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Snapshots of today.
Jul. 21st, 2004 12:32 amI learned tonight that if you're in a bar when very few people are there, and you're talking to the tender, and he's cool, that everyone who was there for an hour gets a free shot. Cuz, Daaaaamn that was cool.
"Hey, all of you guys in the corner! And you girls! And you two! You all come here. Here's some shots. Have one with me!"
Good, good times.
My bags are kinda packed, and I'm kinda ready to go...cuz in two days--I'M LEAVING ON A JET PLANE! I don't know when I'll (want to) be back again...
Foofle, hinder hopper.
Talking politics with my Grandmother is the most frustrating thing in the world. She can't argue in a way that a sane person can follow. Instead, she preaches--and only does so in really horrible Fox News style sound bites which are disjointed, often non-sequitor rantings which will always jump from The Topic At Hand, to Race, to "Those evil Liberal bastards" to "Those lying bastard Republicans" to "Jesus is my compass in this immoral and evil time!" I swear, if I have to hear "the world is immoral and full of evil" one more time I'm gonna go dunk my head in the toilet and give myself a swirleee.
And it's mainly because she always pulls it out of left field, and throws it at me like I disagree with her. There is never impartiality with her, and she always ALWAYS seems to be arguing both for and against herself simultaneously. And when ya point out what's wrong with her stance, she always jumps on the "I'm sorry, I don't have the education you have. Maybe I'm not as smart, but I only have what I know to go on."
And it's a pity party bullshite recipie, because my grandmother is a VERY smart woman, who plays dumb and older than she is. She's well red, and very well versed in the news (it's on constantly)--she hears and KNOWS so much. She just refuses to listen to what she doesn't agree with, and won't make connections where they are standing in front of her.
"...No, Granny...it's an opinion/editorial. Really. It's a movie about his opinion. He's allowed to have an opinion, just like you are. *I* get pissed because so many are calling him a traitor and unpatriotic because he doesn't go the path of least resistance. That's all I'm saying..."
"Son, there is a great moral depravity in the world. And with all of the things going on today, I have to keep myself informed. Maybe I'm not as smart as you and your momma, but I know that my rights are being trampled upon. I can't let someone tell me what to think. I'm tired of Christianity being trampled on as it is today! I only have the Word of God to go on. It is written that this would happen!"
"Baby, what the does that have to do with Michael Moore's movie?"
I keep trumping her by throwing out "It's not new. Remember: Nothing New Under The Sun." That usually buys me 2 hours.
I got to get a new chair at work, today. My other one--which is only 2 months old--decided to become an ejector seat and throw me forward everytime you even slightly lean. My boss sat in it and almost did a face plant in my shiny new computer screen. She handed me the receipt and sent me to lunch early to fetch myself a new chair. Rock.
I swear, whenever I gear up to leave, interview, etc., I either get money, or new stuff for my office (my screen was basically a dark black glow when my boss decided to go and buy me a new one), or an extra day or two off--or even some other random perk. Last time it was doin' an all expense paid conference in VEGAS! I'm thinking I'm getting a Russian Hooker and a Condo in Lake Taho this time around.
The family music and DVD collection will expand something maddening when I return from Canada. Mom has decided that she wants to know how I find so damn much music, and Movies, so I agreed to take her shopping at The WOW! Superstore (ie: Tower Records). She's always looking to figure out who she's been listening to, so it's off to the store we go. Heck, she just figured out that they have an amazing magazine collection, and a virtual toystore of doo dads, chachkis and Stuff. She only looks at the DVD's and only specifically. We're going bargain shopping for classics and those $9.99 wonders.
Right. Off to bed (first reading Cerebus. God these things are freaking Telephone books)So that I can survive the next day and night, and day and FLIGHT!
Dave and I have decided that we shall start the beer fest in the airport, continue on the plane, and PRAY that the fridge is already stocked at his grandparents condo. Really, what Bri Bri and Nellie decide to do is up to them. Silly pseudo tea-totelers!
