People! There are things!
First off, I'd like to thank all the folks who sent me love on my last post. I'm sorry I did not respond but I wasn't exactly sure what to say. Guys, last year was weird and I think I've been recovering from it for months. Unfortunately, when I say "recovery" it usually means "hide and sleep off the dark cloud of woe." And that's pretty much all I've been doing--when not at school or work--for the past six or seven months (longer if you count some of the "BIG LIFE CHANGES" issues prior to my dad's death).
So thank you guys. I mean it.
Second: Yay! Avengers! Enthusiasm abounds! Words fail! Sentences fragment! Feelings are felt!
No, really, I've already seen in three times. This may not be as many times as other people but it is more than I usually do for movies in theatres these days. I am reminded of times, when I was a kid, and my dad rented tapes at the embassy that we'd watch over and over until the last possible moment before they were due, rewinding favorite scenes and probably also leaving the tapes in very poor condition for the next guy. And, yes, if I had it on VHS as in the old days, I would probably have worn the tape out by now. People--and you should know this about me--once I owned a Betamax. I'm just saying. If ever you wondered, "Hey, that girl--did she own a Betamax?" Yes, yes I did. If you don't know what a Betamax is, don't be sorry. Really. How this is relevant to Avengers? Only that, if all I had was a Beta and Avengers was on one of those chunky tapes, I would still watch it. I might only get a third of the way through before the machine developed a case of the gremlins but the point is I would TRY.
Third: Arcane knowledge as heard from a passing five year old girl: "Daddy, did you know unicorns eat rainbows?"
HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?
The only reason I knew it was Memorial Day Weekend was that Vienna was overrun with motorcycles. I swear they rented the entire town and it was a beautiful thing but I also wondered if, perhaps, someone were going to stage a Mad Max revival. I have now seen a year's worth of mutton chops and I am proud of every person to sport them, indeed I am. They were formidable mutton chops, sirs, and I am certain you are all formidable men.
I worked all weekend, however, and it was not much cooler inside than it was outside. You see, I work surrounded by ovens and coffee makers and in close proximity to other people with reaching hands and, occasionally, not entirely compact bodies. All weekend long, there was water on the floor and the only thing that saved me was my uncanny good balance on slippery surfaces (not dry ground, mind).
I have, in the past, talked about things I see or do at work. Maybe some of the more interesting came from the Era of the Flower Shop, now long gone. Now I work at a cafe (which shall remain nameless on account of blogging agreements and naming policies with which I do not care to toy). I have a long standing history with retail and food related jobs, none of which I particularly care to call professions, but there are perks to working retail. The first of these perks is people watching. The second--although this could also arguably be called a drawback--is what people do when they interact with my ilk (which is to say, the humble employee). Many of these interactions aren't exactly pleasant but, in retrospect, some of them are pretty hilarious.
For example, the woman who ordered gratuitous cheesecake, which I then prepared and found myself wondering, "Is this plate a little bare? Maybe it could do with some whipped cream?" And asked the woman if she'd like some whipped cream with her cheesecake.
"Oh, heavens, no!" she said with easy geniality. "It's for my daughter, you see. She's got high cholesterol."
I thought briefly about snatching the plate away and running with it because this was clearly a case of Munchhausen By Proxy. "She's keeping her daughter ill so that she can feel good about herself!" my brain insisted. I also may have thought, uncharitably that, she'd do better to give the girl the whipped cream and leave the cake but what do I know about high cholesterol anyway? Pff.
So thank you guys. I mean it.
Second: Yay! Avengers! Enthusiasm abounds! Words fail! Sentences fragment! Feelings are felt!
No, really, I've already seen in three times. This may not be as many times as other people but it is more than I usually do for movies in theatres these days. I am reminded of times, when I was a kid, and my dad rented tapes at the embassy that we'd watch over and over until the last possible moment before they were due, rewinding favorite scenes and probably also leaving the tapes in very poor condition for the next guy. And, yes, if I had it on VHS as in the old days, I would probably have worn the tape out by now. People--and you should know this about me--once I owned a Betamax. I'm just saying. If ever you wondered, "Hey, that girl--did she own a Betamax?" Yes, yes I did. If you don't know what a Betamax is, don't be sorry. Really. How this is relevant to Avengers? Only that, if all I had was a Beta and Avengers was on one of those chunky tapes, I would still watch it. I might only get a third of the way through before the machine developed a case of the gremlins but the point is I would TRY.
Third: Arcane knowledge as heard from a passing five year old girl: "Daddy, did you know unicorns eat rainbows?"
HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?
The only reason I knew it was Memorial Day Weekend was that Vienna was overrun with motorcycles. I swear they rented the entire town and it was a beautiful thing but I also wondered if, perhaps, someone were going to stage a Mad Max revival. I have now seen a year's worth of mutton chops and I am proud of every person to sport them, indeed I am. They were formidable mutton chops, sirs, and I am certain you are all formidable men.
I worked all weekend, however, and it was not much cooler inside than it was outside. You see, I work surrounded by ovens and coffee makers and in close proximity to other people with reaching hands and, occasionally, not entirely compact bodies. All weekend long, there was water on the floor and the only thing that saved me was my uncanny good balance on slippery surfaces (not dry ground, mind).
I have, in the past, talked about things I see or do at work. Maybe some of the more interesting came from the Era of the Flower Shop, now long gone. Now I work at a cafe (which shall remain nameless on account of blogging agreements and naming policies with which I do not care to toy). I have a long standing history with retail and food related jobs, none of which I particularly care to call professions, but there are perks to working retail. The first of these perks is people watching. The second--although this could also arguably be called a drawback--is what people do when they interact with my ilk (which is to say, the humble employee). Many of these interactions aren't exactly pleasant but, in retrospect, some of them are pretty hilarious.
For example, the woman who ordered gratuitous cheesecake, which I then prepared and found myself wondering, "Is this plate a little bare? Maybe it could do with some whipped cream?" And asked the woman if she'd like some whipped cream with her cheesecake.
"Oh, heavens, no!" she said with easy geniality. "It's for my daughter, you see. She's got high cholesterol."
I thought briefly about snatching the plate away and running with it because this was clearly a case of Munchhausen By Proxy. "She's keeping her daughter ill so that she can feel good about herself!" my brain insisted. I also may have thought, uncharitably that, she'd do better to give the girl the whipped cream and leave the cake but what do I know about high cholesterol anyway? Pff.