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Valentine's Weekend Bad Movie Log, continued
Betsy's Wedding: Alan Alda wrote, directed, stars. Five minutes in, I'm so bored I practically fall asleep.

Archaeology reading done: one chapter of two.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:59 PM | shower me with attention

I like this picture, because, as you can see, I forgot to crop it, and now, looking at it from Gina's computer is the only way I can get a look at how my iBook screen looks without a giant rip running through the middle.

I also like this one of Angry Guy, because he just amuses me. Doesn't he look like he's watching a production of Waiting for Godot or something?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:21 PM | shower me with attention

Gina is safe and sound in Kansas City after one of the most hellish flight experiences I've ever heard about. Poor pumpkin.

I've not read a single page of my archaeology, but I've knitted 11 inches of my sweater.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:21 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, February 14, 2003

I want. (Link c/o Nicole.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:32 PM | shower me with attention

Valentine's Weekend Bad Movie Log, continued
Cinderella II: Dreams Come True: Okay. I know that straight-to-video Disney sequels are bad. But I had to see. And I think this may be the worst one in history. Not only did they not even make an attempt to make the new voices sound like the originals, but in one segment of the movie, they went crazy with the anachronisms and had Cinderella throw a festival which included electric lights and a ferris wheel. The only saving graces of this dreadul movie are the old-timey Disney references: having the initial castle logo melt into Cinderella's castle in the film; showing fireworks bursting in front of the castle in the festival scene, straight out of Disney World, and giving red-headed-step sister Ariel's hairdo.

Anyay. This movie is cheaply-made crap.

(I wonder if I'll watch any good movies this weekend. I did watch part of The Philadelphia Story today, because I can watch that movie a million times and never get sick of it.)

Amount of archaeology reading done: 0 pages.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 PM | shower me with attention

The weekend's just begun and I'm already bored and lonely.

Call, SMS, IM and email, please.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:00 PM | shower me with attention

My Valentine to you, my friends and readers. It's green, like my heart.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:42 PM | shower me with attention

I'm in a weird place.

Firstly: I agreed weeks ago that I'd like to go with erin to see TMBG tonight. Then I forgot completely about it and arranged to come to Mint Manor for the weekend while Gina's in Kansas City all week. (She left me enough cab fare to get back and forth from the PATH twice.) So when erin called last night to remind me, I realized that I no longer wanted to go back into the city. I'd had the conception of me being here for four days in my pajamas, and the idea of going back into the cold-- not to mention scraping up the money to do so, at the end of my pay cycle, although erin offered to pay for the cab but I don't feel right about it-- to see a show, even TMBG, is just, blah. I don't want to now. So I'm a big heel. erin is very understanding but that's not excuse for me to be like this.

Secondly: Why am I watching only depressing movies on tv? Last night I actually stayed up until 4:30 am watching a movie I'd vowed never to watch: Shallow Hal. That one had three strikes against it: 1. I hate the Farrelly brothers. Loathe them. 2. I hate fat suits. Loathe them. 3. Not too fond of Gwyneth Paltrow or Jason Alexander, either. But I watched it anyway, because sometimes you want to watch a terrible movie so you can be appalled by it. The appalling part was, although it was extremely objectionable, it wasn't as objectionable as I'd imagined it to be. It was still horrible, but it wasn't, like, Kingpins or Something About Mary-horrible. I wanted to get madder at all the things about it that bugged me, but I didn't. Maybe I was too sleepy, or maybe I secretly do believe that the only way anyone would fall in love with a fat girl is under hypnosis. (One thing remains absolutely appalling, however: No fat girl would consistently dress like that. Maybe on occasion, maybe they'd even wear a bikini, but there is no woman that large in the known universe that has that many tight, sleeveless shirts in her closet.)

And now I'm watching Ghost World, which is a good movie but very depressing. (Where the fuck am I going with my life, blah blah blah. BLAH BLAH BLAH.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:17 PM | shower me with attention

Yay, Nick from phpwebhosting. Yay.

Behold our lord and saviour.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:23 PM | shower me with attention

I just spent a gazillion years making screenshots of the Tour of Duty DVD and now I can't upload them because I keep getting a "disk quota full" error message. This from the supposedly "unlimited disk space" offered by my hosting company. Maybe it's those unresolved billing issues, the resolution to which went in the mail Tuesady. I hope that's it.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:16 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, February 13, 2003

Asti suggests "Early American Ghetto" or "Colonial White Trash" to describe the decor of my home. Me like.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:35 PM | shower me with attention

So, ha ha, our new tv is too big to fit in our entertainment case. Ha ha. It is now sitting on top of a metal souvenier trunk. We're moving into Deep Ghetto in terms of furniture, here.

