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But I would be proud to partake of your pecan pie

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Last night JT and I ordered Indian, chatted with some ladies for a bit, then settled in to watch When Harry Met Sally.

A delightful film that we were both in the mood to watch on account of it being such a gem, Billy Crystal being both hilarious and sweet, and Meg Ryan’s outfits. Some of which we’ve seen walking around LA recently…but that’s another story.

Watching When Harry Met Sally fulfills so many movie needs: Road trip, New York, New York in the fall, great outfits, comedy, beauty, classic lines, people in love when they don’t even KNOW it, etc., etc. It was delightful to see a movie with fall (and seasons) to remind me of what’s to come.

I’m not saying I’m sick of summer yet. Because I’m not. I might even try to get Jeff to venture to the beach this weekend – I could use some more tan on my summer skin. But I also love seasons, and I love what’s coming; Camping in September, Nikki’s wedding, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Friends, family, food, cold weather, blankets, windows closing.

So even though August is barreling on, and we’re nearly to the month of nine, I am happy where this year has gone and is going, and hope the next four months are as fun as these first eight.

 

Memorial Day weekend: BBQ, Beach, Becca, Bonding.

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This weekend we did a lot of fun things, and I haven’t posted in a while, and I regret that. I shall be posting pictures soon, but for now, here is what I did on my 3 days off:

Watched Role Models with Jeff and Becca

Went to Diddy Riese’s

Got up at 10, omelets with Becca (mushroom, spinach, goat cheese, tomato, onion)

Bike shopping with Jeff and Bec

Tag sale, tag sale, tag sale

stop. breathe. lunch at California Chicken Cafe.

To Becca’s – scrabble.

To the park — lost to Bec and Jeff

CB2, then coffee with Paul.

3 crossword clues, home to Skipbo.

Out with friends. Drinks, nacho, beer. Good times.

Gnight

Up at 10. Into the car, Paul, Bec, Jeff. Hermosa beach with stops along the way for coffee.

Hello, Gray. nice photos

Fiesta Hermosa, art, jewelry. Beach.

Feet in the water, too cold to swim. Wide brimmed hat.

Art, Bye, Gray.

Car. Sandwiches, with a whole avocado.

Santa Monica for a bike, home.

Break.

Decorate the Patio. Looks hot.

To Becca’s. For Pictionary. (on THE house.)

Gnight.

Up at 9:30. Welcome home Corelyn, Andrew. Here’s our hot Patio.

Plans for the day.

Ralph’s for supplies, sans boys. SOOO much to tell her.

Potato salad, macaroni salad, vodka lemondae, lemon peel candy.

Terminator 3. Wow, still good even though it’s the worst of them all.

Shower. Dishes.

Guests. Hamburger, hot dog. Veggie kabobs, corn. Ice cream sandwich.

Pictionary. with all.

Dishes.

Gnight. Goodbye, weekend.

The Terminator and Terminator 2: Judgement Day = bad decision?

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So last night, I got home from work and plopped down on the couch. I wanted to watch the episodes on On Demand of Ax Men, but instead, Jeff suggested I watched The Terminator to prepare myself for Terminator 4 that we’re going to see tonight.

So I do something I rarely do: I listened to Jeff, and sat down to watch a movie (that wasn’t about love and happiness) BY MYSELF (Jeff was out helping a client) and actually enjoyed it.

Jeff got home 3/4 of the way through the first one, and REALLY wanted to watch Terminator 2. By this time, it was nearly 8:30, so I agreed to watch an hour of Terminator 2. I could finish the rest today, of course. Right?

Wrong. Firstly, Terminator 2 wasn’t on Instant Netflix, which meant I had to wait for Jeff to run to Blockbuster (in Hollywood, how cliché) and THEN Cor and Andrew got home JUST IN TIME to join us. Which meant I was in it for the long haul. Of course, Jeff is a liar and said the movie was 1 hour and 45 minutes, when really it is 2 hours and 17 minutes. Corelyn cut out early, but I had to watch the whole thing. So, needless to say, it was around 11:45 when I got up from the couch, and declared, “Jeff, you’re driving me to work in the morning.”

Which he did. And he let me sleep on the way.

And I loved both movies, and I loved the story. What a fascinating idea– time travel, future controlled by robots, trying to change fate, and realizing it changes nothing at all? I wonder what people thought when they saw the original–it’s not like nowadays, when we’re begging for the sequels to STOP already, or when we know exactly how many movies they’ll be based on the book series that goes along with the movies. I wonder if people knew it’d still be going on, twenty five years later?

