SWOTD: Un dolor en mi ojo. - A pain in my eye
My eye is twitching.
I don't know why.
The bottom lid
of my right eye.
Not enough for
someone else to see
just enough to
annoy the heck out of me.
I didn't mean for that to come out in poetry, but it rhymed so just consider it a RAP Random Act of Poetry.
It started twitching while I was watching Ben-Hur. I can't believe I've never seen that movie before... and let me tell you how mad I was when the disk was unplayable in two parts. Sure, the movie's 3 1/2 hours long, but when you miss the big scene where his friend betrays him and sends him to the galleys(row, row, row your boat) and then you flip over to side B and miss the scene where Esther converts to Christianity and wants to drag the poor lepers out to hear him speak? I was irky. At least the chariot scene was complete.
I went to bed before finishing the documentary about it narrated by Christopher Plummer. Did you know there have been 4 film versions of Ben-Hur? And we have the author of the book to thank for the film copyright infringment standards. He was the first person to sue a film company for using his book without permission. It went all the way to the Supreme Court who ruled in his favor.
This eye twitch is going to get old very quickly. Any ideas on how to get rid of it?
Friday, May 28, 2004
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Friday, May 21, 2004
Red Heads
SWOTD: Eventualamente - possibly - thought I was making it up... my aides had a 5 minute argument over it was an actual word in Spanish. It's in the dictionary... but it doesn't translate literally to eventually. Go Figure.
So Judy came into my room at lunch today, asking for some computer help. She couldn't get an article to pull up from the email program. I gave a short lecture about the evils of Mac computers before showing her how to check her email online.
She opens an email from her daughter which has a link to the New York Posts Gossip page So Judy tells her mom to read the second article about Tim Robbins and Sean Penn. She's the mystery girl mentioned. She works in New York as a big event planner. So, according to her, they were actually talking about politics... and a special charity event this weekend. The article also doesn't mention that her boyfriend was there, and that he's a friend of both Tim Robbins and Sean Penn.
I think it would be strange to read about your daughter as the "the model-tall, flame-haired woman" alone in a corner with a married celebrity. Judy said her daughter has met Susan Sarandon, but received a cold ice stare from her.
Thus ends another strange but true tale from Omouse's Strange Internet Ramblings.
So Judy came into my room at lunch today, asking for some computer help. She couldn't get an article to pull up from the email program. I gave a short lecture about the evils of Mac computers before showing her how to check her email online.
She opens an email from her daughter which has a link to the New York Posts Gossip page So Judy tells her mom to read the second article about Tim Robbins and Sean Penn. She's the mystery girl mentioned. She works in New York as a big event planner. So, according to her, they were actually talking about politics... and a special charity event this weekend. The article also doesn't mention that her boyfriend was there, and that he's a friend of both Tim Robbins and Sean Penn.
I think it would be strange to read about your daughter as the "the model-tall, flame-haired woman" alone in a corner with a married celebrity. Judy said her daughter has met Susan Sarandon, but received a cold ice stare from her.
Thus ends another strange but true tale from Omouse's Strange Internet Ramblings.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Bad Day
SWOTD - dia malo (see above)
I knew it was going to be a bad day when I woke up at 3:30. Gugh! When my alarm went off I lazed for 15 minutes then headed off to the shower. Got dressed, went looking for my brush... then realized I had somehow forgot to rinse the conditioner from my hair. Duh!
Nobody wants to do any work. I assigned a project for my Period 3 class and not a single student turned it in. Nada. So the whole class has a 0 on the project. I'm fed up. Seriously.
I was rather disappointed by the Angel Finale last night. Too rushed, too unexplained too indefinite. I think Wesley died just so Illyria could turn back into Fred. And I still have no frickin' clue why Lorn got all wiggy and shot Leslie. Anyway... at least it wasn't as bad as Farscape.
I knew it was going to be a bad day when I woke up at 3:30. Gugh! When my alarm went off I lazed for 15 minutes then headed off to the shower. Got dressed, went looking for my brush... then realized I had somehow forgot to rinse the conditioner from my hair. Duh!
