Is your kitchen a sight? Is your wardrobe all run down and bare? Is your lipstick all smeared? Are your stockings not shear? Do they make your legs show all... your haaair? Do the tears on your pillow, roll down as you turn... do they short out the blanket, and make the sheets burn? Is your heaaarrrt filled with pain!? Will you come back again? Shop at Macy's and love me tonight!
Ech hem. Excuse me. And now for something completely different.
I’m really ticked at Moveable Type. Why? It’s doing really rude things to my server speed somehow, or something. Everything’s moving so slow, and last night, it ate one of my posts. And it was a good post, too. Very funny. Mmhmm. I was really ticked and by the time I finally got over being mad I realized it was too late, the pain killers had already set in, and it was time for bed. I didn’t even attempt to rewrite it.
And I’m not going to. So there.
Let’s see, quick news report from the day and then I have to get to sleep. I called the Count today; I think I got his wife on the phone. I had prepared a big long list of things to say in German, and under the strain of nervousness, I promptly butchered the pronunciation. Oops. Apparently I can’t speak too well in foreign languages under stress. At least not yet anyway. Besides that, it’s German, it’s so hard not to sound really mean and nasty whilst already under considerable strain and frustration. Therefore, is it really so hard to believe that I completely messed up, “Ich telephoniere, um ein Geschäft Abkommen vorzuschlagen mit Prinz Kretzulesco.”? I was doing somewhat okay – I think – until I got to “vorzuschlagen”. I think she giggled at me.
Oh well, at least I probably made her smile, or grimace, whichever. Ugh.
At least she responded nicely enough – she gave me their fax number (which I already had, but it was nice to have it confirmed nonetheless) and invited me to send a letter to them that way so they could have it translated into German. I like that plan. No more butchering of their language.
So Dean and I will have to get together at some point soon, write the fax, and send it off to them. I was hoping to be able to meet up with him today, but his phones were all out and it was just a mess trying to get a hold of him. I’m hoping we can get together Saturday evening, right after I get back from Denver.
Speaking of Denver, I’m leaving in eight hours. Hooray! That means I have to get up in six hours. Ugh! And I have yet to have any time to research what there is to do there, which means I’ll be flying by the seat of my pants. Ouch! I wonder where that phrase comes from, it’s so odd. Curious!
Hehe, okay, sorry, I’ll quit. I’m just a wee bit loopy and sleep-deprived, cut me some slack.
Also, please cut me some more slack on the whole political post. I think I said some pretty stupid stuff while in rant-mode. One thing that I do think is really funny is that no one seems to have said anything about any of the Democrat’s stances that I had a problem with, only the expected comments that G.W.’s worse, and that politicians sometimes say stupid things. I was kind of expecting some interesting debate on socialized medicine or something. Just cause I disagree with a democrat doesn’t mean I’m automatically pro-Bush. I can’t believe it, everyone I talk to about this automatically leaps into that, just saying how horrible Bush is. You know what, just cause Bush is horrible doesn’t mean the Dems aren’t. Just cause Bush is nasty doesn’t mean we should support a Democrat who wants to turn us into this weird socialized messed up hole of a country (in my opinion, anyway). Honestly, I don’t like any of ‘em, so there. We can all just stop with the defensive strategy of how awful Bush is. I wanted to talk about Democrats, dang it! Their opinions, their platforms… *sigh*
Oops, there I went again… sorry. No need to respond to that stuff. Just ignore it. More half-thought-out political craziness.
Random opinion of the day: It’s really sad that Val Kilmer ended up smoking so much pot. He was kinda cute at one point, he could sing pretty dang well for a while, he was even really funny, now he’s just… weird. Too bad, really. What brought this on? I found an old Mp3 CD that I thought I’d lost (don’t you just love finds like that?) It had two Mp3 folders on it: Old Stuff and Silliness. In the Silliness category there were several of his songs from the movie “Top Secret”. Great spoof film where Val Kilmer plays an American rock star who gets caught up in the underground resistance of cold war East Germany. Good stuff, and he actually performed all of his own songs. I think my favorite’s still his Macy’s version of ‘Are You Lonesome Tonight?’
Kinda makes one wonder why he didn’t sing his own stuff in ‘Prince of Egypt’. Sure, it’s funny and all that he played both Moses and God, carrying on a conversation with himself during the whole burning bush business, but why’d they get someone else to sing his songs? Hmm. Curiouser and curiouser.
I should probably go to sleep, but I don’t think I can yet. I just don’t feel that tired. I hate that.
You know, you should go rent ‘Silk Stockings’. It’s a great Fred Astaire movie. I’ve had one of the songs from it stuck in my head ever since I saw it a few weeks ago – ‘The Ritz Roll and Rock’. It was a really cute update for Fred; a blend of his old ‘Top Hat, White Tie, and Tails’ routine, and the whole explosion of rock and roll that was so popular at the time. You should rent it, it’s good people. Or something.
Yay! Someone just came online to entertain me… er, I mean, to keep me company. :) Yeah, there we go.
Two post-scripts to tonight's post. Firstly, I remembered part of the blog that got deleted last night that I'm really sad is gone, so I'm going to attempt to rewrite it. I got to talk to one of my new friends on the phone for the first time last night - his name's Leland, I met him a few months ago, and he's generally a really sweet, nice, outgoing guy. Now I'm trying to bed my parents to let me visit him on New Years Eve since he's a DJ and hosts some pretty nice sounding parties. I haven't been to one of those in ages, just a really exciting place to go and dance and smile at people.
It was nice to have someone to talk to on the phone for a change, especially someone who could discuss geeky things. :) We also got off on a funny little tangent about dogs, which has completely reaffirmed my never-ending childish wish to have a puppy. Sad, isn't it? I've been reduced to a whiney little 10-year-old who's dying for a cute, white, pure-bred Samoyed... Hehe, I don't want much, do I?
Speaking of being childish, this leads into my second post-script:
My inner child is ten years old!
The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.
How Old is Your Inner Child?
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I think that fits, and oddly enough, I'm really proud of it. I'm 10! Yay! Next thing you know I'll be drawing snakes eating elephants, and no one will understand it but me and some cute pilot out in the desert... Mm, now that's a nice thought. :)
