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grrgoylJust to give us all a sense of closure (okay, give ME a sense of closure. I'm sure everyone else stopped caring about it long ago), here are the results of my fabulous movie quote meme:
3-way tie for first place:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kavieshana, minikitkatgirl and velmaneuwirth. Well done indeed!
3-way tie for second place:bluemoon02, trappedinabay and vagynafondue. Not so well done, but I love you for participating at all.
No actual prizes, I'm afraid. Just the warm fuzzy feeling of knowing you've made me very happy.
Oh, the answers no one got, if you haven't already gone to IMDb:
1. One of the ugliest bitches I've ever seen in my life rolled up, and I'm not one to call women ugly, but I think this woman was, because she had a penis. 200 Cigarettes. IMDb didn't have my favorite quote from Martha Plimpton, "What, are they all just walking the streets like zombies because it's too uncool to be prompt?" One of my top 20 favorite movies, even though it might be uncool to say so.
2. At the beep please leave your name, number and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma and we'll get back to you. Reality Bites Another very guilty pleasure.
11. Philoméne likes the sound of the cat's bowl on the tiles. The cat likes overhearing children's stories. Amélie. Nothing guilty about it, this is one of the best movies I've ever seen.
~*~
Enough of that nonsense. Now for some neighbor bitching. Our neighbor with the murderous dog (Reggie, for the sake of future brevity), was having ANOTHER party this weekend. Never has so much entertaining been done with so little furniture. I've got nothing against parties, you can party like it's 1999, just don't make me listen to it.
As I was walking out to my car, I noticed him on his balcony chatting with a woman. Whatever she said must have been terribly exciting, because he suddenly turned towards the park and let out this very loud whooping "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" noise that echoed into the open space. He turned back in time to see my look of reproach before I continued on my way.
I don't understand people who make unnecessary noise. Moving furniture makes necessary noise. Drilling a hole or hammering makes necessary noise. Skydiving or riding a rollercoaster might inspire an impromptu "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" Standing and chatting with a friend, in my view, does not. I don't know if it's a guy thing or a Reggie thing, but it gets on my nerves something fierce. It's like he has to cause a disturbance to feel alive or something. This isn't an "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" neighborhood. You want to make noise like that for no good reason, go live on Colfax.
Tery told me the next day he approached her and assured her we wouldn't have any more noise problems from him. Sure, piss me off but apologize to Tery. I don't know why the change of heart. Perhaps he finally took a look around and realized he was the only party animal in the complex. We'll see.
~*~
My new big thing is recycling. I mean, I've alway recycled as much as possible, but recently I discovered the Shriners have recycling bins a couple of miles away from us that take nearly everything (i.e. glass, paperboard and junk mail), as opposed to Tery's work bin that only accepts cardboard, plastic and aluminum. So now about every two weeks I load up my back seat and drop it all off on my way home from work Sunday morning. I feel good doing it, and our trips to the garbage have been cut almost in half.
Recycling awareness is a double-edged sword, however. I'm happy to do what I can for Mother Earth, but at the same time the evidence of so many others who couldn't care less is all around. It's maddening. Even at the recycle bins, last week I saw someone had left an old, stained, torn up mattress by the bins. Okay, by whose definition is THAT recyclable? But since there's no regulating who comes and goes, people are free to do shit like that.
Which brings me to our own garbage bins. Every time I go out there they are full of cardboard boxes -- clean, new boxes that can easily be recycled. I pull them out as much as I can, but where does my responsibility end? Do I just do my part and not worry about anyone else? Because that's the precise attitude that got the boxes into the bin in the first place. Similarly I have a neighbor who once a month makes several trips to the bin carrying glass bottles (possibly beer, though who am I to assume?). I can hear them rattling around before being tossed in (none too quietly), and the noise is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. Do I stomp out there and demand that he recycle? Where does my responsibility end?
I emailed our Homeowner's Association asking them to put something in the newsletter about the Shriners' bins, because it took a fair amount of internet work for me to learn about them. My request has been ignored as of this writing (this was 2 months ago).
However, there's a comical new set of rules posted on the bins now. About making sure bags are tied up tight so garbage doesn't fly around, and about breaking boxes down first. A.) No word about recycling the boxes, and B.) These monkeys can't be bothered to make sure trash ends up IN the bins. You really think a silly poster about rules is going to change anything?
Where does everyone else's responsibility begin?
~*~
Finally, my attempted foray back into Kung Fu. As I said last time, I really miss it, enough to try to find a DVD that would help me get back into it. The only one that looked halfway promising was by "Master Bob Klein." I decided to take a chance on it, despite Amazon reviews calling him a joke and the fact that he looked kind of like a porn star/internet predator on the cover.
It arrived this weekend. I skipped through it before heading to work to check it out.
I'm not sure I'll be able to use it, given that I won't be able to stop laughing.
Don't get me wrong: the things he says about reasons behind the moves and techniques sound familiar from my time with Jonas. And the moves look the same. The problem is the production values, which are basically nonexistent. His "studio" is a plywood floor that thumps hollowly with each step. In the first part his student is a chick from 1982, with fluffy hair, leg warmers and a Bedazzled sweater.
Even worse is when he moves outside for the actual "workout" section. In our classes with Jonas, most of us ranged from fairly normal to downright beautiful, graceful people. Then there was Chris. Chris was awkward, uncoordinated, stiff, and had a tendency to fart when he kicked. We all felt bad for Chris, of course no one made fun of him because we were all adults, but you could see the mortification written all over his face.
