I finally watched Star Wars III last night.
How depressing. Well, we knew how it would end, but damn people. Did it have to be so grim? Poor Yoda. I've always loved Yoda--he just flat out kicks ass.
Lesson: Never underestimate someone because their smaller than you.
I'm also slightly depressed by the fact that there will be no more Ewan McGreggor as Obi One. Sigh.
I'm all for sexy Scotsmen (with swords of any kind). According to a friend of mine that's just a celtic thing though. She thinks you have to be of celtic descent to understand the attraction. She doesn't get it, but, hell, she's in to Australians, so there you go.
Anyway, overall I was not impressed. I thought the other two were better. I'm not sure why though, just didn't like it.
Nope, I'm going back to Hogwarts.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Questions
Here is a question,
At what point do we lose so many of the "little" things that make up who we are that we have lost ourselves?
Yes...hair color, style, clothing, music, paint colors for our houses, furnishings, cars, diet, hobbies, what we chose to place around ourselves (our "chosen environment" for a lack of better term) do not make up who we are, but is it not true that all these things combined make us who we are?
How many of those can we lose before we look in the mirror and realize we are someone different? And how do we stop the progression once it has begun?
Perhaps we just throw up our hands and give up? No, I think we should begin yelling and refuse to take a single step further. In fact don't we take many, many steps back? Should we not, in effect, revert to our pre-changed existence?
At what point do we lose so many of the "little" things that make up who we are that we have lost ourselves?
Yes...hair color, style, clothing, music, paint colors for our houses, furnishings, cars, diet, hobbies, what we chose to place around ourselves (our "chosen environment" for a lack of better term) do not make up who we are, but is it not true that all these things combined make us who we are?
How many of those can we lose before we look in the mirror and realize we are someone different? And how do we stop the progression once it has begun?
Perhaps we just throw up our hands and give up? No, I think we should begin yelling and refuse to take a single step further. In fact don't we take many, many steps back? Should we not, in effect, revert to our pre-changed existence?
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thanksgiving
Need I say more?
However...
the father-in-law does get to meet the future son-in-law this Thanksgiving. I regret that this holiday is not at my house. I'd like to be there for that one.
Ours will be quiet: Only us, my parents, and Clif's little sister. I miss the big Thanksgiving we all used to have in Syracuse. This is going to take some getting used to.
However...
the father-in-law does get to meet the future son-in-law this Thanksgiving. I regret that this holiday is not at my house. I'd like to be there for that one.
Ours will be quiet: Only us, my parents, and Clif's little sister. I miss the big Thanksgiving we all used to have in Syracuse. This is going to take some getting used to.
Alone
What an interesting weekend.
Clif is in Mississippi scrubbing his grandmothers ceiling. Don't ask it's hurricane related.
I am here in "the hood" alone (with my 38 and Casey). I was fine until tonight. On my way back from an emergency run for tape. Again don't ask it's West Elm related--I'm returning their messed up chair.
Anyway, I saw a very, I repeat, VERY suspicious looking guy at the "drug" house down the street. He looked right at me and did not blink. I don't like that, I usually run over people who do that. But alas he was on the sidewalk and it would have looked bad to go up all the way onto the sidewalk to teach him a lesson. I am just kidding guys. But seriously he did make me nervous, and more so because he later walked by the house and stopped in front for no apparent reason. I again watched him through the window so he knows that I know exactly what he looks like and so does my big, mean ass dog who barked at him.
Then there was the guy on the bike who stopped when I walked out on to the back porch to collect my beer and move the recycling bin.
So my reaction? Stare back, he moved on, but my hackles are up now. I've turned on Pat Benatar's "You Better Run" to boost my courage. Next I'll get into the Marilyn, that should do the trick.
I don't really know if its a drug house, but that's what the lady across the street says. There are a lot of short stops there so who knows. If it is its of the minor kind, not the hard core kind.
Sigh, maybe I'll get some target practice. For once, I hope not. I hate being afraid, I'm not used to this and I don't like it.
I wonder why I let this happen?
Clif is in Mississippi scrubbing his grandmothers ceiling. Don't ask it's hurricane related.
I am here in "the hood" alone (with my 38 and Casey). I was fine until tonight. On my way back from an emergency run for tape. Again don't ask it's West Elm related--I'm returning their messed up chair.
