Hmmm, I should Tivo that Andy Barker.
Today's Minor Annoyance: I'm reading the Slate review of TAL on Showtime. They have a preview of the Chris Ware animation of one bit about elementary school kids who create fake cardboard tv cameras. And the climax is: there was a fight on the playground and the kids crowded around and pretended to shoot it on their cameras and
didn't break up the fight.
And there's much pooh-poohing about how they lost their humanity when they had the cameras and didn't intervene, but
kids always stand around in a circle and watch a fight.
They don't break it up. It wasn't fucking Kitty Genovese! Dipshits.
Otherwise I liked the Chris Ware animation.
Makes it a little difficult to take her judgement of good taste in design seriously.
amen. I swear, each time we see the judging room, I have to brace myself before I see her outfit. I mean, remember the crimped hair? I gasped out loud. I couldnt figure out why she looked like Faye Dunaway.
Just thinking about going carb-less for, like, an hour makes me twitchy.
I am SO over that. Had sushi for dinner, which was pretty nice, but the half-orange they served after the meal (complimentary, to boot) sent me places one shouldn't be in public. I'm going to go snarf 100 miniature tangerines while I roll out my IT band and try and loosen up this one glute.
If one more person tells me "You don't
look
38!" I shall have to flip out like a mammal. What it is is that I really wish I felt young instead of looking it. My body is in full rebellion right now, and I have been going easy for the last couple weeks.
Ungrateful meat.
ita, when is the black belt test?
This Sunday.
Next person to ask me if I'm excited risks getting punched. My sister and father get into town tomorrow (and are staying with me), the biggest physical and stress-laden test I'll ever take is Sunday, and Tuesday I start a new job.
No, not excited. Appalled.
Seemed like such clever juggling at the time.
Okay, IT band rolled, glute manipulated. Off to finish Supernatural while I gnaw on more tangerines. Oh, and ice.
I totally did not want to know if you were excited about it.
I remember your descriptions of the previous tests.
Sounds sort of like a combination of a marathon, Hell's Angel's initiation and a Navy Seal stress test.
::weeps::
Yeah, something like that.
I really need the embrace of the Winchesters right now. Not that I'm not pissy about the way Dean holds the gun. Honestly, he held it fine. Next week I'll think that. Right now I just think about taking it away and beating the crap out of him.
I don't want to know if you're excited, and I think you
totally
look 38.
t backs cautiously away