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I have wanted to write a personal LJ entry, but it seems the muses are in overdrive again. Between working on the birthday story for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tarion_anarore and my Midhavens stuff and, now, returning to the daily drabble, there hasn't been time for much else, least of all, rambling about my life.
But...before I begin said rambling, my sister got some really good news.
Actually, not good news but great news: She has been approved for her visa to live in the UK! Which means that she can marry her girlfriend Kirsty, since our narrow-minded country won't allow it!
I'm sad that my sister will be moving overseas; I'm sad that my sister has to move overseas or not be able to marry the woman she loves, but this is trumped by happiness that my sister gets to marry the woman that she loves! I can't imagine myself in the same situation, my country telling me that the person I want to spend the rest of my life with is unacceptable because of someone else's bigoted ideals. Last week, I was a ball of worries, knowing that Sharon's application was in the process of being reviewed. But she called me Saturday to say that it has been approved, so it seems I'm getting another sister-in-law. Yay!
While I'm rambling about my sister, I want to pimp her a bit. (Now doesn't that sound like a Library of Moria badfic or what??) But the other day, she wrote a piece on "gay adoption" that I thought was really wonderful. And I think it deserves to be read by anyone who's concerned about the rights of same-sex couples...and perhaps most of all, by people who think that they don't deserve the same rights as "normal" couples do.
Now, to rambling about the weekend....
This weekend was declared a Nerd Weekend. Nerd Weekends are called such because it involves three unequivocal nerds--Bobby, Potter, and me--spending the whole weekend together. Bobby also got good news on Friday, that he will likely be transferring to an office closer to home--eliminating his hour-long commute into DC every day--and so we had a nice supper at the Crab Shanty to celebrate. Potter came over later and we went to see V for Vendetta.
I've seen a lot of comic book movies with mixed results since I've never in my life read a comic book. But V for Vendetta was probably the best I've seen yet.
However, I do have something that I have wondered about for the past two weeks now: Why the hell do people feel it necessary to overlay a movie with their relentless personal commentary? Last week, Bobby and I indulged our love for cheesy horror flicks by seeing The Hills Have Eyes, and we were lucky enough to have a gaggle of teenybops behind us who liked to literally state what was going on onscreen. "Damn...that dog just bit him!" "Oh, there's something under that rock!" Dude, we're all watching the same movie; it is completely unnecessary to also narrate it.
For V, the requisite teenybops were slightly more quiet and less inane. They liked to add commentary to the moments that were designed to be emotional, probably to show their male friends that "that emotional lovey-dovey crap doesn't work on me." When Evie kissed V, someone said, "Man, she's all over his junk!" Erm...no. She kissed a badly scarred man in a mask.
But really. Were these people born in the proverbial barn? Why even watch a movie if you're not going to shut up for more than five seconds? And why assume that everyone else in the theater cares to hear your running commentary? Nrgh.
Sadly, this was Columbia AMC theater, which is a our favorite movie theater (not because it's called AMC) because it's clean and comfortable and their customer service doesn't blow. But it's Columbia, the cradle of pseudo-riche suburbanites who drop their kids off at the mall so that they can go drink white Zinfandel at TGIFridays with their insurance salesmen friends. It makes me wish that Ellicott City had a movie theater.
Saturday was Bobby's hockey playoffs. If you can call a "tournament" with three teams a playoff. Unfortunately, his team lost. However, they played very well--some of their best--despite being out two key players. And they lost because the other team--being consistently the worst team in the C-league--has taken to inviting their A- and B-league cronies to play in C-league games. So half of the team wasn't even part of their roster, and it makes sense that a C-league team would get beaten by a bunch of A- and B-league ringers.
Of course, given the stellar management of the IceWorld league, this is permitted. I really hope that Bobby finds a new league. Or that the Dragonfish find a new league, since Bobby doesn't seem to mind playing for them. (Although watching him skate up to the goal with the rest of his team dragging their feet behind him is frustrating for me.) But IceWorld just sucks. I'm sorry, but they do. When you pay $400 for a league, the least they can do is check a damned roster before the game starts.
Meanwhile, I was actually productive for the candy business this weekend. I did the CSS stylesheet for the layout of our website and the navigation menu. I just need to tinker with fonts and colors and sit down with Potter to make some graphics, and a rudimentary site will be ready to go. *squees* I also made three orders: two for friends and one for a coworker. Pictures of my pretties will be posted just as soon as I nab them from the digital camera. (Likely, you'll be coaxed into squeeing over a screenshot of my website again soon too. I'm hopeless!)
Sunday, I practiced my solo for the first time as a solo. It required a bit of tinkering but not much, and I'm almost finished it. Then it's time for finishing touches. Ms. Jackie keeps praising my spirals, saying they're the best they've ever been. I do two: a left forward and a right backward. At first, I didn't believe her--as I used to be able to hold my leg in a full split in my youth (these days, I can barely do a split on the ground)--but she keeps insisting...and spirals are always overwhelmingly popular with audiences, which is kind of frustrating, since they're not that difficult, and no one ever applauds for the stuff that's actually challenging.
The easier it looks, the harder it probably is.
Well, the muses--more specifically, Meryth--are tugging my sleeve, asking to use the computer. I don't dare defy them! I'll be back later with the daily drabble.
tarion_anarore and my Midhavens stuff and, now, returning to the daily drabble, there hasn't been time for much else, least of all, rambling about my life.But...before I begin said rambling, my sister got some really good news.
