Noosa Yogurt got it right.Quoting Mara (view post)
Noosa Yogurt got it right.
I haven't had it in about a decade but the joy as a kid was suffering through all the plain yoghurt in order to get at the pure fruity goodness at the bottom. I ate my Lucky Charms the same way, save the marshmallows for last.
The Princess and the Pilot - B-
Playtime (rewatch) - A
The Hobbit - C-
The Comedy - D+
Kings of the Road - C+
The Odd Couple - B
Red Rock West - C-
The Hunger Games - D-
Prometheus - C
Tangled - C+
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I had enough booze in my trunk last night to kill a small elephant, so yup, I cele-drank.
It may not seem like a big accomplishment (I know that many view people in retail as the scum of the earth, at least if customers are anything to go by), but I worked my living ass off for this.
I fought tooth-and-nail to get the promotion, and kept being told "You're too young", "You're too inexperienced", "You don't have the right background" blah, blah, blah.
I wanted to run into the manager's office and yell "IN YO FACE!"
"All right, that's too hot. Anything we can do about that heat?"
"Rick...it's a flamethrower."
Getting back into listening to In Our Time with Melvyn Bragg. If you want to learn about a thing in 45 minutes, this show is the best.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qykl
Congrats!
... but how do you measure this?
"Listen man, it might be hard to understand, but
Don't mourn the dead,
Celebrate the life they gave"
- Kashmir "Seraphina"
Every month the managers get a report of the sales and service of everyone in the company. It's done by department.
So from the period of October 2nd to November 1st, I was the number 1 Flooring Sales Specialist in the company (Lowe's Canada).
Year-to-date, I am number 14, which is pretty impressive considering I've been in the job for 4 months, and we're 9 1/2 months into the sales year.
"All right, that's too hot. Anything we can do about that heat?"
"Rick...it's a flamethrower."
One floor at a time.
Movie Theater Diary
Because it's obviously better?
"Modern weapons can defend freedom, civilization, and life only by annihilating them. Security in military language means the ability to do away with the Earth."
-Ivan Illich, Deschooling Society
This strange thing is happening. It's been flashing for the last month or so, but over the last week it has become more obvious: I am emotionally revisiting high school. It's not like I haven't thought about high school in the last fifteen or sixteen years, but it's almost like the whole thing got shoved into my subconscious where it has been percolating and then a little timer went off and it got spat back out.
And I think that the percolating it did in the back of my mind was good for me, because it involves much less pain and anger than I would have expected. I'm even sympathetic towards myself-- instead of dismissing fifteen-year-old me as awkward and self-defeating and pathetic, I am able to have enough distance to see myself as sad, lost, and not a little bit traumatized. I feel sorry for young me.
At first I thought it was because I was swimming again, and I haven't really swam since high school. I'd find myself thinking about people I knew on the team, which wandered into people I knew in classes. I thought about people I haven't thought about in ages, and I thought of them with... maybe not affection, but with familiarity and acceptance.
But now it's this whole sensory experience I'm going through. I revisit actual mental monologues I had as a teenager, and go through them again. I remember how things smelled, and how they tasted, and how they looked. I remember tiny moments-- a hug from a boy I liked, burning my fingers on someone's discarded cigarette, hiding in a friend's closet during a party-- with intense, vivid detail. I close my eyes and trace the walk from my house to the school, and from Ecology to the nurse's office to the weird little corner where I used to sit before school with a friendly brand of burn-outs plus that one weird kid who got expelled for making bomb threats.
I remember one morning where I was out of deodorant so I grabbed a new stick from the hall closet and put it on, not realizing it was men's deodorant and that I smelled like cologne. I was sitting with female friends when someone commented that somebody smelled like a man and many ribald comments followed about why that would happen. I was so petrified and ashamed by this that I stayed silent as they began looking for the culprit, because at 14 the most shameful thing I could imagine would be to be found smelling like a man.
And I remember everything about that scenario. I remember that it was that disgusting gel kind of deodorant that came out through wavy slats on the top, that it was clear, and what it smelled like. I hated the sticky, clammy coldness of it on my body. I remember what jacket I was wearing when my friends started teasing-- an ugly black thing with olive-green lining and snaps at the back where the hood used to go before I took it off once and lost it.
