Fun links and other madness
Jan. 6th, 2006 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirl1) I hate being sick.
2) Most of you probably already saw this in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zombie_dog's journal, but for those of you who didn't can I just say Andy Samberg is fucking HOT! And it bears mentioning that in the video they say the movie is playing on the Upper West Side (where I grew up) at 68th and Broadway. Every good New Yorker knows that is the home of Lincoln Square Cinemas, the most patronized movie theatre in the USA. However the box office where they buy the tickets is NOT at Lincoln Square. Judging by the Rocky Horror Picture Show poster in the window I'd say that's Chelsea Cinemas on 23rd St. where they have interactive showings every Friday and Saturday at midnight.
When you're sick you tend to find little things to obsess over.
3) And while I know it's a little late,this link brought me lots of Christmas cheer. Make sure you're speakers are turned up for this one.
4) Every now and again I like to go back in my journal and see what I was doing on a particular day. Well it turns out I've updated my journal every Jan. 6th since I began keeping it almost four years ago. It's rare that i find an update on the same day every yearso, for shits and giggles I give you some highlights from January 6th past.
January 6, 2005
Every now and again, just for fun, you have to type all your friends names into Google to see what you come up with. I found pretty much everything Gemma has ever written, everything Heather ever had published in Catch, a load of Tina's art work, the power point presentation for Clark's masters project, and Gayle's entire family tree. Nothing half that exciting about me on the internet.
January 6, 2004
I need to get out of my mom's house. Now. The woman is constantly searching for reasons to fuss at me and when she can't find any she invents some. Take Sunday night for example: after arriving home from a weekend in Connecticut, she stormed into the house, said nothing of the fact that I cleaned both the living room and the kitchen in her absence, but immediately accuses me of having not run the dishwasher like she asked me to before she left. And she started yelling at me over it!!! It wasn't until she paused for breath that I was able to interject that Yes, I DID run the dishwasher. I ran it, emptied it, and refilled it which is why there were still dirty dishes in it!!!!!! That shut her ass up.
I honestly can't handle co-habitating with someone who is dying to catch me doing something wrong! And...I realized something once she got back. While I may not have had the most exciting weekend on record, I spent most of it in the moment. For instance, when I was showering, my mind wa sin the shower with me, not on one of its typical flights of fancy. When I was watching TV I was seriously paying attention. When I was out walking, my head was with me. But the moment she walked back into the house my fantasy world came rushing back at me. After she quit yeling at me, and went to unpack her clothes, I sat down on the sofa, curled up into a ball and started fantasizing. Wasn't till ten minutes later that I realized I'd been staring at the TV and had no idea what was going on. My fantasy life flares up when I'm in a situation I don't like, when my life turns into something I want to run away from. Mom makes me want to run away. I can tell you the exact time in my life when I started daydreaming...when I hit puberty and my mother began critisizing me all the time.
So this weeks theory is that she's to blame for all my spaciness and disconnectedness. Her constant badgering, perfectionism, and controling nature make it impossible for me to live comfortably there. Knowing that I can never do anything right, I retreat to a world where I can never do anything wrong. Welcome to my psyche everyone.
January 6, 2003
Let me tell you about trains.
There is but one fundamental law of train travel: that you will attract that which you most fear. So, for instance, if you are like me and dread the idea of getting caught sitting next to a "talker" then you can bet your bottom dollar that the train from NY to Chicago will be full up guarenteeing that you will have to have SOMEBODY sitting next to you for the 24 hour trip. And if you are me, that person will be a fifty year old Asian man who has never been on a train before and wants to ask YOU all about them, and what his ticket means, and where YOU are from and why you are on the train. Not only that but he won't speak very good english, so you will be stuck next to a non-english speaking "talker" for 24 hours.
Now this fear of talking basically translates into a fear of noise. If you are like me, when you travel you like to space out, just get lost on the repetative sway of the car, let it rock you to sleep. Noise of course greatly hinders the spacing process. And if you REALLY want to sleep, the fundamental law of train travel will see to it that NOT ONLY are you seated next to a non-english speaking "talker", but that you will be seated in front of the crankiest baby in christendom. And this baby will cry from the time you get on the train at one PM, till midnight when it finally goes to sleep. In case you are mathematically impaired, like me, let me tell you that thats almost 12 fucking hours.
Now if I screamed my lungs out for 12 hours straight I would at best become very hoarse, and at worst lose my voice all together. Not so with 6 month old babies, naw they can yell and scream for DAYS without losing their voices. I am now obsessed by this and want to discover what the biological reason for this is. Why can a baby scream without losing his voice, and I can't? I know the answer is out there. Prolly on the internet someplace.
