Happy Birthday, Peter!
It's been a good day, I think. Good haul of presents, family visiting, delicious dinner at Ta Ra Rin aka ThaiHop, followed by Batman Begins, which was quite enjoyable. Highlights included pretty much all the acting except Katie freaking Holmes, but if I squint real hard I can pretend she was comic relief. After all, the moral of her arc seems to have been "Gee, Bruce, now that it turns out you don't suck, I don't like you anymore." Also, her nipples? Totally an homage to those godawful Batsuit-nipples from the movie(s) we're trying to forget about. Yeah. My only other significant complaint is about the fight scenes? Ouchie. Hard to watch, let alone tell what is going on. Christopher Nolan clearly still has a bit to learn about that. But I digress.
Happy Birthday, Peter!
So. The plan for tomorrow (technically today, Wednesday 8 December 2004) is breakfast/brunch at Morning Glory before we hit the road for Portland with the Boothes and a whole messload of chocolate chip cookies. We will be visiting Peter's cousin and of course Powells City of Books, where at 6 PM we're hoping to meet up with as many of chocolatesmudge, nedthealpaca, ideath, and the rest of their clan as possible. Now I go to send messages to ideath on as many channels as possible. But um yeah. If you can read this, and you see ideath any time before 6 PM tomorrow, tell her that there will be people who want to see her meeting in the Powells green room.
I just renewed my LiveJournal paid account. msmithma, this is all your fault! (And cubetime, you too, I think?) Okay, so Peter helped talk me into it too, mostly by guilting me about which of my userpics I'd have to give in and delete... I just can't do it! Ack! Also, I like wasting everybody's time with polls.
Right. I'm babbling because I don't want to go do laundry for my trip East, but I'm going to go do that now, really I am. Also I will have lunch. And I'm super-responsible in general, having left behind a lesson plan for the three days I'm not going to be meeting with my pre-algebra student as a result of this trip (even though the Learning Center's being really vague about whether they're going to find a substitute for me for those days or what) and gotten a bus ticket for getting to Portland ass-early tomorrow morning. Whee.... I mean, bleaugh. Ok, time to work on clean clothes now, and stop trying to figure out if it's possible to get to the 9 PM Amtrak Cascades if my plane gets into PDX at 8 PM....
Ok, so this weekend was the first time I worked on Saturday and/or Sunday in like a month, but I let my grumpiness at not having many hours be known. One of my coworkers suggested that if I learned to open the restaurant kitchen, I could get scheduled for 6 AM shifts. Ouch, but at the same time, I could use the hours, and if I knew how to open, I'd be more useful in general, and thus more qualified to harass management for a better schedule and raises and suchforth. So I let the "what if I trained to open?" idea slip to a manager when I was signing out yesterday, and she said, "That's a GREAT idea! Can you come in tomorrow, just for an hour or two, to see what it's all about?" and suddenly it was almost like I'd promised I'd come in. So this morning I got up before the sun and started learning about opening the kitchen at the Glenwood.( Turns out it's pretty easy. ) Today my reward (besides pay, that is) for coming in to open was a lot of good monkey points, a really bitchen breakfast (spinach-feta omelette with sauteed mushrooms and garlic) and a lovely bike ride home (I took the long way, east to campus, across the Willamette, northeast along the north bank of the river, and back across and backtrack east to our house, and it was great to get some exercise). Then I went back to sleep until 11 or so, and now I'm contemplating errands, albeit not very enthusiastically.
Hmm. On second thought, I'd better get out now, before my mom calls and talks my ear off about the past three weeks or however long it is my aunt and uncle (her brother) and their kids have been visiting from Holland (they leave today). Also, I want to catch the 5:05 showing of Whale Rider at the Bijou (Eugene's indie/art house theater, in a remodeled church --- so cool, and the closest movie theater to our house, woo!) I am way psyched about this movie. I think it will pander to me in all the right ways, and wash away the stain of Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.
Yep, I'm a dork and I can't help taking notes on stuff that interests me. (I submit, as further evidence, Exhibit B: The Langoliers, based on a recent rereading of that Stephen King novella (Four Past Midnight was just sitting there in the laundry room, ripe for the borrowing!)
Anyway, I'll just put these behind cut tags, since they're mostly for my own reference.( '10 Questions for Joss Whedon', 16 May 2003 ) ( 'Must-See Metaphysics', 22 February 2003 ) ( 'A Weekend With Buffy, Vampire Slayer and Seminar Topic' by Charles Taylor, 24 November 2002 ) ( 'A Vampire With Soul, and Cheekbones' by Joyce Millman, 12 January 2003 ) ( 'Getting Buffy's Last Rites Right' )
Oh, and while I'm being amused by the New York Times, here's a link I could not resist checking out: Big Hot Blurry Painterly Nudes! (Yes, that's the actual title of the article.)
Ok, so yesterday around 1 PM my post-interview nervousness wore off for real and I was overwhelmed by the urge to be horizontal. So I went to bed. I started filling out some student loan forms, but then I didn't want to get up for more information for that, so instead I called a few possible houses to rent. The first place I called turned out to be a fax number, the second had already been rented, the third gave me the "your call did not go through" message twice, and the last one was an answering machine. Blech, I thought, no more phone calls for now. And, taking a cue from the cat curled up at the foot of the bed, I took a nap.
At 4 PM I was awakened by the phone. It was cabanasloth, but I was too sleepy and stupid to make coherent plans. (cabanasloth still owes me about a dozen rude awakenings for the time I wandered into his room and flashed the overhead fluorescent light on and off to wake him up to go to the Motley, even if he doesn't remember this particular traumatic incident.) Anyway, eventually I woke up, more or less refreshed, and called Peter and cabanasloth and lusciousbrrd and got everybody to come meet at our apartment. While I slept, it had turned into a freakin' beautiful day out, good for walking around Eugene in. So we went to beer and food at McMenamin's on High Street, and then wandered around U. of Oregon campus a bit, taking the scenic route through Pioneer Cemetery back to our apartment to hang out till midnight-ish.
When we got back to our apartment, we were greeted by a famous first --- cat yak on the rug. Iggy Pop gets big points for barfing on a removable surface and not the carpet, but still... eeeew! Anyway, now that I'm relatively awake and thinking maybe I should actually do something today, laundry's high up on the list of things to do, if only to save that rug from its nasty self. Also I found some more cat yak on my orange fuzzy, which is also unacceptable. Clearly, it's laundry time.
Um, nothing much else to report. We'll probably be going up to Portland some time this weekend to visit chocolatesmudge and nedthealpaca with lusciousbrrd and cabanasloth, and take our guests on the obligatory pilgrimage to Powells. Oh darn!
Oh, and in case I don't manage to get ahold of him today, let the record show that I'm wishing a very Happy Birthday to my cousin Mike!