Holy miscalculation, Batman. Do you have a measuring tape on that Bat-belt of yours?

Did I mention that I can't get into my ceramics locker? I seem to have locked the combination inside. I was pretty sure I remembered the combination, but it doesn't seem to think I do. Now I
have to find a guy with a lock-cutting tool and get him to break ino the locker for me. Ha ha.

You are gazing into the pudgy, pasty face of a hapless fool.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:29 PM | shower me with attention

I am going to spend this Valentine's Day with my two boyfriends, Riley and Spike. I'll be there all weekend while their Mama is away in Kansas City. I expect a grade-A love-em-up from each of them.

I am not a loser.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

There are many rational reasons to be annoyed by my father (for example, the infuriating way his nose is always in everyone else's food and eating habits, like a vulture waiting for a half-picked corpse), but right now I'm fixated on an irrational one, namely, the way he says "fixin's". As in, "We can't have salad, we don't have any fixin's."

It makes me crazy. Fixin's.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:14 PM | shower me with attention

Went to the museum today with sis to get my archaeology assignment done. Rushed it so I'd get to school in time to finish my pottery assignment. Got to school and discovered, along with two fellow students and the teacher, that school was closed today for Lincoln's birthday. Even the teacher didn't know that. I think the two students and I should've gotten extra credit for showing up, seeing as the teacher was just as ignorant.

Borrowed some clay from a nice girl named Marina and finished my exceedingly ugly coil pot. It looks like something a four-year-old would make. But I do like playing with the clay. It feels so nice.

Throat and cough getting better. I think going outside helped.

I like how all three of my classes are related to another in some way. We're doing the human evolution thing in archaeology, and, coincidentally, two the readings about this history of science for my research design class have been about archaeology and evolution. Furthermore, you know there's gonna be pottery talk in archaeology, and we got a little bit about the history of ceramics during the first few classes. Total interdisciplinary fun goin' on.

Last night I dreamed that my family moved to a new apartment building which was situated above a library on the Yale campus. Somehow, Yale had been magically transported to the Upper East Side of New York. I was upset because even though our apartment was above the library, I wasn't allowed into the library without a Yale student i.d., and I had to pass the Yale students every day on my way to my own school. In the dream this was very humiliating.

I obviously have some residual inferiority issues to work out. Also, I should get an updated sticker for my school i.d. so I can use the school library without trouble.

Last night, Kirsten and I watched Labyrinth. I knew that Brian Froud was involved in the design, but how did it escape my notice all these years that Terry Jones wrote the screenplay?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:54 PM | shower me with attention

I've been a bad Mann fan lately, and didn't know that she'd be on Conan tonight until Conan announced it a few minutes ago! Good thing I was channel-surfing instead of reading about early hominids!

I wish I could tape things. Suck.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, February 11, 2003

I don't know why I never thought to look for this before, but see what I found: an amazing tribute to Horizons, my all-time favourite ride in the history of Disney World. I was very upset when it closed a few years ago and rode it as many times as I could while I had the chance. My sister recently downloaded and made a CD of the entire soundtrack of the ride, and listening to it with her transformed us both into children again.

I'm so glad this site exists. Now you can all meet Tavie II, the name I gave the the octopus pictured. She was a good friend of mine.

This ride exemplifies everything that I found magical about my childhood.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:49 PM | shower me with attention

Oh god! Look! THIS is the language I want to be taking!

Do you think they'll be offering it next fall?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 PM | shower me with attention

We're finally getting a new tv, so they've been cleaning up the tapes and DVDs and junk that have accumulated around the old tv, and guess what they found?

Remember all my whining and puling about A Muppet Family Christmas? Ha ha ha?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:48 PM | shower me with attention

Called in sick today. My throat is a column of liquid fire.

Today shall be a day of further archaeology studying.

Your phrase of the day is "punctuated equilibrium"; periods of slow, gradual development broken by rapid bursts of change. Evolutionary theory, sure, but also applicable to patterns of personal growth?

(Tomorrow's phrase of the day is "pseudointellectual babbling on one's blog in an attempt to convince oneself that one has been studying".)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, February 10, 2003

Pretty sure I'm skipping Research Design tonight. I'm feeling all kinds of cruddy.

