random: Simpsons, songs, Parakiss, Time Enough

Tuesday, 27 May, 2003 at 8:42 pm

It r hot, yo. (Forgot how to say very. Uhh … muy XD atsui.) Atsui, yo.

“Wow. Trowa‘s usually quiet, so it must be a good idea.”

O_o Anyway. I’m being random. I’m in a random mood.

For some reason while watching Simpsons I started reciting the lines along with the characters. “Oh, I’ve created Lutherans!” “Must Kill Moe. Wheee! Must Kill Moe. Wheee!” XD *ahem*

“I’ve been taunting them, singing off key … mah mee my moe, mah moo my may— AGH!” Incorrect line. But you get the idea. Chief “Piggum.” I forget which episode. Apparently so do Hidek and Adam. Darn. Darn is a real word. I forget what it has to do with dragonflies, though.

I like this chorus. “I know you are wrong. Headstrong. Headstrong. I’ll take you on. I’ll take on anyone.” Or something.

I also like the chorus to Christina Aguilera’s “Fighter.” >.> Don’t tell anyone that. “Make me that much stronger. Makes me work a little bit harder.” Or … switch that around.

I also kinda like the music video. Don’t tell anyone that either. I don’t like the Asian-ness of her outfit, though. Adam says maybe it’s because I feel like people are wearing it as a fad, and they know nothing about the culture. Yeah. That makes sense, no? But I don’t like the rest of the song, funnily enough. It’s nothing special, and for the life of me I can’t remember what it sounds like. All I remember is the chorus and her smashing the glass and her fluttering her eyelashes and her black outfit melting away.

Anyway. I think I like weird indie stuff. Probably not, though. It’s still hot. Yo La Tengo is in my mind.

I bought the first volume of Megatokyo. Yaaay. No one has Paradise Kiss. Well … that BnN in Ventura had 3 and 4. The Waldenbooks here has 3. The Waldenbooks at the Westside Pavilion has none. Or maybe they have 1 and 4. BnN at WP has NONE. They have Abhorsen though. Hardback still. T-T There’re a lot of books I could possibly fall headfirst into.

Time Enough For Love has gotten kinda draggy lately. >.> Although it was rather funny how he said they wear clothes all the time, even while they sleep. Hah. Funnay. Yeah. And he said clothes say a lot about your social status and what you do and your education. He’s in 1916 right now.

Last I read, he was attracted to his mother, so he cut his trip short. Or … that’s what he told himself, anyway. Time paradoxes, either you have or you haven’t. And his mother hadn’t been unfaithful to his dad, and he hadn’t had an eighth sibing.

That commercial, I guess it’s a car commercial. For the Passat? Can’t recall. He called hmself from the future. But don’t you think, if he’s in the future calling himself, then he’s in a trillion other places at other times, and so would that time or whatever have to lead to himself calling from the future again? Bad wording. ._.

Um. “Regardless of warnings the future doesn’t scare me at all. Nothing’s like before.” Utada Hikaru

I also like Amy Lee when she sings, “Look, here she comes now. Bow down and stare in wonder.”

I wish I could sing. Mommy had this theory that tone-deafness influenced your music tastes. Tone-deaf equals heavy metal. Something like that. ‘Cause Mickey likes tuneful pop stuff and plays cornet, and Mommy likes tuneful stuff, and plays cornet … and other instruments, and Auntie G is tone-deaf, and always liked the harder stuff. That was interesting. But then I pointed out someone I know of online can sing and wanted to be an opera singer at one time, and she likes Evanescence. Then Adam says he can’t sing and he likes metal and classic rock, but he played trumpet before.

