Saturday, May 21, 2005
yeah. just a quick note to say:
never reboot before
saving. (like an idiot, i said 'oh, yes, please! update my software! i'm not doing anything important! and... away went most of my post.)d'oh!
more tomorrow. ;)
12:03 AM ...
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
*mmrph* oh, i so need to vent at the moment. lots of good things going on, which need writing about, too. but right now? ventage.
my pet peeve this week is the apparently unstoppable urge people have to defend themselves when they are not, in fact, being accused of anything. 'but i didn't do it! i was with geoff - i wasn't there - i was dead at the time!' all i asked was for a favor; i didn't drag your ass in front of the grand jury, for god's sake. and if you did do it, then had the grace and spine to apologise, it would be such a non-issue, it's not even funny.
twice this week, i've asked people to help me out with a situation that was making me uncomfortable. and they both decided to respond with 'oh, i didn't do that', as if i said they caused the situation. 'could you help me keep the door locked? thanks.' was what i said. 'but i didn't unlock it!' whined one, and 'oh, i checked the little button thingy. several times, even!' kvetched the other.
did i ask if you caused the problem? did i blame you for being careless? did i hold you responsible for the increased risk of theft? did i tell you that i'd sic the SPCA on you for potentially letting my cat outside to get run over? do i look like a give a shit about how it happened?
because i don't. i don't give a shit
how it happened. all i want is to know that you're gonna work with me in avoiding the problem in the future. that's all. i don't care about your guilt, or inertia, or shirknitude, or ability to whine at high pitches that bother dogs in the next county.
just lock the damn door.
9:27 PM ...
Sunday, May 15, 2005
with all that's going on lately, hubby and i have to work a little harder at having 'normal' time, doing things like watching movies.
it's been ages since we've sat down to relax and watch a movie together, so that's just what we did last night. or, i should say, hubby watched National Treasure
, and i tried to.
you know when you sit down to watch what you expect to be a completely mind-numbing escapist film, all ready to suspend disbelief, and you lose it? you're right there with the idea of aliens invading the earth, and the government implanting mind control devices via Twinkies, and a vast right wing conspiracy to fix the score on a Knicks game - i mean, *right* there, man! and then they get some minor detail, just a little too close to reality, jarringly wrong, and you think 'nah, there's no conspiracy. the Knicks would have won that game anyway.' then the rest of the movie is all about continuity errors, and finding plot inconsistencies, because it's too implausible to enjoy.
hubby said that Independence Day
was like that for him. aliens? check. Will Smith and Hair Tonic saving the world? check. Randy Quaid successfully steering a plane up the tailpipe of a spaceship, even completely shitfaced, and making smart remarks while doing it? check. and then Jeff Goldblum tried to upload a virus using an iBook. never gonna happen, says hubby. (altho i pointed out to him that that involved a lot of supposition that the aliens were using Netware, and didn't he ever wonder where Jobs got the idea for the iMac, anyway?)
so. National Treasure. i'd been interested in seeing it, because it looked like good, over the top, blow 'em up conspiracy fun. and it might have been, if they hadn't lost me in the first five minutes. screwing around with history always gets my goat (god, where did that phrase come from?); in my opinion, too many people get their ideas of history from popular media, and don't question whether or not it's accurate. and if you mess around with my family in the process? now i'm really mad. if you haven't seen the movie, Charles Carroll makes a brief appearance in the first few minutes. most of the info is right, but he was never a Freemason. such a mminor detail, and i have nothing against the Freemasons. but i'm really proud of my family history, and it rubs me the wrong way to have misinformation spread around.
(also, the Declaration would likely have crumbled when removed from the case, to say nothing of being tossed around like a frisbee.)
it was a fairly entertaining movie, in the end, and hubby was very understanding of my running commentary. i think tonight, tho, we'll try a movie that's *completely* fictional. ;)
3:21 PM ...