Nobody wants to do any work. I assigned a project for my Period 3 class and not a single student turned it in. Nada. So the whole class has a 0 on the project. I'm fed up. Seriously.
I was rather disappointed by the Angel Finale last night. Too rushed, too unexplained too indefinite. I think Wesley died just so Illyria could turn back into Fred. And I still have no frickin' clue why Lorn got all wiggy and shot Leslie. Anyway... at least it wasn't as bad as Farscape.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Bubbalicious
SWOTD: Crecer - to grow
Ankle still hurts, toes still purple, and I just want it to go away.
Today we role played a restaurant. While they were writing their menus I watched a girl take out a piece of gum and start to unrap it. I reached over her shoulder, took it, and then put it in my mouth and nearly choked trying to chew it. I'm used to gum sticks, not gum squares and it takes a while to get them down to manageable squares.
Chew, chew, chew, chew. Then Leslie decides to get cute and blow a bubble. I decided to get cute and blow a bubble, then tell her to spit her gum out.
Instead I end up popping the bubble all over my glasses. The two girls laughed at me and I laughed so hard at myself I doubled over, turned red and started tearing up.
I learned two things.
1. Never try to outbubble a kid
and
2. White Board Cleaner efficiently removes bubble gum from pretty much anything.
Ankle still hurts, toes still purple, and I just want it to go away.
Today we role played a restaurant. While they were writing their menus I watched a girl take out a piece of gum and start to unrap it. I reached over her shoulder, took it, and then put it in my mouth and nearly choked trying to chew it. I'm used to gum sticks, not gum squares and it takes a while to get them down to manageable squares.
Chew, chew, chew, chew. Then Leslie decides to get cute and blow a bubble. I decided to get cute and blow a bubble, then tell her to spit her gum out.
Instead I end up popping the bubble all over my glasses. The two girls laughed at me and I laughed so hard at myself I doubled over, turned red and started tearing up.
I learned two things.
1. Never try to outbubble a kid
and
2. White Board Cleaner efficiently removes bubble gum from pretty much anything.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Old Ladies
Happy Birthday to Mel,
Happy Birthday to Mel,
Happy Birthday to Mel-iiiiii-ssa,
Happy Birthday to Mel,
Happy Birthday to Mel,
Happy Birthday to Mel-iiiiii-ssa,
Happy Birthday to Mel,
Monday, May 17, 2004
Twilight Zone and Bernstein
SWOTD: Concierto de coro - Choir concert.
Despite all the mess ups and tenative screwiness that preceeded the concert, it really came off well. I only messed up once during my solo, and nobody noticed... except David the Director.
Everyone did a great job and despite the low turn out, I heard nothing but positive comments. I finally actually got to listen to some of the lyrics of "Best of All Possible Worlds," a song from Candide about marriage. A teacher tells his students to ask him questions. One of the questions is about divorce. If marriage is such a blessed event, why do so many people get divorced. His answer: Divorce is a good thing. It allows people to be married over and over again. I almost started laughing behind them.
I have no problem of smiling on stage. Rainbow taught me well. There's actually a little bit of ventrilliquism involved in smiling and talking to the person next to you to tell her that she needs to stop singing your part and sing her own. Sigh.
Anyway, today Period 2 was a Twilight Zone... The ten minute bell rang ten minutes early... then I realized that the clock was ten minutes fast. So they rang the bells by hand. Later, when trying to figure out what time we should go to the library, the clocks were 10 minutes slow. When we actually got to the library, the clocks were on time, but an hour fast.
I've been keeping a close eye on them, and they seem to be fixed. Goody. Can't wait for the day to be over. I'm starting to get a bit of summer fever. We have two full weeks left of school, then Memorial Day, then three days and Finals start that Friday and continue to Graduation on the 10th. Scary Really.
Despite all the mess ups and tenative screwiness that preceeded the concert, it really came off well. I only messed up once during my solo, and nobody noticed... except David the Director.
