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Originally Posted by Brude
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Son of a...Quote:
Originally Posted by Brude
I never use Twitter. If you hadn't pointed that out, I never would have noticed. :lol:
There's my Yellow Submarine coffee mug and my shoe horn. All of my other possessions are incidental and expendable.
So I took an online course recently off coursera.org that turned out to be appropriately informative and worth my time, so I'm trying my luck again with a "Drugs and the Brain" course taught by a professor at Cal Tech.
While introducing himself in one of the introductory modules, the instructor says he is from Cal Tech and "just to prove it, here is my Cal Tech pocket protector" which he then places in his front pocket. "It will be there most times, most days," he assures us. Proof, indeed.
I had Carls Jr. for the first time ever today.
Then I went back for dinner.
Feel pretty ill now. Shanghai is going to kill me, I can feel it.
I was in Dubai over New Years and it was surreal seeing streets lined with all these American chain restaurants I'd only seen on TV.Quote:
Originally Posted by EvilShoe
Stupid xkcd made me tear up today.
Yeah :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
xkcd has been pretty hit and miss for me lately, but when it hits (like today), it's perfection.
I broke up with Leslie over the weekend. We'd been dating since August and been "official" since the middle of October, but things, at least from my end, were getting worse, not better.
My feelings for her waned. Part of that was the realization that half of the joy I got from being with her was because I was happy to be with anyone at all, and the rest came from the fact that although she's quite opinionated (and rather proud of that fact), her opinions became judgments and condemnations.
As someone who's had several bouts with depression and self-doubt, all these did was make me like myself less, and I started to do stupid things to try to live up to what I thought she wanted me to be, include spend money I didn't have and eat out when I shouldn't.
It wasn't healthy for me at all. For a few days afterwards, she fought to get me back but yesterday we had the final row and its pretty much dead and buried now.
And as much as I tell her truthfully that the issue is with my psyche and that it came down to emotional compatibility, she refuses to see that as the real reason and tells me I'm making excuses for something.
Of what, she doesn't know, but she's sure. I can't change that. I know I've told her the truth and she can accept it or not.
What's got me thrown for a loop since it happened, though, is that my emotions are an absolute wreck. I'm back to second guessing everything I do and every decision I make.
Last night, I almost told my Twelfth Night director to re-cast my part because I wasn't sure I could live up to his expectations.
I bit my tongue and went out for drinks and calmed down a bit.
Why this is kicking my ass is simple: In the past, I've always been the dumpee. I've never had to do the breaking up so I had no idea how emotionally scrambled I'd get afterwards.
Is that normal? I thought the person who did the breaking up would feel liberated and re-focused. Instead I feel like I want to crawl into a blanket fort and not come out for days.
That's hard, Fezzik. But I admire your decision not to be with someone just to be with someone.
A note: pizza with chicken, artichoke hearts and black olives, with a side of ranch for dipping, is quite freakin good.
I was in a similar situation once, buddy, believe me, please believe me, you made the right call.
Yeah, I've never seen so many of them in one street. I keep discovering new McDonalds, KFC and Burger King places in my neighbourhood. Ridiculous.Quote:
Originally Posted by Winston*
McDonalds even delivers at home here. Fat people don't even have to walk to get their junk food anymore.
Fuck, I'm a genius.
I couldn't think of a single thing to get my grandfather, who is going to be with us for Xmas, like he usually is, but he's 86, reads a lot, goes to the horses, eats out, does puzzles, and watches TV. That's it. He doesn't need anything really. And I was racking my brains for something. I've bought him horse-related books and puzzle books and such before. I was feeling just totally lost until I remember that he's a nonbeliever like me. In fact, he was always a model for me in his beliefs and strength of convictions. He's always been great to have conversations with about such things.
So it hit me: Hitchens.
I'm legitimately excited that Kate Middleton is pregnant.
Because, apparently, I'm that person.
I know this sort of thing must be pretty difficult to keep secret, particularly when you wind up in the hospital, but revealing that she's pregnant when she's still in her first trimester gets a big "tsk tsk" from me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
Btw, I've always been fascinated by the way British people drop "the" from the front of various nouns. "Kate Middleton is currently in hospital."
Wait. YOU'RE Kate Middleton?Quote:
Originally Posted by Mara
It's seriously kind of gauche. I can just see Queen Bess rolling her eyes: "Of course the peasant would have tabloid-ready morning sickness."Quote:
Originally Posted by amberlita
Something changed between this year and last year, and now I'm getting Christmas stuff from vendors. A couple of cards, some monogrammed post-its, a cup, some monogrammed hand sanitizer (?, yet likely to use it.)
Instead of being grateful, I'm hoping for good stuff. Like chocolate stuff.
I LOVE old soul music. I'm a huge Motown fan, and even love a good chunk of the stuff that was verging on disco in the late '70s.
I just cannot muster any enthusiasm for James Brown, though. I don't get the appeal.
I find it really repetitive and many of his songs flat-out annoying.
We're into week two of rehearsals on Twelfth Night and I'm starting to panic.
My low Vitamin D levels (among, I'm guessing, other things) have caused some short term memory problems for me over the last 8 months or so.
I am having a bitch of a time remembering any of my lines even after working on them.
I only had three or four lines in the one scene we rehearsed last night and by the time I got up this morning, I'd completely forgotten them.
I really need to find a way to retain this stuff.
Posted this in the college football thread, but I'll promote it here too (and then shut up about it forever), but a couple friends and I just started a blog: A Horizontal Myth.
We've got a handful of weekly features lined up, but we'll be writing a ton of feature-type articles on film, tv, music, books, sports, etc. There'll be updates every weekday, so feel free to bookmark or subscribe or whatever it is people do with blogs these days (ignore them?).
Hope y'all enjoy.
Have you tried singing the lines? Our brain processes music differently than regular speech, and it may help. (You wouldn't sing them during performance, but you can think the tune.)Quote:
Originally Posted by Fezzik
Not sure what would work best for you, but I like to write them down in a notebook. I use a different page for each beat. I also write down my cues, but I leave out long stretches of other people's dialog. Then, I will work on them beat by beat, tackling the easiest ones first and giving myself a check mark when I think I have one mastered. That way, I discover my problem spots and can give them more attention.Quote:
Originally Posted by Fezzik
Best of luck!
I made a mid-year resolution in the summer to go see at least one concert a month. Been doing pretty good so far.
I just found out about Songkick. Anyone else use it to track concerts?