In the Phoenix Airport, I went to Starbucks... as per usual. Airport Starbucks' are generally not corporate owned, instead they're "licensed locations..." which basically just means that they don't get health insurance, and I can't get my discount. So the Starbucks at PHX looked unusually spiffy, so I decided to ask "is this a licensed location, or are you corporate owned?" The guy behind the counter must get asked that question a hundred times a day, because he knowingly shook his head and apologized. He asked me where I worked, I told him Boston, and he continued to chat while making my drink... and then he gave me a discount. Ain't that sweet? Even Starbucks employees who aren't really Starbucks employees know where it's at.
On the plane, it was super super sunny because we were above the clouds... which were super super thick. My favorite quote of the trip was when a mom told a little boy to look out the window at the clouds, and he said "woah, that is puffy." For some reason... it took most of my strength to keep from not bursting out in laughter at his comment.
2.27.2009
2.18.2009
Coraline
Who knew that Coraline was 3D? I sure didn't. It was a very exciting surprise when I got to the theater and was handed some pretty BA 3D glasses. It really worked too; those glasses work wonders. You know, 3D glasses don't just work in movies, if you wear them in real life everything's 3D too. It's INSANE.
...That joke never gets old.
Anyway, Coraline was a pretty sweet movie. I did not intend to see it, so I was pleasantly impressed. It's certainly not a children's movie, as it was advertised. It was terrifying on many levels, and many moments left the audience wondering aloud what the hell was going on. Who in their right mind comes up with the idea of a spider/needle woman who kidnaps and murders children by convincing them to sew buttons into their eyes, thereby stealing their souls forever? No one, I don't think.
An incredibly crafted movie could only go up in my opinion when I recognized the voice of John Linnell, the lead singer for They Might be Giants. He was the voice of "The Other Father" and wrote and performed a song for the movie. It's quite a catchy tune.
...That joke never gets old.
Anyway, Coraline was a pretty sweet movie. I did not intend to see it, so I was pleasantly impressed. It's certainly not a children's movie, as it was advertised. It was terrifying on many levels, and many moments left the audience wondering aloud what the hell was going on. Who in their right mind comes up with the idea of a spider/needle woman who kidnaps and murders children by convincing them to sew buttons into their eyes, thereby stealing their souls forever? No one, I don't think.
An incredibly crafted movie could only go up in my opinion when I recognized the voice of John Linnell, the lead singer for They Might be Giants. He was the voice of "The Other Father" and wrote and performed a song for the movie. It's quite a catchy tune.
2.15.2009
<3 Day
I've been completely single and unattached for a little over a year now, and in that short time I've already begun to develop a reputation as one of those angry, bitter people who hates Valentine's Day. It's probably because I spent the prior week telling everyone I spoke with "I hate that day," "no, I'm doing nothing," "no, I have no plans," and "I'm trying not to think about it." The truth is I love Valentine's Day. I love love, and there is little I enjoy more than contrived reasons to make romantic gestures and eat cheap chocolate.
Now that I think about it, I realize I've never actually spent Valentine's Day with someone. All of the years I had a boyfriend it fell during the week, and that doesn't work when you're living far away from each other and going to school. My junior year in high school my boyfriend sent me a dozen red roses. I loved it, but my mom freaked out. "Red means passionate love! You're sixteen!" Yes Mom, and he loves me. We were so young. The next two years I had a different boyfriend, one who majorly lacked in the whole department of treating me like a princess. He lived at school, so he had an excuse to not do anything major. I think we must have done something on the weekend before or after, but it made such a big impression on me that I remember completely nothing.
These past two Valentine's Days I've spent working, trying to keep my mind off of the fact that no one wants me. It's National Singles Awareness Day, and that's what I hate. I have nothing against happy couples showering each other in adoration, and I hope I eventually get to participate in it. What I hate is being made painfully aware of my own... well, I could say just single-ness, but is that all there is to it? I'm not sure about everyone, but I think for most people, at least myself, being single for an extended period of time suggests some sort of defect or fault. It's like there's something wrong with me that makes me uninteresting or undateable.
My best friend since the third grade came to visit me at work yesterday. He brought me a bag full of candy. I don't know if he realized how much he pulled me out of the thoughts I was spouting in the previous paragraph. I'm the only one of my friends who doesn't even have a love interest, and most have an actual relationship. But he listened to me when I vented my frustration and sadness, and unhappiness about that particular day. And even if he took the candy from his mother and the bag and Valentines from his sister, which is a valid possibility, I still have a friend who thought of me and decided to cheer up my day. And as little of a gesture as it may have been... it did cheer up my day. Thanks Michael.
Anyway, after work I went home, watched A Walk to Remember, bawled my eyes out (just like I do every time I watch that movie), and ate myself into a chocolate oblivion. I was satisfied.
Now that I think about it, I realize I've never actually spent Valentine's Day with someone. All of the years I had a boyfriend it fell during the week, and that doesn't work when you're living far away from each other and going to school. My junior year in high school my boyfriend sent me a dozen red roses. I loved it, but my mom freaked out. "Red means passionate love! You're sixteen!" Yes Mom, and he loves me. We were so young. The next two years I had a different boyfriend, one who majorly lacked in the whole department of treating me like a princess. He lived at school, so he had an excuse to not do anything major. I think we must have done something on the weekend before or after, but it made such a big impression on me that I remember completely nothing.
These past two Valentine's Days I've spent working, trying to keep my mind off of the fact that no one wants me. It's National Singles Awareness Day, and that's what I hate. I have nothing against happy couples showering each other in adoration, and I hope I eventually get to participate in it. What I hate is being made painfully aware of my own... well, I could say just single-ness, but is that all there is to it? I'm not sure about everyone, but I think for most people, at least myself, being single for an extended period of time suggests some sort of defect or fault. It's like there's something wrong with me that makes me uninteresting or undateable.
My best friend since the third grade came to visit me at work yesterday. He brought me a bag full of candy. I don't know if he realized how much he pulled me out of the thoughts I was spouting in the previous paragraph. I'm the only one of my friends who doesn't even have a love interest, and most have an actual relationship. But he listened to me when I vented my frustration and sadness, and unhappiness about that particular day. And even if he took the candy from his mother and the bag and Valentines from his sister, which is a valid possibility, I still have a friend who thought of me and decided to cheer up my day. And as little of a gesture as it may have been... it did cheer up my day. Thanks Michael.
Anyway, after work I went home, watched A Walk to Remember, bawled my eyes out (just like I do every time I watch that movie), and ate myself into a chocolate oblivion. I was satisfied.
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