, I've worked until about 8:00 p.m. on two of the first three days of November. Sunday was fairly leisurely and then, all of a sudden, it was 7:00 p.m. By rights, I should be completely exhausted but will end up forcing myself to go to sleep because tomorrow is shaping up to be just as busy--except I won't be working until 8:00 p.m. (but will do so on Thursday). Next week's already shaping up to be very similar to this week. Thankfully, a week off at the end of November will be a welcome respite (AND there WILL be some Magic played with family & friends).
Was quite pleased with the updated V. Having watched a bit of the original again over the weekend (thanks to SyFy), I was reminded how horribly dated the thing was. Don't get me wrong, I recall being on the edge of my seat when it was originally on. Not only that, but I spent an inordinate amount of time drawing quite a bit of the alien ships, symbols and such. It's quite easy to see why an updated version was introduced--given the state of things lately. Still, it's a BIG risk putting a sci-fi show on against the much more inexpensive to produce scripted-reality programming that's out there. If things don't go well, ABC could just make it a single season thing--much like quite a few BBC shows seem to be and very much in the fashion that ABC treated Life on Mars. Need to watch the original BBC one, to be sure. I understand the ending to it is infinitely better that what we got in the U.S.
The next show I'm looking forward to is The Prisoner. I know the original by reputation alone, so I won't have all the baggage that fans of the original series will be bringing along when watching the updated version.
Yes, I watch too much television.
Oh, and I don't care how many Christmas presents you throw out into the crowd, you're still creepy Max Shreck--I mean, Christopher Walken.
Let me back up--so that you'll understand what the trigger for my brief (with hope) little entry is. There was some sort of Fall Festival in the downtown area of the not quite as smallish as it used to be town that I reside in. Rachel wanted to go, it was Saturday, so off we went. She was off to shop with the children for a bit while I took the car to fill its tires with air and then try to find a decent parking spot. So, my first interaction was running into a pair of small girls running a quarter lemonade stand with their mother. I politely declined their offer of lemonade, but promised to come back and buy some lemonade from them in a little while.
I figured Rachel would prefer to shop sans children, so I stopped and picked them up and went to see what's what. Immediately thereafter is when I was quickly reminded of what a non-metropolitan town it is that I make my residence in.
The next person I run into yells at me, "Hey! HEY! You speak English?!"
I ran through a gamut of emotions and scenarios within a split-second in my mind before responding with a smarmy, "Uh, YEAH!"
Now, I suppose that it's a valid question--not the question I would have led off with in order to introduce myself to someone else, but I guess they really wanted to know my weapon of choice when it comes to languages (and yes, English IS indeed my primary language--in case one happened to be curious about things such as this). Just a few days prior to this, yet another instance very similar to this occurred in Dillard's. It took about five minute's worth of conversation to get the salesperson to speak English to me. Seriously, they spoke to me in Spanish (fairly well, I will admit) and I replied in English every time. Once it got down to paying for the merch, then it was all English. Wouldn't you know it: I feigned a smile in each instance--though it's doubtful it was a very convincing smile.
I don't know, perhaps I'm stuck in a similar kind of mode that Richard Rodriguez found himself in Hunger of Memory...a kind of stranger in a strange land stuck trying to find his fit where he's at.
Now, I do admit that I embrace the nerdy gamer that I am wholeheartedly. This, however, is something that you may not be able to gather just by taking a look at me. Maybe you could--perhaps a random poll is in order?
I did eventually make it back to those two young girls and bought lemonade for Abby, Jon and myself (I DO like to keep my promises).
Neither the girls or their mother asked if I spoke English, so there is that right?
1. From Beyond
3. Blade Runner
4. Never Say Never Again
7. The Thing
8. The Gate
9. The Return of the Living Dead
10. Saving Private Ryan
11. My Life Without Me
12. The Sweet Hereafter
13. SLC Punk!
14. Suburbia (a.k.a. The Wild Side)
15. Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie
1. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
2. The Giving Tree - Shel Silverstein
3. Fly High, Fly Low - Don Freeman
4. Miss Nelson is Missing! - Harry G. Allard, Jr.
5. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek - Annie Dillard
6. Hunger of Memory - Richard Rodriguez
7. A Wrinkle in Time - Madeleine L'Engle
8. Where the Wild Things Are - Maurice Sendak
9. Blankets - Craig Thompson
10. Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America - Barbara Ehrenreich
11. Monster Island - David Wellington
12. Fight Club - Chuck Palahniuk
13. Different Seasons - Stephen King
14. Bright Lights, Big City - Jay McInerney
15. American Psycho - Bret Easton Ellis
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I'll stop myself at eleven points 'cause I can't think of 84 more right now and I certainly can't think of where I'd nail them to in order to give my weak points that extra *OOMPH!* so that someone will actually read them.