Spontaneous Musings

Been reading my correspondence list last two nights. ( correspondence list, snarking on memes which leads to a bizarre little rant on multiple choice tests and how we are educated, okay maybe not quite a rant, but close )


Not a bad day. Quite productive over all. Cleaned my apartment. Mopped the kitchen floor, so that the tiles are now clean and sparkling, vaccumed, arranged books on the shelves, put my PC back together, and threw out more junk. When I told Wales about this and explained how my cruddy apartment was getting on my nerves. She informed me that of all her friends, I was the only one who seemed to care about keeping my apartment tidy. (Had to bite my tongue a bit, considering Wales, love her as I do, is suffice it to say, a slob. Please note, I am not a neat freak. I have clutter. I stack things. And yes there are dishes sitting in my sink with water in them. Which I will put away shortly. And I do dump clothes on a chair or a trunk. Wales on the other hand, dumps her clothes on the floor, tapes on the floor, leaves cigarettes in glasses, has been known to keep dirty dishes in the sink for two days, and has cats who she does not always clean up afterwards. I have allergies to mold and dust and I cannot breath in her apartment.) Actually, part of the reason people don't clean is they don't spend much time in their apartments - they use them to dump stuff, sleep, and that's it. Me? I need a space for myself. A retreat. And if it's cruddy, I get depressed. I need a place I can control, you know?

Anywho, after cleaning everything, made myself a nice healthy, gluten free, sugar free lunch. You'd have been proud. (Maybe not, not sure who reads this journal and who doesn't on flist? And to be honest, flist probably doesn't know which ones I read, since I rarely comment, mostly because by the time I get around to reading the entry, it's four days old. And well, everyone's already commented and said what I wanted to say. Saying something would be, you know, sort of redundant. There are other reasons, but you already know them, so won't bore with them. Been enjoying the personal entries the most lately, the personal tidbits about what people are doing in their lives, their struggles, their accomplisments, their pain. Finding myself nodding, thinking, yeah me too. Silent agreement, you know? ) The lunch was blue corn super nachos - basically blue corn chips with shredded cheddar ( I shredded it since the prepacked stuff has gluten as a separator, yes the stupid things they put additives in. Did you know they put peanut oil in Healthy Choice Minute Maid OJ? Ugh.), Amy's refried beans (no hot spices or peppers, the traditional brand) heated. A little fresh shredded parmesene. And Amy's mild salsa (very mild) and guacamola that I made myself with chopped onion, chopped tomato, chopped avocado and a little lime. Very tasty and filling. For dessert? A few slices of mango. The cravings for sugar on Thurs and Friday - put down to period coming, it arrived Friday. (Weren't you just dying to hear that? Won't bore you with any more details on that topic.)

Then I ran to meet Wales, was running late since needed to head back indoors to get a belt for my shorts which are hanging on me now. Interesting factor - I show up almost fifteen minutes late, and Wales starts hunting for a phone to call me( possibly because I'm rarely late and she's used to finding me waiting for her), when Wales was running almost 30 minutes late last week, I patiently waited, did not hunt a phone at all. Either I am more patient than Wales or she's used to coming and seeing me waiting for her and worries if I'm late. I'm anal about things that Wales isn't. Which is one of the reasons I like Wales.

We wandered up to Montague to go to the promenade. We'd planned on seeing Asylum today, but as luck would have it, the movie scampered off. Damn. Of course the 40 year old Virgin, Wedding Crashers and The Aristocrats were still there. Wales stated that she's decided people are deeply stupid. And she is going to be an elitist snob and doesn't care what people think. When I queried her about this (not that I disagree, mind you ), she told me about the stupid creationist/evolutionist debate. I rolled my eyes, and thought, what again? We both hail from Kansas City so are familar with some of it. We, however, lucked out and did get taught evolution in school. We also got the biblical history lesson. (For me it was the history of the Hebrews in Fifth Grade - literally studies the Old Testament as a history lesson in the fifth grade, as the history of the Ancient Hebrews. And yes, I went to a public school. ) Personally I can't think of anything more stupid than this whole debate. People - I want to say - has it ever occurred to you that maybe "God's" concept of time and yours is not the same? Tad arrogant to think it is, don't you think? Honestly, I don't see why it has to be an either/or gambit. But hey, I also don't understand why people are so hyper about "canon". I think as I grow older I fall more and more into the perceiving category and less and less in the judging one. I don't like being boxed in. I like possibilities. Which may be some of my frustration with my current occupation, it's heavily procedural oriented and into rules.

( Canon, fanfic and Peter David's Spike Old Times, includes another bizarre tangent on how marketing has created our current culture or something along those lines. )

( Review of Spike One Shot comic, does contain spoilers )

( review of The Punisher, minor and vague spoilers )