There are vehicles whizzing by out there! And besides, the pumas don't even seem to notice.
...
(Now I'm just getting ridiculous...c'mon flights...let's go!)
Monday, February 26, 2007
It can't be THAT bad
There are vehicles whizzing by out there! And besides, the pumas don't even seem to notice.
...
(Now I'm just getting ridiculous...c'mon flights...let's go!)
Onward to the Land of the Rising Sun...
Yeah, I’ll give you Rising Sun alright...
I was up at the crack of dawn and nervous as hell as this was my first intercontinental trip. I double checked everything before locking my suitcases, resigned to the decision that if I’d forgotten something, it was too late to get it now. Mom and Dad groggily hugged me goodbye, triple checking all that I had just double checked, and I was finally out the door with Sherman as my chauffeur in the good ol’ golden chariot.
My flight was scheduled to leave at 9:30am, and being an international flight, I was advised to get there three hours in advance—hence, the rising sun. It had snowed through the night and although the roads were relatively clear, the traffic was not and it wasn’t until about 7:15am that Sherman finally unloaded me and my bags and kissed me a long goodbye at Terminal 3.
I dragged my bags through the terminal in search of my airline, NorthWest, and when I found it, I discovered that the line up was short, yet painstakingly slow. When my turn came, I bounced up to the attendant (my past flying experiences proved that the happier I was, the less disgruntled they would manage) and proudly handed him my passport and eTicket confirmation.
“Where are you headed?”
“Tokyo, Japan. Unless you mean literally which means that I’m heading to Detroit first for a stop-over before leaving at 12:30pm to arrive at 4:00pm in Japan.” I flashed a winning smile. Another trick that I’d picked up while was the ditzy-trick—the more clueless you seemed, the more information they felt they needed to provide you with—I like being informed.
“Oh. Your first flight is delayed—we’re going to put you on a direct AirCanada flight because you’ll miss your connection.” The attendant started typing into his little terminal as he spoke.
“Okay,” I started to fumble with my itinerary trying to figure out what time my connection had been—I was fairly certain there’d been a lot of lay-over time to deal with.
“Alright, so your new flight leaves at 1:00pm and arrives at 4:55pm.”
“That sounds about right,” I still hadn’t found the times on my damn booking sheet. “I didn’t think I left Detroit any early than that.”
“No, miss, you’re not going to Detroit. It’s a direct flight. Your new AirCanada flight leaves at 1:00pm, flies direct, and arrives in Tokyo at 4:55pm.”
“I leave at one? In the afternoon?”
“That’s right, miss. You’ll also have to make your way over to Terminal 1.”
“Terminal 1?” Let me tell you, I wasn’t working any tricks on this guy at that point. “But how do I get to Terminal 1?”
“I’m about to tell you, miss.”
And the nice attendant pointed out my route and sent me on my way, still struggling with all my luggage, bewildered as anything.
One P.M.
I informed Mom, Dad, and Sherman, made my way all the way (by a really cool new train) to terminal 1, found my new check-in desk (though they wouldn’t let me check my bags), found a place to settle down, wrote this here little anecdote, and it’s still only 8:23am. In fact, AirCanada wouldn’t even let me check my bags because it was still too early to do so. Dang.
I guess that’s what I get for teasing HeroCookie about his flight being delayed an hour last night. Foo.
...
Update: 12:35pm
My flight's been delayed. My 1pm departure has now become a 3pm departure. I could have just stayed home in bed with Sherman. Boo. On the brighter side, I have free internet connection and HeroCookie let me borrow his SlingBox to watch TV with while I wait! Oh, and if they delay me one more hour, I think I get free food! I heard them do it for another flight over the anouncement system, so if anything, I'll be fed. :)
Take that snow storm! (what really sucks is that it doesn't even look bad out there...)
I was up at the crack of dawn and nervous as hell as this was my first intercontinental trip. I double checked everything before locking my suitcases, resigned to the decision that if I’d forgotten something, it was too late to get it now. Mom and Dad groggily hugged me goodbye, triple checking all that I had just double checked, and I was finally out the door with Sherman as my chauffeur in the good ol’ golden chariot.
My flight was scheduled to leave at 9:30am, and being an international flight, I was advised to get there three hours in advance—hence, the rising sun. It had snowed through the night and although the roads were relatively clear, the traffic was not and it wasn’t until about 7:15am that Sherman finally unloaded me and my bags and kissed me a long goodbye at Terminal 3.
