- Mood:
cheerful
Let me tell you a little bit about me:
- I walk really fast. I walk faster than someone with a 26 inch inseam has any right to walk. Chances are, if you and I are walking somewhere, i will beat you there with time for me to browse artisan breads and buy you a coffee. Boo ya.
- I compare myself to every female i see. I rank myself and everyone on some non-existent scale. This is not fair. Not to me or to the poor people who are beign ranked alongside me.
--- Related to ^ : I am constantly trying to find my body in the women who populate the world around me. I know what i look like but i can't accurately make any kind of objective observance of it so i try to find my "body twin" where ever i go and i ask the people i'm with "do i look like that?" I find that i'm often wrong when i think i've found someone who is shaped like me. Body dysmorphia much?
- Sour cream mixed with Brown Sugar is possibly the best compound food item ever. Ostensibly it's best for eating as a dip with strawberries or blueberries but it also works beautifully as an ice cream or, my personal favorite, on a spoon. Alone. Get away, you can't have any, it's mine.
- My knee is fucked up. I need to go to the doctor and have it looked at but i know that he's going to say i should stay off it for "x" number of weeks and, i'll be honest, i have things to do that in those "x" weeks that require the use of both my legs. Sigh. I'll likely regret this later.
- I can't wear Cloche hats. I've always just guessed that it's because my head is pretty freaking large but i think it must have to do with mygeneral face shape as well. I regret this fact very much because, hot damn, cloches are cute. With my head size i think i'm probably better suited for Rice Paddy hats.
- I play smarter than i am. I talk smart and i have a LOT of random little facts floating around my head and I have a good
vocabulary but if you scrape the surface you'll find that, really, i'm about as dumb as a box of rocks. A box of well spoken, moderately articulate rocks. Sure, i listen to NPR...sometimes. And I read the New York Times...okay, i skim the headlines but only read the articles about what ScarJo wore to the Tony Awards or the Kitten that reunited lost lovers in Iran. Try to engage me in a discussion about politics or even (shamefully) literature and i turn into the smiling, nodding, "oh-that's-interesting"-ing fool that i really am. I keep thinking that i should actually start READING the NYT or giving a damn about what's actually said on NPR instead of flipping over to my iPod when it's not CarTalk or The Splendid Table.
- I've never seen a Woody Allen film. I've never see "Fast Times at Ridgemont High". Although i watched "The Godfather" i missed the last 10 minutes because i fell asleep due to the fact that that film is like 6,097,142 hours long. I dislike most Mel Brooks movies. I have an abiding fondness for a wretched made for TV Disney flick called "The Girl Who Spelled Freedom". I've never seen all of "Blade Runner". I tried for a long time to dislike Cameron Diaz. I failed. I can, and have, watched "A Christmas Story" on endless repeat for 24 hours.
- My post-baby belly is a source of endless...something for me. The words i could insert: shame, annoyance, pride, floopiness, embarrassment, empowerment, meh-ness, inspiration, etc., etc., etc....
- I walk really fast. I walk faster than someone with a 26 inch inseam has any right to walk. Chances are, if you and I are walking somewhere, i will beat you there with time for me to browse artisan breads and buy you a coffee. Boo ya.
- I compare myself to every female i see. I rank myself and everyone on some non-existent scale. This is not fair. Not to me or to the poor people who are beign ranked alongside me.
--- Related to ^ : I am constantly trying to find my body in the women who populate the world around me. I know what i look like but i can't accurately make any kind of objective observance of it so i try to find my "body twin" where ever i go and i ask the people i'm with "do i look like that?" I find that i'm often wrong when i think i've found someone who is shaped like me. Body dysmorphia much?
- Sour cream mixed with Brown Sugar is possibly the best compound food item ever. Ostensibly it's best for eating as a dip with strawberries or blueberries but it also works beautifully as an ice cream or, my personal favorite, on a spoon. Alone. Get away, you can't have any, it's mine.
- My knee is fucked up. I need to go to the doctor and have it looked at but i know that he's going to say i should stay off it for "x" number of weeks and, i'll be honest, i have things to do that in those "x" weeks that require the use of both my legs. Sigh. I'll likely regret this later.