I'll overdose on boring, boring readings tonight to punish myself.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 PM | shower me with attention

I can't deal with this task. It feels too much like being a telemarketer. All I'm doing is information-seeking and everyone thinks I'm trying to sell them Fuller brushes or something.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:55 PM | shower me with attention

I hate Valentine's Day.

Last year was pretty nice but now I'm back to Good Riddance, because everyone who would've sent me flowers is now engaged.

However, if anyone cares to change my mind, I am now accepting applicants to be my Valentine. I like sugar-free chocolate and yellow roses. The address of my workplace is available online, I'm on the seventh floor. Send presents.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:08 PM | shower me with attention

Hey, if this site disappears in the next couple of days, it won't last long. I'm resolving some billing issues.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:52 AM | shower me with attention

Oh, dear, Happy Belated Craig Day which was actually yesterday, by the clock. He is a man of great wisdom and cunning twists of phrase. I am a fan of his music, his prose and his lanky, slightly goofy good looks, in that order.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:39 AM | shower me with attention

Does anybody else get that thing where your sinuses start aching and you feel an itch somewhere deep in your nasal cavity and you rub and rub at your soft palate with your tongue to make the itch go away but it just makes it worse and you start sneezing and then you have a sore throat?

I gots that.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:35 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, February 09, 2003

Let's practice transcribing a conversation as it happens:

"Do you know, I remember the first time I kissed your mother? It was 1969. I waited until I'd gone out with her five times. We were coming home from a seance in Yonkers..."

"A seance?"

"Yeah, these people had a seance. Didn't prove anything."

"Wow."

"But, Tavie, I was very, very nice to mom, and told her I would protect her from strange men and dogs, and that if I'd met her in high school I would've carried her books for her and opened doors for her and carried packages for her, but I said I was glad I met her when I did 'cause I really was so much in love with her and I still am. I've never been out of love with her, 'cause she's my beauty."

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:33 PM | shower me with attention

Remember Gatorade� gum? Me too. I think my sister is buying some on eBay. That doesn't seem like the best idea, to me.

I haven't finished my dad's vest, I'm in the middle of a pair of stripey socks, and yet, I finally found a sweater pattern that looks easy enough to do, and so today I started my first sweater. The yarn knits up so pretty.

But I didn't bring it home with me. I must exercise discipline and finish that damn boring vest already.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:22 PM | shower me with attention

I've been reading about sleep disorders a lot lately. I don't know if it's a good idea or not; perhaps it's more likely to impair my ability to fall asleep if I'm over-alert to symptoms of various disorders. But I don't think so. I've never tended towards the hypochondriatic. So I guess it's okay.

I've lurked on the sleep disorder newsgroup for years, but only sporadically. Mostly the discussion there centers around sleep apnea and treatments thereof (C-pap, Bi-pap, all the paps).

Last week's cover story in the New York Times Magazine was about parasomnia, those really scary sleep disorders where the sufferers wake up bloody or try to assault their bedmates or eat gallons of ice cream in their sleep. I'm thinking that parasomnias are more common than we think, because just describing the article to the closest person at hand (Gina) brought anecdotes about people who do these scary things in their sleep.

I think it's creepy, not waking up after punching walls. I did wake up once with splinters in my hand; I'd apparently been dragging my hand on the wooden floor in my sleep. (My bed, being a bottom bunk, is fairly close to the floor.) And I think Spike must have bitten my toe a couple of weeks ago while I was sleeping.

But my sleep disorders tend more towards the Displaced Sleep Phase Syndrome, the unhealthy cycle of caffeine and melatonin dependancy, and the fact that there's just better tv on at night.

My part-time roomie is the queen of sleep disorders: chronic insomnia, allergies, hypersensitivy to light and noise. And now that I think about it, I can't think of a single person in my life who sleeps "normally". (I encourage you to chime in if you are one of the people in my life who do.) Everyone I know gets too little sleep, or too much. (The too muches are the ones who develop DSPS, by the way. They're in "drifting periods" of their lives, with little to do during the day to compel them to wake up on time, stretching their internal body clocks. I know I developed my DSPS when I was a high school dropout with no reason to get up in the morning. Even my dad is starting to get this. Since his retirement, he stays up later and later.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:49 PM | shower me with attention

What should I be when I grow up?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:48 AM | shower me with attention