When Irish eyes are smiling
Mar. 17th, 2006 07:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vovatI really don't have much to talk about, so I might as well just do a run-down of what I did in the past few days. None of it is all that interesting, but I feel like I should update with SOMETHING.
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bethje, her cousin Alyssa, and I went to Friday's for dessert. I ordered the single Oreo Madness, but they gave me a double instead. This would normally be a good thing, and I guess it was even this time, but I was already pretty full. If you'll recall, this was the day I had had the Pizza Hut lunch buffet in the afternoon, plus I had a meatball sandwich for dinner.
On Wednesday, Beth and I went out shopping with Dorothea (who, for those of you who have trouble keeping track is Beth's cousin and Alyssa's sister), and then saw Alyssa's boyfriend's family's two Great Danes. I don't think I've ever actually seen a Great Dane up close before, but they're just as big as I expected, and friendly as well. (Well, those two were friendly, anyway, and I think the breed is generally supposed to be.) I know Beth wants a Great Dane, or some other variety of enormous dog. We then went with Alyssa to Denny's, since I hadn't been there in a while, and I had a taste for greasy breakfast food served at night. I ended up having the Meat Lovers' Scramble, which comes with pancakes.
That night (I THINK it was that night, anyway), I had a dream where I was at home at taking a shower when I remembered that I said I would go to Beth's house that night. I was trying to find a place for my wet towel when some people came to the door. I thought at first that my mom was there, but it turned out to be my sister with a man and a woman, apparently from some organization that was going to check out the house. I took an immediate dislike to the woman, so I followed her up to the bathroom where I had just bathed, and started cursing her out, and then physically attacking her. I'm not sure why, but I always have dreams where I get really mad at someone, usually for a minor reason, and they stay annoyingly calm throughout the whole thing.
I also remember an earlier part of the same dream, where I was sitting in my living room and discussing a new chess set with some girl who happened to be there. I know there was more to the dream as well, but I can't remember any more of it.
On Thursday, Beth and I went to the Berlin Farmers' Market. That place reminds me of a farmers' market that used to be in my own hometown, but has since closed and been knocked down. It's a fairly dirty building with a lot of different independent stores, one of which had a T-shirt on display with the slogan, "When all else fails, read the instructions," and a picture of the Bible. Right next to it was a shirt reading, "Zero to horny in 2.5 beers." Kind of an odd juxtaposition, wouldn't you say? Other shirts in the store expressed the wearer's love for bingo; or the fact that, despite the wearer's advanced age, he still enjoyed sex. Another store had those pot-related parody shirts. You know, the ones featuring "Tokémon," "Super Marijuana Bros.", and "Chronic the Hemphog." It's good to know that there were shirts for just about every kind of person: perverted old people, religious old people, AND stoners. There's another store there that sells novelty toilet seats, including ones with money inside, and ones that look like they have barbed wire on them.
My favorite store there is the pet store, but by the time we had gotten there (it was less than an hour before closing time), they'd already blocked off the cages with the puppies and kittens. We did get to see some bunnies, though. I'm not sure why, but I always find bunnies to be really cute. I mean, I suppose that's pretty normal in and of itself, but Beth tells me that I seem to have a particular fondness for rabbits. I can't really explain it, since it's not like I've ever had a rabbit, and I'm not even sure if I want to. I just like to look at them.
On the way back to Beth's, we caught the tail end of "Hold On, Hold On," from Neko Case's new album, on the radio. That was unexpected.
Macaulay Culkin was on Larry King last night. And I thought his Growing Pains reunion was pathetic. {g} Apparently Macaulay wrote a book or something? Anyway, Larry asked Macaulay whether he knew Home Alone would be as big as it became. Everybody always asks that question, and the answer is almost always "no." I mean, what do people expect? "Yes, I am psychic, and I knew exactly how big this was going to be"? Some people mention that they have a feeling upon creating something that it's going to be one for the ages (as the old expression goes), so I guess it's not a TOTALLY invalid question, but I do wish interviewers would phrase it better.
On my way to work today, I stopped by a pizza place and got a personal stromboli. It was good, but didn't seem to be thoroughly cooked. I have to wonder if part of the reason for this is that the employees are constantly opening and closing the ovens.
I guess Scots-Irish doesn't count. {g} I actually didn't wear green today, but that wasn't through any conscious choice of my own. I wasn't at home this morning, and didn't have access to any green clothing. I probably would have worn it if I'd had it available.
My right shoulder hurts. It isn't as bad as it was last night, but it's still annoying.
On Tuesday night,
bethje, her cousin Alyssa, and I went to Friday's for dessert. I ordered the single Oreo Madness, but they gave me a double instead. This would normally be a good thing, and I guess it was even this time, but I was already pretty full. If you'll recall, this was the day I had had the Pizza Hut lunch buffet in the afternoon, plus I had a meatball sandwich for dinner.On Wednesday, Beth and I went out shopping with Dorothea (who, for those of you who have trouble keeping track is Beth's cousin and Alyssa's sister), and then saw Alyssa's boyfriend's family's two Great Danes. I don't think I've ever actually seen a Great Dane up close before, but they're just as big as I expected, and friendly as well. (Well, those two were friendly, anyway, and I think the breed is generally supposed to be.) I know Beth wants a Great Dane, or some other variety of enormous dog. We then went with Alyssa to Denny's, since I hadn't been there in a while, and I had a taste for greasy breakfast food served at night. I ended up having the Meat Lovers' Scramble, which comes with pancakes.