- I can't wear Cloche hats. I've always just guessed that it's because my head is pretty freaking large but i think it must have to do with mygeneral face shape as well. I regret this fact very much because, hot damn, cloches are cute. With my head size i think i'm probably better suited for Rice Paddy hats.- I play smarter than i am. I talk smart and i have a LOT of random little facts floating around my head and I have a good
vocabulary but if you scrape the surface you'll find that, really, i'm about as dumb as a box of rocks. A box of well spoken, moderately articulate rocks. Sure, i listen to NPR...sometimes. And I read the New York Times...okay, i skim the headlines but only read the articles about what ScarJo wore to the Tony Awards or the Kitten that reunited lost lovers in Iran. Try to engage me in a discussion about politics or even (shamefully) literature and i turn into the smiling, nodding, "oh-that's-interesting"-ing fool that i really am. I keep thinking that i should actually start READING the NYT or giving a damn about what's actually said on NPR instead of flipping over to my iPod when it's not CarTalk or The Splendid Table.- I've never seen a Woody Allen film. I've never see "Fast Times at Ridgemont High". Although i watched "The Godfather" i missed the last 10 minutes because i fell asleep due to the fact that that film is like 6,097,142 hours long. I dislike most Mel Brooks movies. I have an abiding fondness for a wretched made for TV Disney flick called "The Girl Who Spelled Freedom". I've never seen all of "Blade Runner". I tried for a long time to dislike Cameron Diaz. I failed. I can, and have, watched "A Christmas Story" on endless repeat for 24 hours.
- My post-baby belly is a source of endless...something for me. The words i could insert: shame, annoyance, pride, floopiness, embarrassment, empowerment, meh-ness, inspiration, etc., etc., etc....
- Hey. Guess what? Chicken Butt. Hah. Still funny.
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badrobot68 , got famous on the internets, didn't get stabbed, and i bought a pocketful of dreams. All that should mitigate the clothes dryer full of rocks that is my brain right now.
Peace and love to you my darling LJ, i've missed you.
alexjon in my very own office! Apparently he's temping for my new company for a few weeks. You know what this means? Harassment of badrobot68 is in the very near future. 
If i saw this chucklehead at any state campground i think i'd walk over to him, unzip his sleeping bag/snuggie/parka/retard machine and kick him in the nuts.
I'm just sayin'.
(shôrt
l
vd, -l
vd)using the verb "to live" versus the noun "life"
Nounification. New word, i like it.
Ah, interesting...
Usage Note: The pronunciation (-l
vd) is etymologically correct since the compound is derived from the noun life, rather than from the verb live. But the pronunciation (-lvd) is by now so common that it cannot be considered an error. In the most recent survey 43 percent of the Usage Panel preferred (-lvd), 39 percent preferred (-lvd), and 18 percent found both pronunciations equally acceptable.personal pronunciation of said term is changing...now.
When i was younger (and i still do this i suppose) i would sometimes be startled by realizing that all the people around me: the other kids in my class, the random shoppers in the mall, all the other drivers on the freeway, were thinking, feeling beings, wrapped up in their own internal worlds and dramas and i was nothing but noise on their radars. Though i was the most central figure in my head, in theirs i was nothing more than a speck. And even with people who are close to me, whom i love, i have to consciously remind myself that their experience of the world and of me is different than my experience. It kind of blows my mind sometimes.
When waiters do things like forget my iced tea it's easy, because of course i am the center of the universe, to assume that they're doing this on purpose because she doesn't like my shoes or thinks i'm being jerk. But if i pull it back and remember that THEY'RE the center of their OWN universe it becomes clear that they're lost in their own personal drama of too many customers, thinking about the late phone bill, how her bra strap is digging into her ribcage, and the lousy tip the person at table 24 left because she [the waitress] must have done something wrong. While the lousy tipper at table 24 left a lousy tip not because he thought she was a crummy waitress (he barely spared a thought for her because he was lost in HIS own universe) but rather because he only had a single one dollar bill after his change and didn't want to feel like a schmuck for getting change for a twenty. Ultimately, we're all just bumbling along, trying to get through life as best we can and we just happen to intersect these other universes.
We're all existentially alone. We operate in these bubbles thinking that OUR experience is the most important (and it is, it's YOUR experience after all) but what you have to remember is that EVERYONE thinks their experience is the most important. And by "important" i mean i don't mean prize-winning or world-changing but it's the only experience you have, the only way of seeing the world as it lays out before you. You have to make yourself the star of the show.
What's shocking is when another universe crashes into yours. When you're able to, for even just an instant, see completely from their point of view. Suddenly you can take on the burden of their lives and you see that we're all seeing and living the world our own very unique ways. It can be especially jarring when you can see the direct influence you have on someone else's universe and you can feel the pain or the joy that the proximity of your universe is causing.
Random, rambling thoughts. Such is me. Such am I. Cogito ergo sum.
Is anyone still out there?
I dreamed of an LJ where I had a hundred comments. It stroked my ego and frightened me at the same time.
Now I am just awake after too few hours of sleep and looking forward to New Year's Eve. Or perhaps dreading it. 5 hours of sleep is no way to prepare for a long evening. It's okay, the prospect of a movie followed by dancing, dancing, dancing will keep my energy up.
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