I’m bored now. I forget what I’ve said. My brain died. I can’t recall what I’ve done today. Major stuff, yeah, but not small stuff …

Gambit’s extreeme power

Sunday, 25 May, 2003 at 11:13 pm

C: Does this show have Gambit?
me: No. What does he do?
C: He blows stuff up.
me: … How does he do that?
C: I don’t know. It’s cool.
me: How is blowing yourself up cool?
C: What? He blows stuff up.
me: Ohh, I thought you said he blows himself up.
C: That would be pretty cool, too.

come crush me now

Saturday, 24 May, 2003 at 10:56 pm

Today … I did a lot of chores and sliced and coded and stuff this layout. Yeah. Different style. Like? I do. For now. ^^;; I don’t know about in a few days …

Oh yeah. Daughter Darling. *thumbs up* Can’t wait. :D Also Michelle Branch has a new album coming out. And I’m getting interested in Rooney. And I adore Yo La Tengo’s “Little Eyes” and have decided to buy as many of their albums as I can.

Fried Green Tomatoes; Citizen Kane; gravestones

Friday, 23 May, 2003 at 6:58 pm

I think I am too old to be a carefree child, and too young to be anything else. :b Intead of “too old to be young and too young to be old” as said by Evelyn Couch. I finished that yesterday. Did I say that? I liked it.

I don’t know if I ever saw the ending to the movie. ^^;; Sat through the beginning and middle like three times, and I can’t ever recall the ending … like I saw Joy Luck Club two or three or four times, and it wasn’t until the fourth time that I remembered the ending long after I saw the whole movie. o.o;;

Today I watched KTLA News (Jennifer what’s-her-name kept laughing while she was looking at the Fox 11 copter pilot …), VH1/MTV stuff, uh … A.I. (the last half O_o), parts of Kikujiro XD, then watched Citizen Kane with Mommy. Fell asleep at one part. *falls over*

At the beginning, I kept laughing. And it’s all The Simpsons’ fault. XP But anyway. Good movie. Really bad tape. Mommy said we’re gonna get it on DVD. Yay, maybe then I’ll understand whatall they’re saying.

That reminds me. Not to spoil the book or anything (don’t think it’s much of a spoiler, I think the thing afterwards is more surprising … but then again, what do I know? I read things differently from other people. >.>) but when Evelyn visited the cemetary and saw the double headstone (or whatever they’re called … for couples) and I thought, gee, isn’t that a nice thing to have? One dies, the other just sits around knowing there’s something with his/her name on it, just waiting for the final date, then the people who made the gravestone in the first place have got another job over and done with. That was rather cynical, ne? ^^;;

Anyway. I also thought, what’s it like, to be expected to lie next to this person for eternity…. You know, to be tied in such a way … like, there’s the man’s name, there’s the woman’s first name, the man’s last name (legally her last name, but blah), and uhh … I’m just being weird. But still. It’s a thought.

Another thing, are their graves closer to each other than any others? Or is there like a certain distance away they have to start digging, so as not to hit any other caskets … which reminds me, I always wondered, like in X-Files when they dug up bodies, how did they do that? Would’t it be rude to strike the casket? Would they use that same marred one when they rebury the body? Or is it already marred by whatever’s going on in the ground?

Something I just thought … what if someone has their partner die, then remarries (respectably), where are they buried? Together? Separate? The first person with the second person? Or is it all in the prenuptials or something? Ahaha. Now I’m really being weird. What’s worse? Having two headstones or two grave plots? Two partners to choose between, or two families? And how did they do it in the past? Wife goes in the guy’s family cemetary, I guess. ^^;;

Family cemetaries give me the creeps. Ever since I saw that Nightmare Gallery episode. EEEEE!! *runs away with her hands thrown over her head at the thought*

TV day and house pricing

Wednesday, 21 May, 2003 at 11:39 pm

Today, instead of going on aim, like I told myself I would yesterday, I sat with Mommy and watched tv. First we watched Sylvia Browne on Montel. This show was about dreams. Hehehe.