I dragged my bags through the terminal in search of my airline, NorthWest, and when I found it, I discovered that the line up was short, yet painstakingly slow. When my turn came, I bounced up to the attendant (my past flying experiences proved that the happier I was, the less disgruntled they would manage) and proudly handed him my passport and eTicket confirmation.
“Where are you headed?”
“Tokyo, Japan. Unless you mean literally which means that I’m heading to Detroit first for a stop-over before leaving at 12:30pm to arrive at 4:00pm in Japan.” I flashed a winning smile. Another trick that I’d picked up while was the ditzy-trick—the more clueless you seemed, the more information they felt they needed to provide you with—I like being informed.
“Oh. Your first flight is delayed—we’re going to put you on a direct AirCanada flight because you’ll miss your connection.” The attendant started typing into his little terminal as he spoke.
“Okay,” I started to fumble with my itinerary trying to figure out what time my connection had been—I was fairly certain there’d been a lot of lay-over time to deal with.
“Alright, so your new flight leaves at 1:00pm and arrives at 4:55pm.”
“That sounds about right,” I still hadn’t found the times on my damn booking sheet. “I didn’t think I left Detroit any early than that.”
“No, miss, you’re not going to Detroit. It’s a direct flight. Your new AirCanada flight leaves at 1:00pm, flies direct, and arrives in Tokyo at 4:55pm.”
“I leave at one? In the afternoon?”
“That’s right, miss. You’ll also have to make your way over to Terminal 1.”
“Terminal 1?” Let me tell you, I wasn’t working any tricks on this guy at that point. “But how do I get to Terminal 1?”
“I’m about to tell you, miss.”
And the nice attendant pointed out my route and sent me on my way, still struggling with all my luggage, bewildered as anything.
One P.M.
I informed Mom, Dad, and Sherman, made my way all the way (by a really cool new train) to terminal 1, found my new check-in desk (though they wouldn’t let me check my bags), found a place to settle down, wrote this here little anecdote, and it’s still only 8:23am. In fact, AirCanada wouldn’t even let me check my bags because it was still too early to do so. Dang.
I guess that’s what I get for teasing HeroCookie about his flight being delayed an hour last night. Foo.
...
Update: 12:35pm
My flight's been delayed. My 1pm departure has now become a 3pm departure. I could have just stayed home in bed with Sherman. Boo. On the brighter side, I have free internet connection and HeroCookie let me borrow his SlingBox to watch TV with while I wait! Oh, and if they delay me one more hour, I think I get free food! I heard them do it for another flight over the anouncement system, so if anything, I'll be fed. :)
Take that snow storm! (what really sucks is that it doesn't even look bad out there...)
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Huh? I was too busy yawning
One of the things that I was pumped about when I was ordering Jenny was the fact that I'd get to write ALL THE TIME. But now that Jenny's here and I'm somewhat settling down and growing accustomed to her being around, I'm disappointed to find that I'm either just too tired to write (even in bed) at the end of the day, or that I just don't have the inspiration. How poo.
Just before leaving my miserable day at work earlier, I made few minutes to take a look at a few of my old posts. By chance I happened to click on a link that took me back to the time when Bar loaned me a pooter to keep in my room. Of course I was full of energy and anectdotes then--I was young and carefree! But what am I now?
Reading back on the words I had then, I felt like I had so much more to say in the past than now. I rather thought that I had some profound things to say. But now, nothing except a lame excuse about being too tired to be good.
I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now.
Just before leaving my miserable day at work earlier, I made few minutes to take a look at a few of my old posts. By chance I happened to click on a link that took me back to the time when Bar loaned me a pooter to keep in my room. Of course I was full of energy and anectdotes then--I was young and carefree! But what am I now?
Reading back on the words I had then, I felt like I had so much more to say in the past than now. I rather thought that I had some profound things to say. But now, nothing except a lame excuse about being too tired to be good.
I'm tired. I'm going to sleep now.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Hither and tither into the night!!!...(by the TTC)
I am what you would call an avid reader. I love to read anything and everything, as strange as it may seem. I don't think there's anything I wouldn't read...but there are places that I wouldn't read certain things.
For example.
