Good... And Good for You

i spent my down time yesterday doing this . (did pretty good) and this . (did really good) and this . (did very poorly) and then i checked my answers here . i had a glorious time, and the funwithmovies extravaganza helped me get through an otherwise hot and dreary work day that would not end (during a hiatus, i called my mother who, i found out through the family grapevine, is now convinced i'm going through "a depression". i like to think of it as more an emotional recession, but whatever) . may i now more or less rip those good people off by presenting you with my suggestions for a funwithmovies quiz 4... 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. most, if not all, of these pictures should be very easy to identify (re: #7 especially. i mean seriously. it's picture of jeff goldbloom being chased by a tyrannosaurus rex. it's probably not "nine months". unless the t-rex is being played by hugh grant.) because i'm not tryin

answer: scorching, sizzling, stewing, sticky, stifling, stuffy, sultry, sweaty, sweltering. question: what is my office? answer: unappeasing, unassuaging, ungratifying, unsatisfactory, unfulfilling, undermining, unpleasant, unpalatable, unmanageable, unsavory. question: how is my job? answer: romping, rollicking, relaxing, recreational, riotous, reparteeing, ridiculing, relishable, restful, rousing, restorative. question: how was my weekend? answer:okay question: how is my life?

hi. the powers that be? hi. yes, yes... i know it's been awhile... what was that?... well- um- thanks, you've filled out nicely too. anyways, the reason i... what?... yes, i know i haven't kept in touch lately but... no, of course i'm not avoiding you... i've been busy, ok?... yes. busy... stop laughing... sometimes i'm busy... i don't get what's so funny... you always act like this... like what?? like an annoying little kid! and then you wonder why i avoid you... i'm sorry... no, seriously, i didn't mean it... i haven't been avoiding you... i promise... yes, i know that words can hurt... i really didn't mean it... hu? oh. ya. i did want to talk to you about something. you see, well, i mean, i understand that you're probably under a lot of pressure... and i know how much you have to do... and how hard it is for you to have to appeal to all the different little niches out there... what was that?... no! i don't hate you! that's

there are very few things i miss more about living at home than "inside the actor's studio". i realized this during a family steak dinner where my dad finally got to use his new monogramming brander my sister and i bought him for father's day it was a momentous occasion last night, when my mom handed me an episode starring the talented, the incomparable, the wishlisty hugh jackman she'd taped. i got way too excited. i also realized this while i was trying to convince some friends it was imperative they watch it with me "you'll love it. the host, james lipton, has a huge pile of blue notecards with questions on them and he always acts like everything the guest ever did was brilliant! like, if johnny depp was on it, james lipton would go off about the genius that was 21 jump street . and then at the end he asks them what their favorite curse word is..." . i got way too excited. but mainly i realized it when two of the three friends chose to go to be

last night, instead of rolling my eyes and changing the channel to something like "i love lucy", i saw "the matrix" was on tbs and decided it was time . not necessarily the most ground breaking blogclamation ever made, but i've never fancied myself groundbreaking so when i say i'm worried about destroying my "rep", that's not what i'm referring to. no sir, that potentially defaming tidbit is to be found in the "why" i decided to finally watch "the matrix". "surely, you watched it for all of the matrixy goodness. the shooting and fighting and mind blowing idea that our existence isn't real!" hu. i love a good conspiracy theory movie as much as anyone (although i did not love the movie "conspiracy theory") but last night i had but one motive. to bundle up in a blanket, eat a bowl of cereal, and witness the phenomenon i can only call "pure keanuness" . it's a thing. a latest obsessio

yesterday, i acted as "head assistant in charge of projectoring and relaying audience queries" during a lecture given by my grandfather. it was educational. i learned... the renovated main library is amazing. seriously amazing. i want to spend countless hours there and hopefully acheive that intensely coveted classification of "bookish". there are a lot of world war 2 buffs in salt lake. and they like to go to weekly lectures at the main library. my grandpa is cool. like, seriously cool. he piloted 72 missions throughout world war 2 and the korean war. (that's a lot). he may or may not have saved charles lindberg's life. i'm pretty sure my grandfather could kick your grandfather's trash. and i'm pretty sure he could do it in a bomber plane. and afterwards i was filled with this weird effulgenty feeling, and people kept on coming up to me and shaking my hand and telling me my grandpa was awesome, and i was all, "duh.

my aspiration is to be a true dilettant, someone who "knows a little bit about everything and a lot about nothing". as a kid i knew i'd never be a cognoscente or a savante (or, you know, i would've known it if i'd known those words), and i was fine with it. i think young, preteen me wrote in her journal once that rather than being great at something, she wanted to be "okay" at everything. i wanted to try everything and to be able to talk about anything, and i still have that mindset. it's a mindset that suits my somewhat flakey personality, and challenges my naturally inhibited nature. it's also a mindset that makes me really good at trivial pursuit. what's the one thing that stands in my way? i'll tell you. history. all those interesting dates and fascinating places... i don't get it. it doesn't stay in my head. i've been researching world war II this past week (work is seriously boring), and as i read about it i keep thinkin

quick! name the clash song! All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white turn it on, face the new religion Everybody's sitting 'round watching television! I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights What a great traffic system - it's so bright I can't think of a better way to spend the night Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat This one leads to this block, this one leads to that The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone

i was feeling kind of sorry for myself today. so i put a little pollyanna in my day and played the glad game. that's when i concluded that even though i do nothing but stare at a computer all day, i'm glad i don't have my computer's job... ...to stare at me all day.

ladies and gentlemen, gather round and read a tale of intrigue and joy. sit up in your seats and pay attention because, trust me, you do not want to miss this: yesterday at around 2:07 pm, i was told i was... athletic. ... my whole life has merely been prelude to that beautiful moment.

stuck in my head: "let's stay together", al green. lovely. reason 4 why time lapse photography freaks me out... watching a plant grow, blossom, and die within 30 seconds. it's unnerving. and it inevitably makes me think about myself (as everything does, which is the luxury and curse of being completely self involved) and i realize that i have a time lapse memory. i remember all these"big" moments in my life and i see myself grow up right before my mind's eye and then i wonder what exactly i've done up to this point when i'm supposed to be all, like, blossomed and stuff and so what's the point of trying to accomplish anything when it's all going by so fast and i'm probably already starting to wilt... and that's when the hyperventillating starts. you know what else freaks me out, but in a good way? vincent price. i miss him.