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Panique au village
Jan. 22nd, 2010 11:18 amWe went to the midnight showing of A Town Called Panic which might be the most joyously made film I've seen in years. I haven't seen something that just made me laugh, without irony or self consciousness since I saw My Neighbor Totoro. It has this melding of classic French and American comedy that careens along from one calamity to the next with riotous color and motion.
If you have a chance to see this, go immediately. It is so much fun.
Our food was super good last night too, from the Czar Imperial Stout to the biscuit battered bourbon steak fingers to the moon pie adorned with raspberry sauce and candied lemon peel.
Playing skeeball, we won 171 tickets. I've filled up all my Hello Kitty tins, so we're having to package them up to keep track. For whatever reason, I was terrible last night. I'm going to attribute it to my nervousness at backing into or hitting some of the people standing around behind me. (And really, what the hell was up with that crowd? It looked like rejects from casting calls for Real Housewives and Jersey Shore. Everyone has that gross fake blond hair now.)
Have successfully made an eye doctor appointment. I feel my eyes, they are old. It will be fun to get some new glasses. I have some contacts but almost never wear them. Mostly I want some glasses calibrated for staring at my computer screen, since I've changed up my work hours to vaguely resemble a more normal schedule. So now I have eight hours of work a couple days in a row.
Speaking of work, I am skipping the company party. Partially because I have no desire to rush through the last part of my shift to drive in rush hour traffic south of the river. Partially because I work remotely and so have no normal office interaction with the majority of my coworkers and nothing in common with them.
Perhaps I am also superstitious, but the night after the BV company summer picnic party, I ended up going to the ER for that stupid, stupid gall bladder.
I complain, but I like my job. I feel like I have this peculiar close up view of a slice of the economy and it is really interesting. Plus, I don't have to go to an office and I set my own hours.
If you have a chance to see this, go immediately. It is so much fun.
Our food was super good last night too, from the Czar Imperial Stout to the biscuit battered bourbon steak fingers to the moon pie adorned with raspberry sauce and candied lemon peel.
Playing skeeball, we won 171 tickets. I've filled up all my Hello Kitty tins, so we're having to package them up to keep track. For whatever reason, I was terrible last night. I'm going to attribute it to my nervousness at backing into or hitting some of the people standing around behind me. (And really, what the hell was up with that crowd? It looked like rejects from casting calls for Real Housewives and Jersey Shore. Everyone has that gross fake blond hair now.)
Have successfully made an eye doctor appointment. I feel my eyes, they are old. It will be fun to get some new glasses. I have some contacts but almost never wear them. Mostly I want some glasses calibrated for staring at my computer screen, since I've changed up my work hours to vaguely resemble a more normal schedule. So now I have eight hours of work a couple days in a row.
Speaking of work, I am skipping the company party. Partially because I have no desire to rush through the last part of my shift to drive in rush hour traffic south of the river. Partially because I work remotely and so have no normal office interaction with the majority of my coworkers and nothing in common with them.
Perhaps I am also superstitious, but the night after the BV company summer picnic party, I ended up going to the ER for that stupid, stupid gall bladder.
I complain, but I like my job. I feel like I have this peculiar close up view of a slice of the economy and it is really interesting. Plus, I don't have to go to an office and I set my own hours.