Still, I can’t help but wonder if my sneezy face and tiredness was a bad decision–I am going to be up watching Terminator 4 tonight.

Oh well, such is life.

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Tokyo!

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So last night Jeff and I went to the only theater in LA showing Tokyo! the movie.

It was a Triptych by three different directors, with three stories about Tokyo.

The first was about a woman and a man who move to Tokyo. The man tells her that she has no ambition, and she takes this to heart, and wonders why her hobbies can’t be counted as ambitions. This bothers her, and as she thinks more and more about it she becomes upset. One morning, she walks up with a gaping hole in her chest, and she ends up turning into a chair. She turns from human to chair, seemingly at will, and someone brings her home and she lives her life as a human when this person is out, and is a chair for him when he’s home. It was a beautiful story, and I really enjoyed this one.

The second was weird. It was about this sewer-dweller, Merde, who comes out of the sewers and terrorizes people. Eventually, he finds a stash of grenades underground and brings them up and throws them into the crowds of Tokyo. He is caught, and brought to trial. The only person who can understand him is this French lawyer. Apparently, only three people in the world speak his strange, strange language. What pursues is many scenes of translation from his language to French to Japanes and back again. It was interesting, but creepy, because for a lot of the scenes you are following the creature and have his perspective, rather than the crowd’s perspective, which is almost creepier.

The third was one about a man, a hikikomori, which is a Japanese word for someone who never leaves his house. He has not left his house for 10 years. He has everything delivered. Then, one day, he looks up at a delivery person, making eye contact for the first time in 11 years. The whole scene shakes, and the delivery woman falls into a coma. He instantly falls in love, or infatuation?, with her, and seeks her out again, leaving his home to find her.

The movie/movies were wonderful. The middle one was strange, but I was so interested in the mini stories that twisted reality and the surreal, almost fantasy. It reminded me a bit of Pan’s Labyrinth, in the sense that the surrealism seemed realistic to the situation.

I reccomend renting this one on Netflix when it comes out.

Dream Post: 1

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I’ve been having these dreams that are kind of crazy, and so I’ve decided to start keeping track of them. Here goes.

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Last night, I had a dream:

I was in my house (like my parent’s house) and there was a plane flying very low over the house. It came in for a crash landing in our backyard, and in the distance the highway appeared (even though there is no highway in our backyard.) I felt nervous, but the plane landed OK, so I was hopeful that the person was OK. I went out to the backyard, with my phone so I could call 911. So then, this old deranged man gets out of the plane, and starts shooting at my brother and I with a gun that shoots like a machine gun but is more like a rifle. (I obviously don’t know that much about guns.) So I freak out and start dodging behind trees. My parents come out and they are also dodging bullets, and I am trying to talk to 911, but they are not picking up, and also when they DO pick up, they are in India–because the calls are being outsourced. So I am like, “OK well can I talk to someone in the US?” and then I get disconnected. Meanwhile, night falls and my dad has locked the deranged old man in the computer room behind a table. I am still ON HOLD with 911, and when I finally get through to someone, magically there is a party raging at my house. (Like, what?) And so I am yelling that I am trying to get an ambulance out to my house to get this man (apparently he needed an ambulance) and they ambulance gets lost on the way out, so 911 and I are trying to map where the ambulance is. Then, the road in front of my house turns into a four-lane BUSY road (it is only two lanes, and NEVER busy) and the ambulance starts doing turns and doughnuts to get to my house, like they are having fun and don’t care that I need them to get this man. Meanwhile, this man wakes up, and is trying to get out from under the table. And the party is still raging on, and my parents are NOT concerned.

Then I woke up. WHAT?! And this isn’t even as weird as the time I had a dream regarding people who were representing different species of dogs.

Where does this come from? I think the following items contributed to the dream:

1. Jeff got his car stuck in the sand this weekend at the beach, and we had to call AAA to tow it, and I had no service on my phone while I was trying to call him. Meanwhile, every time I called I got put through to Michigan, where my cell phone’s number is from, instead of California, where we live.

2. I was reading “The World is Flat” by Thomas Friedman last night, which starts in India and discusses outsourcing.

3. I saw Slumdog Millionaire this weekend, which was set in India.

4. I called 911 this week when I saw a motorcycle accident, and I was put on hold.

5. I watched the tail end of The Matrix the other day.

6. The airplane crash into the Hudson river last week.

So great, I have a reason for parts of THIS dream. Hopefully the rest of them are that clear….