That night (I THINK it was that night, anyway), I had a dream where I was at home at taking a shower when I remembered that I said I would go to Beth's house that night. I was trying to find a place for my wet towel when some people came to the door. I thought at first that my mom was there, but it turned out to be my sister with a man and a woman, apparently from some organization that was going to check out the house. I took an immediate dislike to the woman, so I followed her up to the bathroom where I had just bathed, and started cursing her out, and then physically attacking her. I'm not sure why, but I always have dreams where I get really mad at someone, usually for a minor reason, and they stay annoyingly calm throughout the whole thing.
I also remember an earlier part of the same dream, where I was sitting in my living room and discussing a new chess set with some girl who happened to be there. I know there was more to the dream as well, but I can't remember any more of it.
On Thursday, Beth and I went to the Berlin Farmers' Market. That place reminds me of a farmers' market that used to be in my own hometown, but has since closed and been knocked down. It's a fairly dirty building with a lot of different independent stores, one of which had a T-shirt on display with the slogan, "When all else fails, read the instructions," and a picture of the Bible. Right next to it was a shirt reading, "Zero to horny in 2.5 beers." Kind of an odd juxtaposition, wouldn't you say? Other shirts in the store expressed the wearer's love for bingo; or the fact that, despite the wearer's advanced age, he still enjoyed sex. Another store had those pot-related parody shirts. You know, the ones featuring "Tokémon," "Super Marijuana Bros.", and "Chronic the Hemphog." It's good to know that there were shirts for just about every kind of person: perverted old people, religious old people, AND stoners. There's another store there that sells novelty toilet seats, including ones with money inside, and ones that look like they have barbed wire on them.
My favorite store there is the pet store, but by the time we had gotten there (it was less than an hour before closing time), they'd already blocked off the cages with the puppies and kittens. We did get to see some bunnies, though. I'm not sure why, but I always find bunnies to be really cute. I mean, I suppose that's pretty normal in and of itself, but Beth tells me that I seem to have a particular fondness for rabbits. I can't really explain it, since it's not like I've ever had a rabbit, and I'm not even sure if I want to. I just like to look at them.
On the way back to Beth's, we caught the tail end of "Hold On, Hold On," from Neko Case's new album, on the radio. That was unexpected.
Macaulay Culkin was on Larry King last night. And I thought his Growing Pains reunion was pathetic. {g} Apparently Macaulay wrote a book or something? Anyway, Larry asked Macaulay whether he knew Home Alone would be as big as it became. Everybody always asks that question, and the answer is almost always "no." I mean, what do people expect? "Yes, I am psychic, and I knew exactly how big this was going to be"? Some people mention that they have a feeling upon creating something that it's going to be one for the ages (as the old expression goes), so I guess it's not a TOTALLY invalid question, but I do wish interviewers would phrase it better.
On my way to work today, I stopped by a pizza place and got a personal stromboli. It was good, but didn't seem to be thoroughly cooked. I have to wonder if part of the reason for this is that the employees are constantly opening and closing the ovens.
 | If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Pyotr Chaikovsky. I AM the Real Chaikovsky! Considered by most Westerners to be the greatest Russian composer of all, most late 19th Century Russians think I'm actually too Westernized in my musical tendencies. Despite this criticism, as well as the flak I had to take for my preference of Y-chromosomes, my ballets "The Nutcracker" and "Swan Lake" are upheld as among the greatest and most popular pieces of all time. Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test |
| You're 20% Irish |
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I guess Scots-Irish doesn't count. {g} I actually didn't wear green today, but that wasn't through any conscious choice of my own. I wasn't at home this morning, and didn't have access to any green clothing. I probably would have worn it if I'd had it available.
My right shoulder hurts. It isn't as bad as it was last night, but it's still annoying.
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Date: 2006-03-18 01:12 am (UTC)the "zero to horny" reminds me of a slogan from Penny Arcade : "I'm going from zero to drunk in twenty dollars." Although I think the one from penny arcade is infinitelyl funnier, seeing that it's being said by a DivX player.
I like Macauly Culkin, and I want to read his book. I think he's a stand up kid, for his situation and all. But I agree with you, questions like that are very stupid. Especially when barked by Larry King.
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:15 pm (UTC)Them's fightin' words!
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Date: 2006-03-18 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-18 10:59 am (UTC)ooh, i love "p.s.o.k." - do you know where i could find an mp3 of that?
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:17 pm (UTC)ooh, i love "p.s.o.k." - do you know where i could find an mp3 of that?
http://community.livejournal.com/tmbg/564434.html