some good things that have happened to me in the past couple of days:
--the problem with me car that I was told by the first mechanic I went to that he quoted at about a thousand bucks to fix I was able to correct, after visits to a coupla different mechanics, for six-fifty.
as in, six dollars & fifty cents.
--a co-worker at the prison gave me a monitor that he was going to throw out--it's about twice the size of the one that I've been limping along with, & I can now use a few programs that I wasn"t able to utilize because of the dinky size & resolution of the one I'd be using. (on the negative side, I was able to see the portrait I'd chosen for this page in frightening clarity--for a long while I'd just been able to see it as sort of a smudge with a cigarette poking out of it...I'll change it soon, as I want people to like me for some reason other than pity...)
--watched one of the grooviest movies EVER this morning--The Lady Vanishes (directed by Alfred Hitchcock)--I'd rented it a couple of years ago & liked it, I'd forgotten just what a daffy, goofy movie it was. highly recommended, for what it's worth.
--got two calls from good friends & "Cotton Comes to Harlem" in the mail from Netflix.
Bad thing:
came home from a night of debauchery & Marble was RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AGAIN.
why are cat's so...like people?
also: not a good thing or bad, but more of a personal problem:
I've always had a definite problem identifying casual aquaintences. they seem to remember me fine (which could be a good thing or bad, depending)--I can walk by someone on the street with whom I've had lengthy conversations about life & death without a flicker of recognition. back when I was working on movies I used to joke that I'd learn someone's name only after the wrap party, when I'd see it on the restraining order.
once I can register who a person is, & in what context I knew them from, I'm pretty good about recalling details about what we'd talked about before, with those minute specifics that sometimes startle the conversant.
it's worse with guys, as they're pretty much under my radar most of the time (& they all kinda look alike) alttho there've been a few uncomfortable occasions when I've been introduced to an interesting woman & after a few minutes realized that we had wildcat sex a couple of years before.
& she's waiting for me to say something.
& once the realization comes it's a pretty awkward segue so I usually just fake a stroke.
awful, I know.
still, life is good.
--the problem with me car that I was told by the first mechanic I went to that he quoted at about a thousand bucks to fix I was able to correct, after visits to a coupla different mechanics, for six-fifty.
as in, six dollars & fifty cents.
--a co-worker at the prison gave me a monitor that he was going to throw out--it's about twice the size of the one that I've been limping along with, & I can now use a few programs that I wasn"t able to utilize because of the dinky size & resolution of the one I'd be using. (on the negative side, I was able to see the portrait I'd chosen for this page in frightening clarity--for a long while I'd just been able to see it as sort of a smudge with a cigarette poking out of it...I'll change it soon, as I want people to like me for some reason other than pity...)
--watched one of the grooviest movies EVER this morning--The Lady Vanishes (directed by Alfred Hitchcock)--I'd rented it a couple of years ago & liked it, I'd forgotten just what a daffy, goofy movie it was. highly recommended, for what it's worth.
--got two calls from good friends & "Cotton Comes to Harlem" in the mail from Netflix.
Bad thing:
came home from a night of debauchery & Marble was RIGHT THERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD AGAIN.
why are cat's so...like people?
also: not a good thing or bad, but more of a personal problem:
I've always had a definite problem identifying casual aquaintences. they seem to remember me fine (which could be a good thing or bad, depending)--I can walk by someone on the street with whom I've had lengthy conversations about life & death without a flicker of recognition. back when I was working on movies I used to joke that I'd learn someone's name only after the wrap party, when I'd see it on the restraining order.
once I can register who a person is, & in what context I knew them from, I'm pretty good about recalling details about what we'd talked about before, with those minute specifics that sometimes startle the conversant.
it's worse with guys, as they're pretty much under my radar most of the time (& they all kinda look alike) alttho there've been a few uncomfortable occasions when I've been introduced to an interesting woman & after a few minutes realized that we had wildcat sex a couple of years before.
& she's waiting for me to say something.
& once the realization comes it's a pretty awkward segue so I usually just fake a stroke.
awful, I know.
still, life is good.
Thanks for encouraging me to write in English. If only you knew where my English comes from! In lyce (high school) I had studied German, not with much benefit. After some attempts made (as every french teenager does) for gaining some understanding of what's written on record sleeves (the interesting records, the ones by Donovan, the Rolling Stones or Iron Butterfly all had english-written sleeves! how annoying!) I started studying a bit more seriously the language in early '8Os: when frenchies started playing RPGs, five years after Americans invented them....... it explains I master the use of such specialized vocables as dweomercraeft, periapt or glamer. But being able to tell how exactly a godendac differs from a morgenstern doesn't teach anything about grammar... I started doing some progress when i found out about internet, and how it makes possible to gossip with people that aren't really here.
Probably Marble worries you're not as much a wise person as your Grandma was... why don't you stay home all day long, as reasonable humans do? will you ever learn?