This one lady, I figured out her dream when she said “I was in a house I loved …” I thought immediately, past life dream. And yeah, I was right. XD Her dad was insane and strangled her in a past life. O_o Another lady said she’d dreamed six weeks ago (before the taping) that she went to the bathroom and … dropped out a baby girl. o.o; Sylvia Browne said yeah, she’s gonna have a girl. How can she tell? I mean, other than that she’s a psychic … what’s the difference between that dream and other dreams of pregnancies? I dunno.

Then we watched … or I watched 80s videos on VH1 Classic. Yes, very original. Nicer than videos nowadays. This one video I saw on Yahoo, it was just a film editting thing with footage of a concert. Boring. But there was an 80s video I saw that was kind of formatted like that. Boring.

Then Mommy came back to sit down, after she’d done whatever, so I handed her the remote so I could finish reading Sybil and take a bath. She found this movie on the International Film Channel, Raise the Red Lantern, that had started half an hour earlier. She said, “Oh, watch this, this is tragic.” So I watched it. And yeah, it’s really sad. O_o In that, “That’s just sad,” kind of way.

After that this short came on, called “Colic” (Mommy: “It better be short!” ^^;;;) about, well, a colicky baby, and the dad, who had to quiet it down, and it showed him … well it’s hard to explain. Anyway. It was very clever. ^_^ Mommy always complained about mothers who made their husbands take care of the baby in the night when the husbands had to go to work the next morning, and the mothers didn’t have to go anywhere, and had the time to take a nap the next day while the baby was sleeping. Sometimes I wonder if she’d get mad at me if I made my husband get up to take care of the baby … *koff*

Well, then other stuff showed, and the next movie was Eat Drink, Man Woman, so I watched that. Dangit! I want good food!! Ever since Hamburger Habit, I’ve been wanting really good food. Like chicken teriyaki from the mall, or udon from Mitsuwa, or steak from George Petrelli’s … or almost anything. Mommy asked me, “Are you pregnant?” Ahah. Right. Anyway.

The daughters in the movie, they were all twenty or over, and they still lived at home. Wow. There was a study shown on Yahoo recently about expectations people have for life, and people generally said they should move out of their parents’ house by 21.5 (I think), which made no sense to me. I mean … if you’re still there at that age, just stay for a year or two longer, save money, buy a house, build up on real estate, help the economy! … Okay I’ll quit ranting. Um. Anyway.

The oldest daughter was … 27, at least, I don’t know her age, 31 at most, and everyone considered her an old maid, and expected her to stay at home and take care of her father. The youngest was 20 and worked at some fastfood restaurant while she went to university or whatever. The middle girl, I don’t know how old she was, but she was like one of the only women in an airline business thing, and I guess she slept around rather easily, and no one faulted her for still living at home. She was very successful. Although she got an apartment at the beginning of the movie, it was because she couldn’t stand her father anymore. Um. The point is … I don’t really care. I’ll live at home for as long as I durn well want to!

*ahem* Really, it isn’t a bad idea, considering. Mommy said stay as long as we wanted, she couldn’t stand having us spending money on housing when she had perfectly good roofs for us. Also, I wouldn’t have to buy/cook food. And I have no idea what job I’ll have, but I could save up a lot of money for a house in this area that way.

Which is another thing. Over the weekend, Daddy showed me this ad: built in 1939, “fabulous details, fireplace, plantation shutters, and hardwood floors,” “formal dining room with arched entry,” 3 bedroom, 1.75 bathroom, living area 1,580 sq ft, lot size 4,996 sq ft … asking price: $569,000. What the hell??? OUR house is worth that much, if not more! We don’t have the “fabulous details” or the “plantation shutters,” but we have FIVE bedrooms and TWO AND A HALF bathroom. Maybe the great room brings down the price though. A lady at my cousin’s bridal shower said they’re making houses with great rooms now, and just a small living room. She thought it made sense, everyone in the same room. Another lady said she thought the kids would be too noisy and in the way. O.o What kind of gathering is that, I ask? Not one that I’d wanna be at …

Anyway. I’m telling myself I’ll be going on aim tomorrow, but I don’t know. It’s just easier not to.