Riding home on the TTC today, I happened to notice a lady plop down into the seat across from me and pull out a novel to read (in my head I gave her imaginary 'props' as I love the fact that people still enjoy reading). I was all gung-ho about it, until I caught a glimpse of the cover:
Blaze: Breathless
The cover art was of a too large scene that was Basic Instinct-esque, what with the steam bed environment and the man all to oblivious to the woman on top of him and her hidden weapon and clearly malicious smirk.
I mean, reading's reading and I'm mostly glad that people still appreciate the media...but getting all hot and steamy while wedged in between total strangers on a bus in rush hour? I'm not so sure that I wanted her to enjoy that book at all. At least not while I was there.
And here are mothers down in Atlantic Beach all concerned with their local theatre's production of The Vagina Monologues. I think I'd rather explain what a vagina was to my child rather than what the two naked people were doing on the cover of the lady's book on the bus.
Then again, maybe I'm being too harsh on the lady on the bus--at the more power to her. I should really be ragging on those mothers that can't deal with telling their children about simple parts of human anatomy. Hoo-haa...I digress.
For example.
Riding home on the TTC today, I happened to notice a lady plop down into the seat across from me and pull out a novel to read (in my head I gave her imaginary 'props' as I love the fact that people still enjoy reading). I was all gung-ho about it, until I caught a glimpse of the cover:
Blaze: Breathless
The cover art was of a too large scene that was Basic Instinct-esque, what with the steam bed environment and the man all to oblivious to the woman on top of him and her hidden weapon and clearly malicious smirk.
I mean, reading's reading and I'm mostly glad that people still appreciate the media...but getting all hot and steamy while wedged in between total strangers on a bus in rush hour? I'm not so sure that I wanted her to enjoy that book at all. At least not while I was there.
And here are mothers down in Atlantic Beach all concerned with their local theatre's production of The Vagina Monologues. I think I'd rather explain what a vagina was to my child rather than what the two naked people were doing on the cover of the lady's book on the bus.
Then again, maybe I'm being too harsh on the lady on the bus--at the more power to her. I should really be ragging on those mothers that can't deal with telling their children about simple parts of human anatomy. Hoo-haa...I digress.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
And then there was Jenny
Fact you need to know: I used to drive a VOLVO sedan.
One day while skipping class, Chohen and I went out for a ride in my car. Somewhere along the way, I said something to the effect of "...blah blah blah my Volvo," and Chohen screwed up his face into a face of both disgustedness and bewilderment. Noting the change of facial expression, I asked him if he had any objections to "blah blah blah my Volvo.:
This time, his face unscrewed into a look of relief.
"Ohhh, you said Volvo. I thought you were talking about your ---!"
(*is your name mulva?)
Hahaha. So for the rest of the day, we referrred to my car as Genitalia...which soon found itself shortened to just Jenny.
And there you have it. Yet another instance of TMI.
One day while skipping class, Chohen and I went out for a ride in my car. Somewhere along the way, I said something to the effect of "...blah blah blah my Volvo," and Chohen screwed up his face into a face of both disgustedness and bewilderment. Noting the change of facial expression, I asked him if he had any objections to "blah blah blah my Volvo.:
This time, his face unscrewed into a look of relief.
"Ohhh, you said Volvo. I thought you were talking about your ---!"
(*is your name mulva?)
Hahaha. So for the rest of the day, we referrred to my car as Genitalia...which soon found itself shortened to just Jenny.
And there you have it. Yet another instance of TMI.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Just like Forrest
I was CRAZY busy at work today, trying to meet deadlines and get my boss organized for his trip to the UK and then to India, leaving tomorrow. So that is why I had to ignore my new BABY until 5 o'clock this afternoon. :( But we're together now!
Oooooooooooooooooh yeah!
I'm sooooo excited. While not all things are coming together for my Japan trip, at least I know I'll be connected while I'm there!
Also, when I finally got I chance to turn ON my eternally coveted laptop, Boobin asked me a great question:
"So what are you going to name her?"
I hadn't actually thought about that yet, but had he not brought it up, the idea might have just slipped right by, never to arise. It was a valid question. I sat back in my chair and found myself lost amongst the millions of possible names for my new baby. Thankfully, Boobin stepped up once again.
"You know, you already have the perfect name...I think it'd be an honour if you named it after your car. That car--that name--was a legacy. I think you owe it to your old Volvo."