Anyway, I saw a very, I repeat, VERY suspicious looking guy at the "drug" house down the street. He looked right at me and did not blink. I don't like that, I usually run over people who do that. But alas he was on the sidewalk and it would have looked bad to go up all the way onto the sidewalk to teach him a lesson. I am just kidding guys. But seriously he did make me nervous, and more so because he later walked by the house and stopped in front for no apparent reason. I again watched him through the window so he knows that I know exactly what he looks like and so does my big, mean ass dog who barked at him.
Then there was the guy on the bike who stopped when I walked out on to the back porch to collect my beer and move the recycling bin.
So my reaction? Stare back, he moved on, but my hackles are up now. I've turned on Pat Benatar's "You Better Run" to boost my courage. Next I'll get into the Marilyn, that should do the trick.
I don't really know if its a drug house, but that's what the lady across the street says. There are a lot of short stops there so who knows. If it is its of the minor kind, not the hard core kind.
Sigh, maybe I'll get some target practice. For once, I hope not. I hate being afraid, I'm not used to this and I don't like it.
I wonder why I let this happen?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Yea
Yes,
one of my absolutely bestest, bestest friends just passed the New Jersey bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now she can party till she falls sleep ;) And in her oh so tall black boots.
You now who you are congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
one of my absolutely bestest, bestest friends just passed the New Jersey bar exam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now she can party till she falls sleep ;) And in her oh so tall black boots.
You now who you are congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Swearing in
Well,
The day is coming. I get sworn in next week. I still think there's been some mistake somewhere.
My cousin, a local judge, is my sponsoring attorney. I think it annoyed my boss that I didn't ask him, but hey it's family and he's really weird about stuff like that anyway.
I'm still feeling my way around the office, particularly him.
Very touchy guy, very SERIOUS--no nonsense kind a guy.
And as you all know, I am not. This is a problem--he causes me lots of stress. I can't tell you how many mornings I've gotten up vomiting from stress-induced nausa. (Jeremy-- no, I'm not the P word don't even say it or I'll curse your new couch)
But I'm doing better. I mostly work on real estate and title work now, not so much appellate or litigation work. I like it--it's like playing detective--especially with some of these rural county courthouses. Deeds are just willy-nily recorded, and "field verify" ...oh, that's a fun one.
Anyway, work is better--some days it's very enjoyable. Most days it's just work.
Otherwise, time is passing. Always passing.
The day is coming. I get sworn in next week. I still think there's been some mistake somewhere.
My cousin, a local judge, is my sponsoring attorney. I think it annoyed my boss that I didn't ask him, but hey it's family and he's really weird about stuff like that anyway.
I'm still feeling my way around the office, particularly him.
Very touchy guy, very SERIOUS--no nonsense kind a guy.
And as you all know, I am not. This is a problem--he causes me lots of stress. I can't tell you how many mornings I've gotten up vomiting from stress-induced nausa. (Jeremy-- no, I'm not the P word don't even say it or I'll curse your new couch)
But I'm doing better. I mostly work on real estate and title work now, not so much appellate or litigation work. I like it--it's like playing detective--especially with some of these rural county courthouses. Deeds are just willy-nily recorded, and "field verify" ...oh, that's a fun one.
Anyway, work is better--some days it's very enjoyable. Most days it's just work.
Otherwise, time is passing. Always passing.
80's music
So here I am still addicted to 80's music in 2005.
It's hopeless. My current obsession is A-Ha. A happy little 80's band still popular in the rest of the world. Just not here.
They have a new album out with a supposedly scandalous video I can't find online. It's supposedly very explicit. I'm like really? Was it the singer? He's 50 and totally looks just like he did in the 80's... sigh.
You guys all now I have a thing for older men with sexy accents, too. Irish or not.
I miss being young enough to think chances exist ;)
It's hopeless. My current obsession is A-Ha. A happy little 80's band still popular in the rest of the world. Just not here.
They have a new album out with a supposedly scandalous video I can't find online. It's supposedly very explicit. I'm like really? Was it the singer? He's 50 and totally looks just like he did in the 80's... sigh.
You guys all now I have a thing for older men with sexy accents, too. Irish or not.
I miss being young enough to think chances exist ;)
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