So, as I opened the door this morning, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise. SNOW. Now, don't get me wrong, with a name like Wyntre, I have a very special place in my heart for the cold season. And snow is very beautiful. There is something very moving about trees frosted in sparkling white, a huge open field with no one's footprints in it but yours, the crisp cold scent of fresh air, snowflakes on your eyelashes, everything that is magical about winter and snow.
Driving in the snow is a completely different story. Driving in the snow makes me want to vomit. I drive like your grandma in the snow. I do 30 in a 55 when it snows. Teeth clenched, white-knuckled hands on the steering wheel, every muscle tensed in my body, I HATE driving in the snow with an undeniable passion. Ironically, I learned how to drive in the snow. I took my driver's test (and passed) the day after a blizzard. I lived in the Berkshires for 6 years.
But one fateful day, after I had moved out of the Berkshires, I totalled my car in the beginnings of a snowstorm.And now, I am a wreck whenever it snows.
And so, this morning, when I saw the snow just two days before Thanksgiving (mind you, it didn't even snow [with any accumulation, anyway] until after Christmas last year), I was seriously distraught.
20 November 2007
18 November 2007
The Sour Milk Chronicles
I think I have taken in more than my fair share of dairy products, as of late. I think I'm going to downsize back to ice cream, exclusively, for a while.
I finally got my hands on a copy of the "Velvet Goldmine" soundtrack, which I love almost as much as I love watching the film. I also acquired the "Clockwork Orange" soundtrack, which is musically at the opposite end of the spectrum, but just as thrilling. Nothing like the synthesized "March for the Funeral of Queen Mary" to make you crave a glass of (soy) milk from a statue's nipple.
I need a manicure.... and a pedicure, if you're paying.
Speaking of sour milk, my roommate threw some away this morning.
And I'm done for the day.
I finally got my hands on a copy of the "Velvet Goldmine" soundtrack, which I love almost as much as I love watching the film. I also acquired the "Clockwork Orange" soundtrack, which is musically at the opposite end of the spectrum, but just as thrilling. Nothing like the synthesized "March for the Funeral of Queen Mary" to make you crave a glass of (soy) milk from a statue's nipple.
I need a manicure.... and a pedicure, if you're paying.
Speaking of sour milk, my roommate threw some away this morning.
And I'm done for the day.
14 November 2007
Lili Liar vs. The Faction of Desperate Virgins
... or What happens when a bunch of miserable, obsessed teenagers who will never get to fuck their rockstar of choice end up in one place on the Internet (and no, I'm not talking about MySpace for once)
I witnessed a rather rabid reaction on someone's messageboard the other day. Messageboards aren't really my bag these days. They were great back in the day when I was trying to do anything but my homework in high school. Now, not so much. But I was looking over an old stomping ground, so to speak, only to find it was full of bitter, hostile teenybitches who wanted to talk about what the people in their classes said about the object of their obsession, rather than have any conversation delving into said obsession's lyrics, music, artwork, or anything worth talking about for that matter. Nothing intellectually stimulating whatsoever. And considering the messageboard in question, I was quite disappointed. One of the few people I saw trying to start a conversation about lyrical content was shot down and told to shut up, fuck off, and die. Seriously. The word "juvenile" comes to mind. But what can you expect from a bunch of teenagers with too much time on their hands and too little conversation skills, right?
I watched the film "Billy Liar" the other day, and I don't think I am British enough to appreciate it completely, but did enjoy it for the most part. I attempted to watch "2001: A Space Odyssey" for the first time since..... quite some time ago, and I still couldn't get into it. Kubrick is rather hit and miss with me. Love some films, can't make it through others. However, I was quite amused by "Color Me Kubrick", which gets a little draggy at the end, but features a marvelous performance by John Malkovich, who plays a conman who pretends to be Stanley Kubrick, despite his lack of complete knowledge on Kubrick.
Musically unamused as of late. Been recycling old favorites in the car. Currently spinning:
AFI "Sing the Sorrow"
Duran Duran "Medazzaland"
The Beatles "Rubber Soul" and "Revolver"
Ultravox "The Collection"
And that's all I have to say about that.
I witnessed a rather rabid reaction on someone's messageboard the other day. Messageboards aren't really my bag these days. They were great back in the day when I was trying to do anything but my homework in high school. Now, not so much. But I was looking over an old stomping ground, so to speak, only to find it was full of bitter, hostile teenybitches who wanted to talk about what the people in their classes said about the object of their obsession, rather than have any conversation delving into said obsession's lyrics, music, artwork, or anything worth talking about for that matter. Nothing intellectually stimulating whatsoever. And considering the messageboard in question, I was quite disappointed. One of the few people I saw trying to start a conversation about lyrical content was shot down and told to shut up, fuck off, and die. Seriously. The word "juvenile" comes to mind. But what can you expect from a bunch of teenagers with too much time on their hands and too little conversation skills, right?
I watched the film "Billy Liar" the other day, and I don't think I am British enough to appreciate it completely, but did enjoy it for the most part. I attempted to watch "2001: A Space Odyssey" for the first time since..... quite some time ago, and I still couldn't get into it. Kubrick is rather hit and miss with me. Love some films, can't make it through others. However, I was quite amused by "Color Me Kubrick", which gets a little draggy at the end, but features a marvelous performance by John Malkovich, who plays a conman who pretends to be Stanley Kubrick, despite his lack of complete knowledge on Kubrick.
Musically unamused as of late. Been recycling old favorites in the car. Currently spinning:
AFI "Sing the Sorrow"
Duran Duran "Medazzaland"
The Beatles "Rubber Soul" and "Revolver"
Ultravox "The Collection"
And that's all I have to say about that.
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