In which I am full of random tangents
Feb. 22nd, 2007 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
batskeetsWhile perusing listings on Craigslist, it's interesting to note that there seem to be a *lot* of people who are selling their wedding dresses, and that's just in bitty old Eugene. There could be even more of them on Craigslist in larger cities.
Maybe they're just more practical than I am, or maybe it's my packrat tendencies, but I don't think I'd be getting rid of my wedding dress unless I had some bad association with it... it kind of makes you wonder if there's a story behind each of those dresses.
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Apparently, my now-former coworker ate the following in Peru:
Holy craaaap. I'm all for having a sense of adventure, and yes, I know that all meat has a face before it lands on my dinner plate. But I *definitely* don't want said face to be ON my dinner plate, especially not with arms and legs included. Lord almighty. Seeing that lovely slice of what looks like melty havarti cheese on top makes me sad.
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When shooting the liquor promotion gig over this past weekend, I was a bit thrown off by the fact that people kept coming up behind me and *touching* me. Granted, these people were getting free mixed drinks courtesy of Jameson's, so I'm sure many of them were trashed beyond all reason. But, when they weren't using me to keep their balance while stepping down off of a 4-inch sidewalk curb, I went through this sort of exchange several times:
Me: [taking photo of something, per my job description]
Drunk Stranger: [comes up behind me mysteriously and places hand on my back]
Me: [turns around and stares, because that is NOT a familiar hand on my back]
Drunk Stranger: [pauses for meaningful gaze]
Oh, excuse me.
[gently moves me to one side and continues on their merry way]
It was probably one of those things where you had to be there, but it was... odd. Still, on the other hand, some guy felt compelled to grab Ben's ass while he was passing by, so I guess it could've been worse. ;p
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I can tell that it's getting colder again, because I can currently count thirteen places where my knuckles split during wushu practice yesterday. Most of them are very small, but they bled nonetheless. I really need to moisturize.
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Speaking of wushu, in the interest of helping my split landings, I intend to do phone book splits for at least the next month. If that goes well, I'll graduate to chair splits. Ken got his splits over winter break one year, just by sitting in them each day, so I can make my so-so splits into crazy-good splits, too, right?
Yes, I am crazy. Thanks for noticing. ;p
Maybe they're just more practical than I am, or maybe it's my packrat tendencies, but I don't think I'd be getting rid of my wedding dress unless I had some bad association with it... it kind of makes you wonder if there's a story behind each of those dresses.
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Apparently, my now-former coworker ate the following in Peru:
Holy craaaap. I'm all for having a sense of adventure, and yes, I know that all meat has a face before it lands on my dinner plate. But I *definitely* don't want said face to be ON my dinner plate, especially not with arms and legs included. Lord almighty. Seeing that lovely slice of what looks like melty havarti cheese on top makes me sad.
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When shooting the liquor promotion gig over this past weekend, I was a bit thrown off by the fact that people kept coming up behind me and *touching* me. Granted, these people were getting free mixed drinks courtesy of Jameson's, so I'm sure many of them were trashed beyond all reason. But, when they weren't using me to keep their balance while stepping down off of a 4-inch sidewalk curb, I went through this sort of exchange several times:
Me: [taking photo of something, per my job description]
Drunk Stranger: [comes up behind me mysteriously and places hand on my back]
Me: [turns around and stares, because that is NOT a familiar hand on my back]
Drunk Stranger: [pauses for meaningful gaze]
Oh, excuse me.
[gently moves me to one side and continues on their merry way]
It was probably one of those things where you had to be there, but it was... odd. Still, on the other hand, some guy felt compelled to grab Ben's ass while he was passing by, so I guess it could've been worse. ;p
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I can tell that it's getting colder again, because I can currently count thirteen places where my knuckles split during wushu practice yesterday. Most of them are very small, but they bled nonetheless. I really need to moisturize.
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Speaking of wushu, in the interest of helping my split landings, I intend to do phone book splits for at least the next month. If that goes well, I'll graduate to chair splits. Ken got his splits over winter break one year, just by sitting in them each day, so I can make my so-so splits into crazy-good splits, too, right?
Yes, I am crazy. Thanks for noticing. ;p
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Date: 2007-02-23 07:51 pm (UTC)