Random musings
Mar. 20th, 2008 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladylucklessSo I've finally found where the question words were hiding in my French textbook: chapter seven. How did this book get published?
Spiderman: The Animated Series, the one from the 1990's and not the one MTV put out a few years ago, is just as awesome as I remember it. They need to make season sets. I've noticed that Spiderman doesn't have a featured villain per episode so much as lots of people who have no idea what's really going on and all hate him, each other, and anyone who gets in the way of hating him and each other. He spends a lot of time getting his ass handed to him before he stops, thinks, does something sciencey and then goes back to defeat the original problem only to be thwarted by someone completely different and theoretically unrelated. It's also full of bad jokes and puns.
In other news my mother is driving me insane. I've gotten even better at hiding in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there and the art of inventing shifts to fill at work. She still finds me and lectures me about how much I suck, but since I've managed to avoid being around her for the most part this has been one of her better visits; this hasn't stopped her from being insane, however.
Actual conversation with my mother, tell me if it makes any sense to you:
Mom: What are you working on in here?
Me: I’ve been working on clearing out stuff so I don't have to move nearly as much and I'm thinking about getting rid of some more books and donating piles of clothes to Goodwill.
Mom: You can't do that!
Me: (Oh, really?) Quoi?
Mom: I'll be happy to store stuff for you. You know we'll always be here for you and we want you to know that you can always count on your family. You can even stay here and get a job in Flagstaff! Then you wouldn't have to move! And you need your clothes. It's cold in Canada.
Me: (Is she even communicating with Earth anymore?) I wasn't planning on getting rid of everything--there's just some things I don't really use anymore . . . I'll let you know if there's anything I need stored.
Mom: Say your birthday was this past weekend wasn't it? I should take you shopping! Get you some new tops and maybe some more pants ::rattles on long list of things I don't need and includes many of the things I've already told her I'm trying to get rid of::
Me: (Oh, God why?) Thank you but I think I have enough shoes. About the only think I could use is a nice travel mouse.
Mom: No, no you don't need one of those. I'll take you out to the mall on Friday and we can spend time together and get you some new clothes, maybe a winter coat or some shoes.
Spiderman: The Animated Series, the one from the 1990's and not the one MTV put out a few years ago, is just as awesome as I remember it. They need to make season sets. I've noticed that Spiderman doesn't have a featured villain per episode so much as lots of people who have no idea what's really going on and all hate him, each other, and anyone who gets in the way of hating him and each other. He spends a lot of time getting his ass handed to him before he stops, thinks, does something sciencey and then goes back to defeat the original problem only to be thwarted by someone completely different and theoretically unrelated. It's also full of bad jokes and puns.
In other news my mother is driving me insane. I've gotten even better at hiding in my room, making no noise and pretending I'm not there and the art of inventing shifts to fill at work. She still finds me and lectures me about how much I suck, but since I've managed to avoid being around her for the most part this has been one of her better visits; this hasn't stopped her from being insane, however.
Actual conversation with my mother, tell me if it makes any sense to you:
Mom: What are you working on in here?
Me: I’ve been working on clearing out stuff so I don't have to move nearly as much and I'm thinking about getting rid of some more books and donating piles of clothes to Goodwill.
Mom: You can't do that!
Me: (Oh, really?) Quoi?
Mom: I'll be happy to store stuff for you. You know we'll always be here for you and we want you to know that you can always count on your family. You can even stay here and get a job in Flagstaff! Then you wouldn't have to move! And you need your clothes. It's cold in Canada.
Me: (Is she even communicating with Earth anymore?) I wasn't planning on getting rid of everything--there's just some things I don't really use anymore . . . I'll let you know if there's anything I need stored.
Mom: Say your birthday was this past weekend wasn't it? I should take you shopping! Get you some new tops and maybe some more pants ::rattles on long list of things I don't need and includes many of the things I've already told her I'm trying to get rid of::
Me: (Oh, God why?) Thank you but I think I have enough shoes. About the only think I could use is a nice travel mouse.
Mom: No, no you don't need one of those. I'll take you out to the mall on Friday and we can spend time together and get you some new clothes, maybe a winter coat or some shoes.