"Do you think, Boobin? I did love that car..."
"Do it. It's only right."
"You're right. That's the name."
Everyone, I'd like you all to know that my new baby's name is proudly going to be Jenny.
*for those who know, you know. For those who don't--I bet I'll be staying up late in bed with Jenny tonight to tell you. :)
Oooooooooooooooooh yeah!
I'm sooooo excited. While not all things are coming together for my Japan trip, at least I know I'll be connected while I'm there!
Also, when I finally got I chance to turn ON my eternally coveted laptop, Boobin asked me a great question:
"So what are you going to name her?"
I hadn't actually thought about that yet, but had he not brought it up, the idea might have just slipped right by, never to arise. It was a valid question. I sat back in my chair and found myself lost amongst the millions of possible names for my new baby. Thankfully, Boobin stepped up once again.
"You know, you already have the perfect name...I think it'd be an honour if you named it after your car. That car--that name--was a legacy. I think you owe it to your old Volvo."
"Do you think, Boobin? I did love that car..."
"Do it. It's only right."
"You're right. That's the name."
Everyone, I'd like you all to know that my new baby's name is proudly going to be Jenny.
*for those who know, you know. For those who don't--I bet I'll be staying up late in bed with Jenny tonight to tell you. :)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Don't get me wrong...
I'm THRILLED about my upcoming trip to Japan, but what with planning, translating, ordering, working, and all...I can't wait till it's over!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I thought of another one...
I can drink the water from a from a week-old (opened) water bottle, the kitchen tap, a public water fountain, a garden hose, but I cannot drink a glup of water poured from the bathroom faucet.
Brushing teeth is okay, gargling is okay, all that...but I just can't bring myself to actually drink it. It's always been like that. I CAN do it if I have to, but I always have a really hard time, and it's only if I must. I have a hard enough time just consuming any liquids while in the bathroom (like if I'm cleaning, and I need a drink from the kitchen, I can't bring it into the bathroom to drink). How's that one for weird?
...
I've tried updating my links. I booted some, I've rearranged others, and I've added new links. Granted, the links are to posts of my own, but I'm just trying to get organized here. I almost feel like it's coming around to the time I need a new layout. Pink is SO yesterday.
Brushing teeth is okay, gargling is okay, all that...but I just can't bring myself to actually drink it. It's always been like that. I CAN do it if I have to, but I always have a really hard time, and it's only if I must. I have a hard enough time just consuming any liquids while in the bathroom (like if I'm cleaning, and I need a drink from the kitchen, I can't bring it into the bathroom to drink). How's that one for weird?
...
I've tried updating my links. I booted some, I've rearranged others, and I've added new links. Granted, the links are to posts of my own, but I'm just trying to get organized here. I almost feel like it's coming around to the time I need a new layout. Pink is SO yesterday.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Can't...stop...playing...
Of all the people in the world, it turns out that my own mother is the one to send me the link to what could be the most devastating time-waster in the world.
Actually, I don't think I could really consider this a time waster since I love it SO much! Ouverture-Facile (which, if my grade 9 French serves me correctly, means "Easy Open") is a game about using your wits and your basic computer knowledge to solve puzzles and progress to the next level. Some things are pretty obscure, but all are solvable. And I think one of the things I love best is that the people who play the game, respect the base of the game: solving the puzzles on your own. Despite the extensive forums regarding the game and its 92 (and counting) levels, no one just GIVES you an answer. You'll get many hints and much encouragement, but no easy answers--it's all up to you.
I encourage all who love a challenge to try it. It is SOOOOO gratifying when you solve each puzzle. However, a word of warning about how ADDICTIVE this game can get. I myself have reached level 19 over the span of perhaps 2 days. I wish the rest of you the best of luck.
Actually, I don't think I could really consider this a time waster since I love it SO much! Ouverture-Facile (which, if my grade 9 French serves me correctly, means "Easy Open") is a game about using your wits and your basic computer knowledge to solve puzzles and progress to the next level. Some things are pretty obscure, but all are solvable. And I think one of the things I love best is that the people who play the game, respect the base of the game: solving the puzzles on your own. Despite the extensive forums regarding the game and its 92 (and counting) levels, no one just GIVES you an answer. You'll get many hints and much encouragement, but no easy answers--it's all up to you.