Everyone did a great job and despite the low turn out, I heard nothing but positive comments. I finally actually got to listen to some of the lyrics of "Best of All Possible Worlds," a song from Candide about marriage. A teacher tells his students to ask him questions. One of the questions is about divorce. If marriage is such a blessed event, why do so many people get divorced. His answer: Divorce is a good thing. It allows people to be married over and over again. I almost started laughing behind them.
I have no problem of smiling on stage. Rainbow taught me well. There's actually a little bit of ventrilliquism involved in smiling and talking to the person next to you to tell her that she needs to stop singing your part and sing her own. Sigh.
Anyway, today Period 2 was a Twilight Zone... The ten minute bell rang ten minutes early... then I realized that the clock was ten minutes fast. So they rang the bells by hand. Later, when trying to figure out what time we should go to the library, the clocks were 10 minutes slow. When we actually got to the library, the clocks were on time, but an hour fast.
I've been keeping a close eye on them, and they seem to be fixed. Goody. Can't wait for the day to be over. I'm starting to get a bit of summer fever. We have two full weeks left of school, then Memorial Day, then three days and Finals start that Friday and continue to Graduation on the 10th. Scary Really.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Purple Toes
SWOTD: dedos morados (see title... except in Spanish fingers and toes are the same word.)
Well, a very interesting pattern has finally appeared on my foot. It was blue yesterday and today it's a sickly shade of purple. My big toe is fine, but the next two have purple stripes. Then there's a slight blush tint that runs across the top of my foot to my right side and then breaks out in another purple blotch.
I'm still hobbling, but only minor. I should be able to stand on the risers for the concert on Saturday that no one is coming to. :(
On a happier note... Clare sent me a note that made me giggle...
Hi :)
Just a small note... Was reading your 'blog' and reading some parts outloud to Anna... and she's a bit miffed (to say the least) that you dream of, uhm, "talking" with James Marsters. She requests that you keep him out of her dreams since he's required to be in her dreams. However, there is always the point that you are eight hours behind, so she dreams about him for 8 hours, wakes, and then you dream about him. A sort of share policy. Except Anna is not the sharing kind in this department.
Failing this, you can always just send a Ghost of the Robot CD...
Love C. :)
Well, a very interesting pattern has finally appeared on my foot. It was blue yesterday and today it's a sickly shade of purple. My big toe is fine, but the next two have purple stripes. Then there's a slight blush tint that runs across the top of my foot to my right side and then breaks out in another purple blotch.
I'm still hobbling, but only minor. I should be able to stand on the risers for the concert on Saturday that no one is coming to. :(
On a happier note... Clare sent me a note that made me giggle...
Hi :)
Just a small note... Was reading your 'blog' and reading some parts outloud to Anna... and she's a bit miffed (to say the least) that you dream of, uhm, "talking" with James Marsters. She requests that you keep him out of her dreams since he's required to be in her dreams. However, there is always the point that you are eight hours behind, so she dreams about him for 8 hours, wakes, and then you dream about him. A sort of share policy. Except Anna is not the sharing kind in this department.
Failing this, you can always just send a Ghost of the Robot CD...
Love C. :)
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Help! I've fallen and I...
Am hobbling around like a drunken sailor... not that I've actually seen a drunken sailor. Thought I'd take out the trash right before our Mother's Day Tea... bad idea. Oh, I got to the dumpster all right, but on the way back I missed the little step and fell, twisting my foot back and pounding both of my knees. I also managed to split my skirt, which had a knee height split to "sexier" according to my sister. It was not several inches over the knee.
I picked myself off the pavement and managed to stagger in the door. I don't think I've ever actually experienced shock like that before. It was scary. My ears were ringing, there were little black dots everywhere, my stomach was nauseous, and I started sweating.
My sister and I were both calm and managed to firmly ensconce me in her purple swivel chair with my ankle on a piano bench and encased in ice.
Just very glad it happened 10 minutes before the tea, and not before when I was squeezing the devil out of the slightly lumpy white chocolate to put pretty little stripes on the petit fours.
So I call Kaiser and get an appointment for Urgent Care at 8:15 in Harbor City, which is about 8 miles or so up PCH from my house. It's a huge complex with at least 5 buildings. Sat in the parking lot for a while until I realized I was at the wrong building. It was a good thing I was early. I hobbled up to Urgent Care, only for the doctor to take a cursory look and send me across the street for X-rays.
