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death from above!
Aug. 18th, 2011 10:23 pmThe trees are looking bad. Every third one has a patch of bare branches and dead leaves. Water restrictions are now mandatory. (I am the asshole who is looking forward to gleefully reporting the jerk down the street who waters his lawn all the time in the middle of the day.)
The heat is making people insane. Today I watched a guy pull up to the gas pump and walk inside to pay for his gas before pumping. That would have been fine except that he LEFT HIS CAR RUNNING, with the door open. He then came out to actually pump and the car was still running. THEN! Then some dudes pulled up in front of the station so he ran over to talk to them, leaving his running car, pumping gas with the door wide open. I prayed that A) I wasn't about to die in a gigantic explosion and B) that someone steals that chucklehead's car the next time he does something that stupid.
I know you can live a normal life without bathing every single day. But if I can smell you from three feet away, take a damned shower already. The heat makes the funk ten times more disgusting. Covering it up with some mix of patchouli and marijuana does not help. It just makes me want to barf.
But the really good thing about today was seeing Starship Troopers on the big screen with some live pyrotechnics. I saw that movie when it came out, at the Lake Creek theater in 1997. I love that movie, with all its over the top stylized moves and ridiculousness. The CGI holds up remarkably well after all this time. It's just fun and kind of ridiculous and gleeful and sometimes I don't need anything more. I actually sort of want some funny fanfic now.
The heat is making people insane. Today I watched a guy pull up to the gas pump and walk inside to pay for his gas before pumping. That would have been fine except that he LEFT HIS CAR RUNNING, with the door open. He then came out to actually pump and the car was still running. THEN! Then some dudes pulled up in front of the station so he ran over to talk to them, leaving his running car, pumping gas with the door wide open. I prayed that A) I wasn't about to die in a gigantic explosion and B) that someone steals that chucklehead's car the next time he does something that stupid.
I know you can live a normal life without bathing every single day. But if I can smell you from three feet away, take a damned shower already. The heat makes the funk ten times more disgusting. Covering it up with some mix of patchouli and marijuana does not help. It just makes me want to barf.
But the really good thing about today was seeing Starship Troopers on the big screen with some live pyrotechnics. I saw that movie when it came out, at the Lake Creek theater in 1997. I love that movie, with all its over the top stylized moves and ridiculousness. The CGI holds up remarkably well after all this time. It's just fun and kind of ridiculous and gleeful and sometimes I don't need anything more. I actually sort of want some funny fanfic now.