2) Most of you probably already saw this in
zombie_dog's journal, but for those of you who didn't can I just say Andy Samberg is fucking HOT! And it bears mentioning that in the video they say the movie is playing on the Upper West Side (where I grew up) at 68th and Broadway. Every good New Yorker knows that is the home of Lincoln Square Cinemas, the most patronized movie theatre in the USA. However the box office where they buy the tickets is NOT at Lincoln Square. Judging by the Rocky Horror Picture Show poster in the window I'd say that's Chelsea Cinemas on 23rd St. where they have interactive showings every Friday and Saturday at midnight. When you're sick you tend to find little things to obsess over.
3) And while I know it's a little late,this link brought me lots of Christmas cheer. Make sure you're speakers are turned up for this one.
4) Every now and again I like to go back in my journal and see what I was doing on a particular day. Well it turns out I've updated my journal every Jan. 6th since I began keeping it almost four years ago. It's rare that i find an update on the same day every yearso, for shits and giggles I give you some highlights from January 6th past.
January 6, 2005
Every now and again, just for fun, you have to type all your friends names into Google to see what you come up with. I found pretty much everything Gemma has ever written, everything Heather ever had published in Catch, a load of Tina's art work, the power point presentation for Clark's masters project, and Gayle's entire family tree. Nothing half that exciting about me on the internet.
January 6, 2004
I need to get out of my mom's house. Now. The woman is constantly searching for reasons to fuss at me and when she can't find any she invents some. Take Sunday night for example: after arriving home from a weekend in Connecticut, she stormed into the house, said nothing of the fact that I cleaned both the living room and the kitchen in her absence, but immediately accuses me of having not run the dishwasher like she asked me to before she left. And she started yelling at me over it!!! It wasn't until she paused for breath that I was able to interject that Yes, I DID run the dishwasher. I ran it, emptied it, and refilled it which is why there were still dirty dishes in it!!!!!! That shut her ass up.
I honestly can't handle co-habitating with someone who is dying to catch me doing something wrong! And...I realized something once she got back. While I may not have had the most exciting weekend on record, I spent most of it in the moment. For instance, when I was showering, my mind wa sin the shower with me, not on one of its typical flights of fancy. When I was watching TV I was seriously paying attention. When I was out walking, my head was with me. But the moment she walked back into the house my fantasy world came rushing back at me. After she quit yeling at me, and went to unpack her clothes, I sat down on the sofa, curled up into a ball and started fantasizing. Wasn't till ten minutes later that I realized I'd been staring at the TV and had no idea what was going on. My fantasy life flares up when I'm in a situation I don't like, when my life turns into something I want to run away from. Mom makes me want to run away. I can tell you the exact time in my life when I started daydreaming...when I hit puberty and my mother began critisizing me all the time.
So this weeks theory is that she's to blame for all my spaciness and disconnectedness. Her constant badgering, perfectionism, and controling nature make it impossible for me to live comfortably there. Knowing that I can never do anything right, I retreat to a world where I can never do anything wrong. Welcome to my psyche everyone.
January 6, 2003
Let me tell you about trains.
There is but one fundamental law of train travel: that you will attract that which you most fear. So, for instance, if you are like me and dread the idea of getting caught sitting next to a "talker" then you can bet your bottom dollar that the train from NY to Chicago will be full up guarenteeing that you will have to have SOMEBODY sitting next to you for the 24 hour trip. And if you are me, that person will be a fifty year old Asian man who has never been on a train before and wants to ask YOU all about them, and what his ticket means, and where YOU are from and why you are on the train. Not only that but he won't speak very good english, so you will be stuck next to a non-english speaking "talker" for 24 hours.
Now this fear of talking basically translates into a fear of noise. If you are like me, when you travel you like to space out, just get lost on the repetative sway of the car, let it rock you to sleep. Noise of course greatly hinders the spacing process. And if you REALLY want to sleep, the fundamental law of train travel will see to it that NOT ONLY are you seated next to a non-english speaking "talker", but that you will be seated in front of the crankiest baby in christendom. And this baby will cry from the time you get on the train at one PM, till midnight when it finally goes to sleep. In case you are mathematically impaired, like me, let me tell you that thats almost 12 fucking hours.
Now if I screamed my lungs out for 12 hours straight I would at best become very hoarse, and at worst lose my voice all together. Not so with 6 month old babies, naw they can yell and scream for DAYS without losing their voices. I am now obsessed by this and want to discover what the biological reason for this is. Why can a baby scream without losing his voice, and I can't? I know the answer is out there. Prolly on the internet someplace.