Hobbled out to my car, drove around looking for X-rays and parking spot, ended up parking in Doctor's Parking... which just so happened to be open and found a spot right near the rear door, ten yards from xray.
Wrote a little in my notebook, made some notations about some of the people. One girl had two cell phones clipped to her Sponge Bob Square Pants pajama bottoms. I guess when your significant other breaks an arm, you aren't too picky about what you put on.
There was a huge argument over me though. They couldn't figure out who could legally push me out to my car. I offered to just hobble but they ignored me. They called security, but then security was told the couldn't wheel a patient, and nurses aren't supposed to wheel a patient outside. So they had me sitting there waiting. Just as I was about to get out of the chair and hobble myself out, they just decided that if two nurses went, that could be okay.
So I got wheeled out to my car, then drove and hobbled back to urgent care. They don't think anything is broken but they sent my xrays off to Glendale to make sure. They wrapped my ankle and gave me a pair of crutches and sent me on my way.
I picked myself off the pavement and managed to stagger in the door. I don't think I've ever actually experienced shock like that before. It was scary. My ears were ringing, there were little black dots everywhere, my stomach was nauseous, and I started sweating.
My sister and I were both calm and managed to firmly ensconce me in her purple swivel chair with my ankle on a piano bench and encased in ice.
Just very glad it happened 10 minutes before the tea, and not before when I was squeezing the devil out of the slightly lumpy white chocolate to put pretty little stripes on the petit fours.
So I call Kaiser and get an appointment for Urgent Care at 8:15 in Harbor City, which is about 8 miles or so up PCH from my house. It's a huge complex with at least 5 buildings. Sat in the parking lot for a while until I realized I was at the wrong building. It was a good thing I was early. I hobbled up to Urgent Care, only for the doctor to take a cursory look and send me across the street for X-rays.
Hobbled out to my car, drove around looking for X-rays and parking spot, ended up parking in Doctor's Parking... which just so happened to be open and found a spot right near the rear door, ten yards from xray.
Wrote a little in my notebook, made some notations about some of the people. One girl had two cell phones clipped to her Sponge Bob Square Pants pajama bottoms. I guess when your significant other breaks an arm, you aren't too picky about what you put on.
There was a huge argument over me though. They couldn't figure out who could legally push me out to my car. I offered to just hobble but they ignored me. They called security, but then security was told the couldn't wheel a patient, and nurses aren't supposed to wheel a patient outside. So they had me sitting there waiting. Just as I was about to get out of the chair and hobble myself out, they just decided that if two nurses went, that could be okay.
So I got wheeled out to my car, then drove and hobbled back to urgent care. They don't think anything is broken but they sent my xrays off to Glendale to make sure. They wrapped my ankle and gave me a pair of crutches and sent me on my way.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Fish Fries and Viruses
SWOTD: pescado asado - fish fry... which mean that carne asada literally means barbequed meat... asado means cookout or barbeque. Learn something new every day.
My dad's fish fry was on Saturday. I was glad to get out of the apartment (read hellishly hot box) and do a load of laundry along with accompanying my dad to Cypress. There is always tons of food... I mean a plethora of nonfish items... which is a good thing, considering the family joke is if a cow swam across a river, I wouldn't eat it. Barry apparently made 40 pounds of beef along with the four men cooking fish and Dad's fish jerkey. Not to mention the lasagna, pot stickers, taquitos, salads, veggies and fruit that were laid out to snack on.
Before we left for Barry's I picked up two rolls of film I had developed of New York, Philly, and the Festival of Books. Right so it's only 5 months since I've been there. When we were teens, every once in a while I'd go to Costco with a load of film and I'd grab an extra mystery roll out of the drawer o'film and develop it too. Sometimes it would be years. I plan to put the pics up on my website soon enough... right after I GET RID OF THE STUPID COMPUTER VIRUS!