I encourage all who love a challenge to try it. It is SOOOOO gratifying when you solve each puzzle. However, a word of warning about how ADDICTIVE this game can get. I myself have reached level 19 over the span of perhaps 2 days. I wish the rest of you the best of luck.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Honourable Mentions
I'm recanting my idea that I might not have more than 6 weird things about myself. My original 6 Weirdest Things About Me post was only a day ago, but there's the link anyway.
My honourable mentions are:
My honourable mentions are:
- I don't often take the time to think things through before blurting them out. I've publicly and wrongfully accused people of farts they didn't commit, I've dissed names seconds before a happy mother announces it as her choice for her newborn, I've rubbed it in a little too much...and well, the list goes on and continues to grow.
- When embarrassed or thinking of an embarrassing moment, I'll blurt out random sounds or hum random notes. As though the noise will drown out the actions or memories.
- I like eating the eyeballs out of steamed fish. To the point where I'd dive for it if I think anyone else will beat me to it. As if.
Oh, alright...
I can't remember who's blog I read this first on, but I just saw it again on Boo's, so here I go. More than 84 deems you a loser with no life? Let's see...
(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
( ) Boondock Saints
(x) Fight Club
(x) Starsky and Hutch
(x) Neverending Story
(x) Blazing Saddles
(x) Universal Soldier
(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
(x) Along Came Polly
(x) Deep Impact
(x) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
( ) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
(x) KING KONG
Total so far: 15
( ) A Cinderella Story
(x) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
(x) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
(x) Halloween
(x) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving X-MAS
( ) Flubber
Total so far: 20
( ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(x) Practical Magic
(x) Chicago
( ) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
(x) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
(x) The Whole Nine Yards
(x) The Whole Ten Yards
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
(x) Just Married
( ) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
( ) Remember the Titans
(x) Coach Carter
(x) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(x) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 32
(x) Bad Boys
(x) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
(x) Lucky Number Slevin
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
(x) Bourne Identity
(x) Bourne Supremecy
( ) Lone Star
(x) Bedazzled
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
( ) The Fog
(x) Ice Age
( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total so far: 41
(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
( ) Christine
(x) ET
(x) Children of the Corn
(x) My Bosses Daughter
( ) Maid in Manhattan
( ) War of the Worlds
(x) Rush Hour
(x) Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 48
( ) Best Bet
(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(x) She's All That
(x) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
( ) Mars Attacks
(x) Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Wizard of Oz
(x) Forrest Gump
(x) Big Trouble in Little China
(x) The Terminator
(x) The Terminator 2
(x)The Terminator 3
Total so far: 59
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) X-3
(x) Spider-Man
(x) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Little Mermaid
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
(x) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
(x) The Hot Chick
(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
Total so far: 70
( ) Swimfan
(x) Miracle on 34th street
(x) Old School
(x) The Notebook
(x) K-Pax
( ) Kippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
( ) Boogeyman
(x) The 40-year-old-virgin
Total so far: 75
(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 81
( ) Baseketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(x) Elf
(x) Highlander
(x) Mothman Prophecies
(x) American History X
( ) Three
Total so far: 85
( ) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
(x) Shaolin Soccer
( ) Night Watch
(x) Monsters Inc.
(x) Titanic
( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
( ) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
Total so far: 88
( ) High Tension
(x) Club Dread
(x) Hulk
( ) Dawn Of the Dead
(x) Hook
(x) Chronicle Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
( ) 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
( ) Phantasm
(x) Waterworld
Total so far: 93
(x) Kill Bill vol 1
(x) Kill Bill vol 2
(x) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
( ) Kingdom of Heaven
( ) the Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
( ) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
( ) Army of Darkness
Total so far: 96
(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 102
(x) The Matrix
(x) The Matrix Reloaded
(x) The Matrix Revolutions
(x) Animatrix
( ) Evil Dead
( ) Evil Dead 2
( ) Team America: World Police
( ) Red Dragon
(x) Silence of the Lambs
(x) Hannibal
GRAND TOTAL: 108
Awwww shiet...can I NOT be a nerd and be considered a "movie connoisseur" instead? Then again, I don't know if I can even humbly accept that term. I honestly think I saw a few more of those movies than I marked, it's just that I either didn't watch them in their entirety, or that I'm not sure that I watched the Ewoks in their own movies, or just within the confines of the Star Wars Trilogy. (oops, did I confess that out loud?)
