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Mar. 5th, 2006 12:06 amLong time no update. So, without further ado:
--Jen and Alexi's wedding today! Soooo cute. Will post my pictures later. Saw Caroline there, caught up on Mexico and all. Realized during the Meeting that I've been to more same-sex weddings than opposite-sex weddings, and almost no non-Quaker weddings.
Amy's getting married in June. Scary. The first of my friends to "go".
--Finished SG-1 Season 8 today. I am the sad. I already consider Season 9 to be only animated fanfic. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. I survived Season 6 without Daniel, after all. But only because I knew he'd be coming back!
--Teh Boss, yesterday: "J, are the clothes in the dryer yours?"
Moi: "No."
Boss: "Um, could you take them out so that I can do house laundry?"
Me: "Uh, sure... why can't you take them out yourself?"
Boss: "There's... lingerie... in there and I... well--"
Me: "Got it." While thinking, Heh, sixty years old and scared of lingerie.
Boss: "There's some things it's not appropriate for me to know about my employees."
Cut to fifteen minutes later, when I have found three thongs and a g-string. Me: There's some things I never wanted to know about my coworkers.
Kind of shoots her image of "the good little Muslim girl" to all hell.
--Oscars. I want Crash to win Best Picture. Look, I liked Brokeback Mountain. But it was more a symbol. While a good movie, it was not the best movie. Sure the symbolism would be great if it won. But if we're going on merit alone, Crash is the one that still gnaws at me. I think it's the deeper film. And really, Brokeback Mountain was not made with me as the audience in mind. It said profound things about human beings--profound things that I already knew. With Crash, while it was things I already knew, they were set in a new way. A sucker-punch, emotionally manipulative, and damn good.
--Um. I know there was something else I was going to post about. The way my computer's falling apart, maybe. Or maybe not. I forget. But I will not blather about my deep and unholy love for the character of Harry Maybourne. Bad enough I'm hooked on the damn show, I'm not going to spam my flist about it. I'm not, damn it! *runs away*
--Jen and Alexi's wedding today! Soooo cute. Will post my pictures later. Saw Caroline there, caught up on Mexico and all. Realized during the Meeting that I've been to more same-sex weddings than opposite-sex weddings, and almost no non-Quaker weddings.
Amy's getting married in June. Scary. The first of my friends to "go".
--Finished SG-1 Season 8 today. I am the sad. I already consider Season 9 to be only animated fanfic. Maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised. I survived Season 6 without Daniel, after all. But only because I knew he'd be coming back!
--Teh Boss, yesterday: "J, are the clothes in the dryer yours?"
Moi: "No."
Boss: "Um, could you take them out so that I can do house laundry?"
Me: "Uh, sure... why can't you take them out yourself?"
Boss: "There's... lingerie... in there and I... well--"
Me: "Got it." While thinking, Heh, sixty years old and scared of lingerie.
Boss: "There's some things it's not appropriate for me to know about my employees."
Cut to fifteen minutes later, when I have found three thongs and a g-string. Me: There's some things I never wanted to know about my coworkers.
Kind of shoots her image of "the good little Muslim girl" to all hell.
--Oscars. I want Crash to win Best Picture. Look, I liked Brokeback Mountain. But it was more a symbol. While a good movie, it was not the best movie. Sure the symbolism would be great if it won. But if we're going on merit alone, Crash is the one that still gnaws at me. I think it's the deeper film. And really, Brokeback Mountain was not made with me as the audience in mind. It said profound things about human beings--profound things that I already knew. With Crash, while it was things I already knew, they were set in a new way. A sucker-punch, emotionally manipulative, and damn good.
--Um. I know there was something else I was going to post about. The way my computer's falling apart, maybe. Or maybe not. I forget. But I will not blather about my deep and unholy love for the character of Harry Maybourne. Bad enough I'm hooked on the damn show, I'm not going to spam my flist about it. I'm not, damn it! *runs away*