Alphabet Meme J - N
J is for Jello (claimed by biscottimoments) Wow, I haven't had Jello in ages! My mom used to make it all the time. I was rather fond of the raspberry flavored ones. I like it when its consistency is jiggly enough that you can just sort of suck it up. I hate it when it's really thick from sitting too long in the fridge.
K is for Kangaroos (claimed by emma_tennant) Kangaroos always remind me of when you play those games when you're little where you have to choose an animal that began with the same letter as your first name. If there was anyone else with a K in the group, it was tough because 'kangaroo' and 'koala' were always first to go. I'd have to start being clever and come up with names like 'kookaburra' or something.
L is for Lab Coats (claimed by pofo) Obviously, the best lab coat is Dr. Forrester's because it's green. How sweet is that? It's like... doubly evil scientist or something.
Proof:
I also quite enjoy Prof. Membrane's lab coat...
And Doctor Jones wearing hers.
M is for Movie Soundtracks (claimed by savvy_geezer) There was a point where I used to buy or download tons of movie soundtracks, but not as much anymore. I used to work to instrumental music because I didn't find it distracting. I still do, sometimes. I'm trying to think of what was the last soundtrack I bought. I think it had to have been Juno, though I don't listen to it much anymore.
The most I ever spent on a soundtrack was for “The Last Unicorn”, which was some time when I was in middle school, I think. At that point, it was very hard to come buy in the US and it had to be imported. I had to ask my mom to purchase it online for me (and I'd give her the cash). I was so amused that it said “Das Letzte Einhorn” on the cover, but everything else was in English.
N is for NYC (claimed by brewsternorth) Another topic I could ramble on for forever, practically. It’s a bizarre city. There is always something to do, so I usually feel pretty awful if I feel like I’m bored. And there’s plenty of free or cheap stuff, too.
A few weekends ago, I went out on an adventure to find Richard Hammond’s autobiography. I went to the B&N in Union Square, but they were out of stock. So I wandered over to the Strand (a very awesome bookstore). They were out of stock too, but their computers showed that they had one in their Annex down in the South Street Seaport. Having nothing better to do, I wandered down that way.
The Seaport is a huge tourist destination, so there were a couple instances of me telling people directions. I got my book (as well as a Stand tote) and headed back to my house. People were coming over for Who Party pretty soon and I had to get back to straighten up a bit.
Anyhoo, I get on my subway train, find a seat, put on the iPod and immediately start reading my new book. Only one or two stops go by before a man gets onboard. You see these sorts of guys all the time. They’re not necessarily homeless, but they look it. Poor hygiene, very dirty, and carrying a few bags.
Of course, the only available seat is next to me, so he sits down. Or tries to, but the train lurches and he falls into me. I seriously cannot stand that unwashed smell (I have issues with my sense of smell and taste) and it takes all of my willpower not to be grossed out and vomit all over the place. On top of that, he’s obviously drunk. He apologizes and sits next to me and I reply that it’s fine. But then he proceeds to try and talk to me! You will recall that I have my headphones on and am reading a book, and my body is angled so my back is partially faced towards him. I DON’T WANT TO TALK.
For several minutes, he rambles on about something. I can’t make it out over my music but I can hear him talking. He breaks out a bottle of alcohol and chugs a good portion of it. I glance at the girls, who are obviously tourists, sitting across from me. Their eyes are wide and staring at the guy. The guy starts shouting that everyone can go fuck themselves and that I’m a cunt for not talking to him. That was the last straw. I got off at the Times Square stop and just waited for another R to come. Luckily, one arrived not even five minutes later. I got onto this train and by the time I got home, I had an accordionist as well as those hip-hop kids that dance and do flips perform.
So, like I said. Never can be bored.
Tonight is our official premiere party on top of Bossman's roof. I'll have to take pictures and post giant picture post from everything that's been piling up. doven and I went to the Mermaid Parade at Coney Island last weekend that I've been meaning to write up about and post pictures. And tomorrow, just the Three Delivery crew is having our own screening of the actual premiere at someone's apartment. Should be fun! Must see Wall-e as soon as possible, though. ROBOT LOVE.