I remember forgetting my purse in a mall for three hours and going back to find it exactly where I left it. I remember hiding my face behind my hair when I was self conscious, because apparently I thought a person with hair in front of their face was inconspicuous. I remember getting a period at an unexpected moment in gym class and bleeding through the only pair of shorts I owned, which were yellow. I remember getting so angry in a health class that I yelled at the teacher in front of everybody and called him ignorant. I remember translating several pages of French and slipping as many profanities in the translation as possible because I thought my teacher (Madame Gough, holy crap I remember her name) wouldn't read them all through, but she did and I got in trouble. I remember being terribly ashamed when she called me out on it and wondering if she would tell my mother, and how I would explain it. I remember that Madame Gough wore silk pantsuits every day and would lean back against the blackboard, leaving streaks of chalk dust across her butt.
I'm being swamped in these memories, and I don't know why.
...and the milk's in me.
When I was a child, putting it in a bowl (by dumping all of it at once) and watching the fruit syrups/juices and fruits slide down the sides was a thing of beauty, and I enjoyed selecting the portion I ate of each with each bite, as well as tasting them come together in my mouth.
Why you'd ever do it in the cup itself is beyond me.
Huh. I am perfectly willing to accept the explanation "Because I am doing it wrong." That clears it up. If I get fruit-on-the-bottom again, I'll try it your way.
...and the milk's in me.
In truth, I haven't done it in years. But when I did, it was magical.
Indirectly related to my intense conversations with my high-school self, I somehow decided it was a good idea to peek into online dating again.
[The conversation goes like this:
HSS: Sounds like you have it pretty good. I bet you don't go for four or five years between dates, either.
Current Self: Er...
HSS: Oh, come on! Tell me at some point, we have a boyfriend!
Current Self: WE HAVE MANY OTHER THINGS.]
Anyway, every few years I somehow talk myself into thinking this is a good idea, because it can't be that weird out there, right?
Wrong. It is that weird. It is so weird out there that I don't know where to begin with the weirdness.
...and the milk's in me.
Um... wait. I've been clicking on whacked out profiles just to see how illiterate and/or schizophrenic they are, and now I think maybe people can see if you've clicked on their profiles. Well, that's awkward.
...and the milk's in me.
While walking around downtown Clovis, CA today, a notoriously ultra-conservative suburb of Fresno, I heard a number of people say they will move to Canada or Europe now that Obama is president again. Oh, and one guy said he's going to move to Canada....or Texas.
I don't think they understand what life is like in other developed nations. They're in for quite a shock if they think that the US is too liberal!
Yeah, that's the case for POF and OkCupid. Have to be careful who you click on.
Anyone know anything about Alamo Drafthouse? There is one opening in Denver, and I'd love to try and be a Programmer there.
Yeah, I mentioned this to a friend and she looked at me like I was the most innocent lamb in the woods. The whole thing is nonsense.
New plan: any of the dozen ex-Mormons on the board need to comb through their lists of active friends and relations and set me up a boyfriend. I'll wait. 5% finder's fee.
No long-term commitment necessary. I just need to prove I can do this.
...and the milk's in me.
Not really. It's to discourage stalking and mockery. People bare themselves (emotionally and physically) on dating sites, so I think quid-pro-quo viewing is fair.
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Why are you looking specifically for a mormon boyfriend?
TV Recently Finished:
Catastrophe: Season 1 (2015) A
Rectify: Season 3 (2015) A-
Bojack Horseman: Season 2 (2015) A
True Detective: Season 2 (2015) A-
Wayward Pines: Season 1 (2015) B
Currently Playing: Viva Pinata: Trouble in Paradise (replay) (XB1) / Contradiction (PC)
Recently Finished: Everybody's Gone to the Rapture (PS4) A+ / Life is Strange: Ep 4 (PS4) A / Bastion (replay) (PS4) B+
Met George Romero at the Denver Film Festival, along with Max Brooks and Steven Schlozman. George is pretty relaxed and humble, despite his legend status. Although he does claim that everyone is, "playing in his playground." He still doesn't have the elitist personality that Max Brooks has, who basically disowned anything about the upcoming movie.
Romero is adapting the Zombie Autopsies, and I may very well be in his upcoming documentary, Doc of the Dead.
Because... I'm Mormon?
It's surprisingly difficult to date outside the faith. The rules are so different it's like trying to date someone who doesn't speak English... or is from Neptune.
...and the milk's in me.
To clarify on tone: I am mostly joking. Sometimes I think it would be nice to find someone who cares about me, but most of the time I don't think about it at all. I'm just swinging through a "caring" stage.
...and the milk's in me.
I went ahead anyway and went through both my Facebook friends and my mental roster and I don't think I've got anyone who's single, Mormon, and endorsable. :-/
You're sweet. Thanks.
...and the milk's in me.
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