Be careful... that Sasser worm is evil evil evil. About a minute after you connect to the internet, it puts up a screen that counts down 60 seconds before your machine is rebooted. It took me about 4 reboots before I really figured out what was going on. I think I finally got rid of it this morning, but I had Norton running one last virus check as I left for school this morning. I really have a hard time believing there are punks out there that have nothing better to do than ruin my afternoon. I did feel better when I found out that the Sasser virus is not spread through me being an idiot and opening up an application. Well, feel better is not quite the word... Norton didn't come out with its protection until Sat... but I think I caught it on Friday. sigh.
Sunday was an okay day. I watched my new movie... impulse buy - Love Actually. It's such a great movie. The jewel of it is an 8 minute deleted scene where Emma Thompson's character tells Liam Neelson to look up Claudia Schiffer on the internet. He does but adds the word "naked" to his search and gets a screen full of popup windows full of porn which he can't get rid of. A knock at the door reveals the father of his recently deceased wife who sees the monitor. Liam's character bribes his little stepson to take the blame. I was laughing my butt off.
Anyway, started to feel icky around noonish and took a nap. When I awoke, I was hot and was severely disappointed that it was only three. Took a cold shower then decided to escape my apartment (read: hellishly hot box) and go to the movies. I think I would have paid $7 just for the air conditioning. I saw Connie and Carla... it was cute, if totally predictable... but I'm a sucker for musical screwball comedies. Two unsuccessful showgirls witness a murder and go on the lam by pretending to be drag queens. Cross Some Like it Hot with Victor, Victoria and you've got the idea. Not something I'd own, and most probably a renter rather than a must see, unless you're really just paying for the AC. ;)
My dad's fish fry was on Saturday. I was glad to get out of the apartment (read hellishly hot box) and do a load of laundry along with accompanying my dad to Cypress. There is always tons of food... I mean a plethora of nonfish items... which is a good thing, considering the family joke is if a cow swam across a river, I wouldn't eat it. Barry apparently made 40 pounds of beef along with the four men cooking fish and Dad's fish jerkey. Not to mention the lasagna, pot stickers, taquitos, salads, veggies and fruit that were laid out to snack on.
Before we left for Barry's I picked up two rolls of film I had developed of New York, Philly, and the Festival of Books. Right so it's only 5 months since I've been there. When we were teens, every once in a while I'd go to Costco with a load of film and I'd grab an extra mystery roll out of the drawer o'film and develop it too. Sometimes it would be years. I plan to put the pics up on my website soon enough... right after I GET RID OF THE STUPID COMPUTER VIRUS!
Be careful... that Sasser worm is evil evil evil. About a minute after you connect to the internet, it puts up a screen that counts down 60 seconds before your machine is rebooted. It took me about 4 reboots before I really figured out what was going on. I think I finally got rid of it this morning, but I had Norton running one last virus check as I left for school this morning. I really have a hard time believing there are punks out there that have nothing better to do than ruin my afternoon. I did feel better when I found out that the Sasser virus is not spread through me being an idiot and opening up an application. Well, feel better is not quite the word... Norton didn't come out with its protection until Sat... but I think I caught it on Friday. sigh.
Sunday was an okay day. I watched my new movie... impulse buy - Love Actually. It's such a great movie. The jewel of it is an 8 minute deleted scene where Emma Thompson's character tells Liam Neelson to look up Claudia Schiffer on the internet. He does but adds the word "naked" to his search and gets a screen full of popup windows full of porn which he can't get rid of. A knock at the door reveals the father of his recently deceased wife who sees the monitor. Liam's character bribes his little stepson to take the blame. I was laughing my butt off.
Anyway, started to feel icky around noonish and took a nap. When I awoke, I was hot and was severely disappointed that it was only three. Took a cold shower then decided to escape my apartment (read: hellishly hot box) and go to the movies. I think I would have paid $7 just for the air conditioning. I saw Connie and Carla... it was cute, if totally predictable... but I'm a sucker for musical screwball comedies. Two unsuccessful showgirls witness a murder and go on the lam by pretending to be drag queens. Cross Some Like it Hot with Victor, Victoria and you've got the idea. Not something I'd own, and most probably a renter rather than a must see, unless you're really just paying for the AC. ;)
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