(x) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest
( ) Boondock Saints
(x) Fight Club
(x) Starsky and Hutch
(x) Neverending Story
(x) Blazing Saddles
(x) Universal Soldier
(x) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events
(x) Along Came Polly
(x) Deep Impact
(x) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
( ) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
(x) KING KONG
Total so far: 15
( ) A Cinderella Story
(x) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumber & Dumberer
(x) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Final Destination 3
(x) Halloween
(x) The Ring
( ) The Ring 2
( ) Surviving X-MAS
( ) Flubber
Total so far: 20
( ) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(x) Practical Magic
(x) Chicago
( ) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
(x) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
(x) The Whole Nine Yards
(x) The Whole Ten Yards
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
( ) Seed of Chucky
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
(x) Just Married
( ) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
( ) Remember the Titans
(x) Coach Carter
(x) The Grudge
( ) The Grudge 2
(x) The Mask
( ) Son Of The Mask
Total so far: 32
(x) Bad Boys
(x) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
(x) Lucky Number Slevin
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
(x) Bourne Identity
(x) Bourne Supremecy
( ) Lone Star
(x) Bedazzled
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
( ) The Fog
(x) Ice Age
( ) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown
( ) Curious George
Total so far: 41
(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
( ) Christine
(x) ET
(x) Children of the Corn
(x) My Bosses Daughter
( ) Maid in Manhattan
( ) War of the Worlds
(x) Rush Hour
(x) Rush Hour 2
Total so far: 48
( ) Best Bet
(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(x) She's All That
(x) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
( ) Mars Attacks
(x) Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Wizard of Oz
(x) Forrest Gump
(x) Big Trouble in Little China
(x) The Terminator
(x) The Terminator 2
(x)The Terminator 3
Total so far: 59
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) X-3
(x) Spider-Man
(x) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Little Mermaid
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
( ) The Skulls
(x) Cruel Intentions
( ) Cruel Intentions 2
(x) The Hot Chick
(x) Shrek
(x) Shrek 2
Total so far: 70
( ) Swimfan
(x) Miracle on 34th street
(x) Old School
(x) The Notebook
(x) K-Pax
( ) Kippendorf's Tribe
( ) A Walk to Remember
( ) Ice Castles
( ) Boogeyman
(x) The 40-year-old-virgin
Total so far: 75
(x) Lord of the Rings Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings Return Of the King
(x) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
(x) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
(x) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Total so far: 81
( ) Baseketball
( ) Hostel
( ) Waiting for Guffman
( ) House of 1000 Corpses
( ) Devils Rejects
(x) Elf
(x) Highlander
(x) Mothman Prophecies
(x) American History X
( ) Three
Total so far: 85
( ) The Jacket
( ) Kung Fu Hustle
(x) Shaolin Soccer
( ) Night Watch
(x) Monsters Inc.
(x) Titanic
( ) Monty Python and the Holy Grail
( ) Shaun Of the Dead
( ) Willard
Total so far: 88
( ) High Tension
(x) Club Dread
(x) Hulk
( ) Dawn Of the Dead
(x) Hook
(x) Chronicle Of Narnia The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe
( ) 28 days later
( ) Orgazmo
( ) Phantasm
(x) Waterworld
Total so far: 93
(x) Kill Bill vol 1
(x) Kill Bill vol 2
(x) Mortal Kombat
( ) Wolf Creek
( ) Kingdom of Heaven
( ) the Hills Have Eyes
( ) I Spit on Your Grave aka the Day of the Woman
( ) The Last House on the Left
( ) Re-Animator
( ) Army of Darkness
Total so far: 96
(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones
(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith
(x) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi
( ) Ewoks Caravan Of Courage
( ) Ewoks The Battle For Endor
Total so far: 102
(x) The Matrix
(x) The Matrix Reloaded
(x) The Matrix Revolutions
(x) Animatrix
( ) Evil Dead
( ) Evil Dead 2
( ) Team America: World Police
( ) Red Dragon
(x) Silence of the Lambs
(x) Hannibal
GRAND TOTAL: 108
Awwww shiet...can I NOT be a nerd and be considered a "movie connoisseur" instead? Then again, I don't know if I can even humbly accept that term. I honestly think I saw a few more of those movies than I marked, it's just that I either didn't watch them in their entirety, or that I'm not sure that I watched the Ewoks in their own movies, or just within the confines of the Star Wars Trilogy. (oops, did I confess that out loud?)
