In preparation for some upcoming web projects I’ll be doing for work, I’ve been asked to teach myself how to shoot and edit video. Considering I am the world’s worst teacher AND the world’s worst student, this has been no small feat. I began my torrid romance with iMovie a scant eight hours ago, and this piddly nugget of pointlessness is all I have to show for it. This video is as lousy as it…
Saw Batman. Everyone said it was awesome, and it was. A little tedious in places, and heavy on the growly Batman talk (seriously, someone get Christian Bale a Claritin, or maybe poke noseholes in his mask so he doesn’t have to be such a mouthbreather), but overall a delightfully whizbang kinda romp, even with all the warrantless wiretapping going on. Heath Ledger’s Joker is very nearly the perfect villain. Absolutely mesmerizing. But here’s one thing…
Things I have done today: • Warmed up leftovers • Ate said leftovers • Read some essays from Bitchfest • Put my hair in a ponytail • Took my hair out of a ponytail • Loaded the dishwasher • Snuggled my cats • Daydreamed • Napped … twice • Scoffed at Facebook profiles and photos maintained by people I don’t care much for • Watched Le Tigre videos on YouTube • Put my hair back in a ponytail Actually,…
SS visited this weekend, and, hoping to counteract the heaping amounts of awfulness we ingested at IHOP (or, I-Poh those of us who may be dyslexic), we went to the grocery story Sunday night to stock up on semi- to mostly healthy things to make for dinner. We settled on the ingredients for some grilled chicken wraps and I decided that I wanted to try to recreate the roasted grapes I had at Lesley’s house…
I love spam. Subject lines also spotted in my junk folder today: “Men are prone to love dysfunction” (ain’t it the truth) “Pump your larger organ into her” “Laptops explode with overusage” “Cheap priced Bachelor” “I AM JANET CONTACT SHIPPING COMPANY FOR BANK DARFT” “Hot chick visits senile grandpa” “Teenage Girl obviously Having Affair With Bat” And this one — titled “uterus excitement, nervousness, or restlessness; severe dizziness,” — came with this gonzo poem: was…
I can’t sleep in my childhood bedroom anymore. This has been a problem for a while now. Every time my head hits the pillow and my eyes flutter shut in the darkness, I see things. Shapes of things looming. Eyes watching. Bad things. When I finally get ahold of myself and drift off to sleep, this absurd cycle of anxiety-ridden dreams and nightmares gets started. Just now I had entered that delicious limbo phase when…
I’m sitting in my parents’ kitchen, showing my sister how to work the iMac I’m giving her (farewell, trusty iMac; you did me right for four years and I will miss you mightily), and explaining the concept of the dock. Mom observes. Me: You can customize the size of the dock or move it around on the screen, whatever you want. [eyes Mom] Cool, huh? Y’all should buy a Mac. Come to the dark side!…
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