Actually, not good news but great news: She has been approved for her visa to live in the UK! Which means that she can marry her girlfriend Kirsty, since our narrow-minded country won't allow it!
I'm sad that my sister will be moving overseas; I'm sad that my sister has to move overseas or not be able to marry the woman she loves, but this is trumped by happiness that my sister gets to marry the woman that she loves! I can't imagine myself in the same situation, my country telling me that the person I want to spend the rest of my life with is unacceptable because of someone else's bigoted ideals. Last week, I was a ball of worries, knowing that Sharon's application was in the process of being reviewed. But she called me Saturday to say that it has been approved, so it seems I'm getting another sister-in-law. Yay!
While I'm rambling about my sister, I want to pimp her a bit. (Now doesn't that sound like a Library of Moria badfic or what??) But the other day, she wrote a piece on "gay adoption" that I thought was really wonderful. And I think it deserves to be read by anyone who's concerned about the rights of same-sex couples...and perhaps most of all, by people who think that they don't deserve the same rights as "normal" couples do.
Now, to rambling about the weekend....
This weekend was declared a Nerd Weekend. Nerd Weekends are called such because it involves three unequivocal nerds--Bobby, Potter, and me--spending the whole weekend together. Bobby also got good news on Friday, that he will likely be transferring to an office closer to home--eliminating his hour-long commute into DC every day--and so we had a nice supper at the Crab Shanty to celebrate. Potter came over later and we went to see V for Vendetta.
I've seen a lot of comic book movies with mixed results since I've never in my life read a comic book. But V for Vendetta was probably the best I've seen yet.
However, I do have something that I have wondered about for the past two weeks now: Why the hell do people feel it necessary to overlay a movie with their relentless personal commentary? Last week, Bobby and I indulged our love for cheesy horror flicks by seeing The Hills Have Eyes, and we were lucky enough to have a gaggle of teenybops behind us who liked to literally state what was going on onscreen. "Damn...that dog just bit him!" "Oh, there's something under that rock!" Dude, we're all watching the same movie; it is completely unnecessary to also narrate it.
For V, the requisite teenybops were slightly more quiet and less inane. They liked to add commentary to the moments that were designed to be emotional, probably to show their male friends that "that emotional lovey-dovey crap doesn't work on me." When Evie kissed V, someone said, "Man, she's all over his junk!" Erm...no. She kissed a badly scarred man in a mask.
But really. Were these people born in the proverbial barn? Why even watch a movie if you're not going to shut up for more than five seconds? And why assume that everyone else in the theater cares to hear your running commentary? Nrgh.
Sadly, this was Columbia AMC theater, which is a our favorite movie theater (not because it's called AMC) because it's clean and comfortable and their customer service doesn't blow. But it's Columbia, the cradle of pseudo-riche suburbanites who drop their kids off at the mall so that they can go drink white Zinfandel at TGIFridays with their insurance salesmen friends. It makes me wish that Ellicott City had a movie theater.
Saturday was Bobby's hockey playoffs. If you can call a "tournament" with three teams a playoff. Unfortunately, his team lost. However, they played very well--some of their best--despite being out two key players. And they lost because the other team--being consistently the worst team in the C-league--has taken to inviting their A- and B-league cronies to play in C-league games. So half of the team wasn't even part of their roster, and it makes sense that a C-league team would get beaten by a bunch of A- and B-league ringers.
Of course, given the stellar management of the IceWorld league, this is permitted. I really hope that Bobby finds a new league. Or that the Dragonfish find a new league, since Bobby doesn't seem to mind playing for them. (Although watching him skate up to the goal with the rest of his team dragging their feet behind him is frustrating for me.) But IceWorld just sucks. I'm sorry, but they do. When you pay $400 for a league, the least they can do is check a damned roster before the game starts.
Meanwhile, I was actually productive for the candy business this weekend. I did the CSS stylesheet for the layout of our website and the navigation menu. I just need to tinker with fonts and colors and sit down with Potter to make some graphics, and a rudimentary site will be ready to go. *squees* I also made three orders: two for friends and one for a coworker. Pictures of my pretties will be posted just as soon as I nab them from the digital camera. (Likely, you'll be coaxed into squeeing over a screenshot of my website again soon too. I'm hopeless!)
Sunday, I practiced my solo for the first time as a solo. It required a bit of tinkering but not much, and I'm almost finished it. Then it's time for finishing touches. Ms. Jackie keeps praising my spirals, saying they're the best they've ever been. I do two: a left forward and a right backward. At first, I didn't believe her--as I used to be able to hold my leg in a full split in my youth (these days, I can barely do a split on the ground)--but she keeps insisting...and spirals are always overwhelmingly popular with audiences, which is kind of frustrating, since they're not that difficult, and no one ever applauds for the stuff that's actually challenging.
The easier it looks, the harder it probably is.
Well, the muses--more specifically, Meryth--are tugging my sleeve, asking to use the computer. I don't dare defy them! I'll be back later with the daily drabble.
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Date: 2006-03-21 04:44 pm (UTC)When your business is up and running I *do* hope you'll be taking international orders!
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Date: 2006-03-21 05:21 pm (UTC)Actually, my sister and soon-to-be sister-in-law want to start their own business...I said, "Why not a UK Nelyo's franchise?" So it might not be international at all. :)