Thursday, February 01, 2007
The 6 weirdest things about me
Mimmers tagged me a while back and I really HAVE been meaning to write this blog--it's just finding the time to get in front of the computer. But tomorrow, that will alllllllll change!
Honourable Mentions:
February 2, 2007
February 11, 2007
- I have a third eyebrow.
Many have noticed this before and have tried to find a nice way to explain to me that they think I went a little wonky on plucking my eyebrows, but the fact is, I didn't. It's really a third eyebrow, separate from the other two that everyone is accustomed to seeing on a person's face. My mom's convinced it "sprouted" from a drop of something medicinal that she remembers the doctors accidentally dripping onto my face in that vicinity the day I was born... - I suffer from genuphobia--I have a fear of knees.
I know I've written about this before, but it's weird so it's gotta make an appearance again here, doesn't it? Seeing knees, hearing about knees, touching knees, having my knees touched--it all freaks me out to the point of hysteric tears. It's such an odd reaction that I tend to laugh at myself between sobs--who cries over knees? But my genuphobia only strikes when my knees are straight. When my knees are bent--go to town. - I have no ass.
I realize that this is a common occurrence, especially amongst asian females, but how many of those ass-less females have a name for their non-appendage? My voided ass is familiarly known between my friends and I as my "thwaist"--where my thighs and my waist connect. I once stood next to another asian female friend of mine, and from the side, observers could clearly see her ass overshadow my own. I think I have a picture of that somewhere... - Whistling along to songs is a no-no.
You could have the most heart-breakingly beautiful ability to whistle, but it won't matter two poos to me. It just hits right down to the core of my annoyance centre when people whistle over the words."Hey, who sings this song?"
Please notice that there is a differentiation. I develop a nervous tic when people whistle ALONG with songs, not when someone's just whistling in general. If nothing's on but the ditty on your lips, again, go to town.
"---so-and-so artist---"
"Yeah, let's try to keep it that way." - I can get extremely possessive and territorial.
Unless you have my permission, don't touch my stuff. Don't touch my stuff, don't borrow my stuff, don't move things out of their place. It's not funny to doodle things on MY possessions, even if I was probably going to do the same thing anyway. And don't stay in my personal space too long. It's not about my personal bubble, it's about my room, my house, my office, my car...things that are mine are NOT yours. I'm sure you're all thinking that everyone has their moments and can be like this too, but I find I become the bristling dog on the chain all too often, often enough that I've gotten even better at hiding it. (Secretly, I imagine my hairs on the back of my neck stand on end at the first sign of territory invasion before I officially go Super Saiyan on the intruder's ass--too nerdy a reference? That's okay.) - I am number dyslexic.
Words, I'm awesome with. Numbers, I suck. I would read "247" as "two-seventy-four." "3493" would become "three nine four three," and even "143" would probably come out as "four three one." Heck, I'd probably f-up something like "101" I'm that bad. It's better to let me write the numbers down, rather than read them to you. Along the same lines I always screw up left and right, east and west when giving directions; I always blurt out the opposite way than the one I mean. If you're the one in the car with me, it's probably better to watch which way I point, rather than listen to the way I direct.
Honourable Mentions:
February 2, 2007
- I don't often take the time to think things through before blurting them out. I've publicly and wrongfully accused people of farts they didn't commit, I've dissed names seconds before a happy mother announces it as her choice for her newborn, I've rubbed it in a little too much...and well, the list goes on and continues to grow.
- When embarrassed or thinking of an embarrassing moment, I'll blurt out random sounds or hum random notes. As though the noise will drown out the actions or memories.
- I like eating the eyeballs out of steamed fish. To the point where I'd dive for it if I think anyone else will beat me to it. As if.
February 11, 2007
- I can drink the water from a from a week-old (opened) water bottle, the kitchen tap, a public water fountain, a garden hose, but I cannot drink a glup of water poured from the bathroom faucet.
Brushing teeth is okay, gargling is okay, all that...but I just can't bring myself to actually drink it. It's always been like that. I CAN do it if I have to, but I always have a really hard time, and it's only if I must. I have a hard enough time just consuming any liquids while in the bathroom (like if I'm cleaning, and I need a drink from the kitchen, I can't bring it into the bathroom to drink). How's that one for weird?
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