May 16th: punished pineapple and skeeter skermish
[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Day 242
Spent most of the day listening to Jenn's radio show, doing some light cleaning of my space where I rarely seem to be these days. I brought some pineapple back from the dining hall, but when I inspected it, I suspect they retrieved it from a mosh pit floor, then slapped some shorts on it and let it go nine rounds with Holyfield. Utterly bruised, completely inedible. Crappy.
I went to the middle school, had a therapeutic hot toddy, watched "Evita," since the last time I viewed it was back at the press junket premiere in Los Angeles. It's still the closest thing visually that Alan Parker has done since "Pink Floyd: The Wall" but the comparison stops there. I'd like to experiment some time and watch it with the sound down, playing The Wall album in the background, see if it syncs up.
We all ate at the tree dumpling place and for some reason the dumplings tasted like cheeseburgers. Everyone thought I was nuts, but they could taste it too, once I brought attention to it. Afterwards, I had the bright idea of throwing on "Caligula," not expecting it to be as pornographic as touted. First, it was made long ago and had major acting talent in it like Malcolm Mcdowell, Helen Mirren and Peter O' Toole. I was just expecting rampant nudity, not full-on penetration and the like. Why would they think being in this was a good idea? Would it really help their career? Some parts were accidentally funny like: "Take my horse to his own bed." We turned it off when blood entered the fray, tuned into some empty-headed fare like "Jurassic Park 3."
I rode back, guitar stuck in my backpack like a mountain biking troubadour. The next week's lesson would be encouraging them to throw out English rhymes for me and collectively writing a tune in class. Good pronunciation and "thinking in English" practice.
I tried to sleep but a mosquito kept whining into my ear just at the moment of slumber. Frustrating. I burned some incense by my bed to ward him off and in the light of the flame I saw it perched right there above my headboard. I lifted the flame to right underneath it and it either flew off or burned up, because the bastard didn't bother me the rest of the night.
Spent most of the day listening to Jenn's radio show, doing some light cleaning of my space where I rarely seem to be these days. I brought some pineapple back from the dining hall, but when I inspected it, I suspect they retrieved it from a mosh pit floor, then slapped some shorts on it and let it go nine rounds with Holyfield. Utterly bruised, completely inedible. Crappy.
I went to the middle school, had a therapeutic hot toddy, watched "Evita," since the last time I viewed it was back at the press junket premiere in Los Angeles. It's still the closest thing visually that Alan Parker has done since "Pink Floyd: The Wall" but the comparison stops there. I'd like to experiment some time and watch it with the sound down, playing The Wall album in the background, see if it syncs up.
We all ate at the tree dumpling place and for some reason the dumplings tasted like cheeseburgers. Everyone thought I was nuts, but they could taste it too, once I brought attention to it. Afterwards, I had the bright idea of throwing on "Caligula," not expecting it to be as pornographic as touted. First, it was made long ago and had major acting talent in it like Malcolm Mcdowell, Helen Mirren and Peter O' Toole. I was just expecting rampant nudity, not full-on penetration and the like. Why would they think being in this was a good idea? Would it really help their career? Some parts were accidentally funny like: "Take my horse to his own bed." We turned it off when blood entered the fray, tuned into some empty-headed fare like "Jurassic Park 3."
I rode back, guitar stuck in my backpack like a mountain biking troubadour. The next week's lesson would be encouraging them to throw out English rhymes for me and collectively writing a tune in class. Good pronunciation and "thinking in English" practice.
I tried to sleep but a mosquito kept whining into my ear just at the moment of slumber. Frustrating. I burned some incense by my bed to ward him off and in the light of the flame I saw it perched right there above my headboard. I lifted the flame to right underneath it and it either flew off or burned up, because the bastard didn't bother me the rest of the night.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 5/16/2005 12:27:00 AM ]
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