Apparently all Bob Klein had was a class full of Chrises; a tall drink of water who resembled Spike from Notting Hill (Rhys Ifans) who had the moves right, they just looked ridiculous on his beanpole physique, a shorter guy who tried to be too showy and was consequently forever overbalancing and stumbling everywhere, and a guy who looked like a wino they picked up off the street on the way over. The Master would explain the move, then they would all do it together repeatedly -- however, "together" in this instance does not mean "synchronized." As I puttered around getting ready for work, I'd glance at the TV and just burst out laughing. Not helping the situation was the soundtrack of cheesy synthesizer music that would have been more suitable for an episode of "Barney."
I hope the T'ai Chi DVD I ordered (NOT Master Bob Klein's) is better or this will all have been a waste of time.
3-way tie for first place:
kavieshana, minikitkatgirl and velmaneuwirth. Well done indeed!3-way tie for second place:
bluemoon02, trappedinabay and vagynafondue. Not so well done, but I love you for participating at all.No actual prizes, I'm afraid. Just the warm fuzzy feeling of knowing you've made me very happy.
Oh, the answers no one got, if you haven't already gone to IMDb:
1. One of the ugliest bitches I've ever seen in my life rolled up, and I'm not one to call women ugly, but I think this woman was, because she had a penis. 200 Cigarettes. IMDb didn't have my favorite quote from Martha Plimpton, "What, are they all just walking the streets like zombies because it's too uncool to be prompt?" One of my top 20 favorite movies, even though it might be uncool to say so.
2. At the beep please leave your name, number and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma and we'll get back to you. Reality Bites Another very guilty pleasure.
11. Philoméne likes the sound of the cat's bowl on the tiles. The cat likes overhearing children's stories. Amélie. Nothing guilty about it, this is one of the best movies I've ever seen.
~*~
Enough of that nonsense. Now for some neighbor bitching. Our neighbor with the murderous dog (Reggie, for the sake of future brevity), was having ANOTHER party this weekend. Never has so much entertaining been done with so little furniture. I've got nothing against parties, you can party like it's 1999, just don't make me listen to it.
As I was walking out to my car, I noticed him on his balcony chatting with a woman. Whatever she said must have been terribly exciting, because he suddenly turned towards the park and let out this very loud whooping "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" noise that echoed into the open space. He turned back in time to see my look of reproach before I continued on my way.
I don't understand people who make unnecessary noise. Moving furniture makes necessary noise. Drilling a hole or hammering makes necessary noise. Skydiving or riding a rollercoaster might inspire an impromptu "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" Standing and chatting with a friend, in my view, does not. I don't know if it's a guy thing or a Reggie thing, but it gets on my nerves something fierce. It's like he has to cause a disturbance to feel alive or something. This isn't an "A-hooooooooooooo!!!" neighborhood. You want to make noise like that for no good reason, go live on Colfax.
Tery told me the next day he approached her and assured her we wouldn't have any more noise problems from him. Sure, piss me off but apologize to Tery. I don't know why the change of heart. Perhaps he finally took a look around and realized he was the only party animal in the complex. We'll see.
~*~
My new big thing is recycling. I mean, I've alway recycled as much as possible, but recently I discovered the Shriners have recycling bins a couple of miles away from us that take nearly everything (i.e. glass, paperboard and junk mail), as opposed to Tery's work bin that only accepts cardboard, plastic and aluminum. So now about every two weeks I load up my back seat and drop it all off on my way home from work Sunday morning. I feel good doing it, and our trips to the garbage have been cut almost in half.
Recycling awareness is a double-edged sword, however. I'm happy to do what I can for Mother Earth, but at the same time the evidence of so many others who couldn't care less is all around. It's maddening. Even at the recycle bins, last week I saw someone had left an old, stained, torn up mattress by the bins. Okay, by whose definition is THAT recyclable? But since there's no regulating who comes and goes, people are free to do shit like that.
Which brings me to our own garbage bins. Every time I go out there they are full of cardboard boxes -- clean, new boxes that can easily be recycled. I pull them out as much as I can, but where does my responsibility end? Do I just do my part and not worry about anyone else? Because that's the precise attitude that got the boxes into the bin in the first place. Similarly I have a neighbor who once a month makes several trips to the bin carrying glass bottles (possibly beer, though who am I to assume?). I can hear them rattling around before being tossed in (none too quietly), and the noise is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. Do I stomp out there and demand that he recycle? Where does my responsibility end?
I emailed our Homeowner's Association asking them to put something in the newsletter about the Shriners' bins, because it took a fair amount of internet work for me to learn about them. My request has been ignored as of this writing (this was 2 months ago).
However, there's a comical new set of rules posted on the bins now. About making sure bags are tied up tight so garbage doesn't fly around, and about breaking boxes down first. A.) No word about recycling the boxes, and B.) These monkeys can't be bothered to make sure trash ends up IN the bins. You really think a silly poster about rules is going to change anything?
Where does everyone else's responsibility begin?
~*~
Finally, my attempted foray back into Kung Fu. As I said last time, I really miss it, enough to try to find a DVD that would help me get back into it. The only one that looked halfway promising was by "Master Bob Klein." I decided to take a chance on it, despite Amazon reviews calling him a joke and the fact that he looked kind of like a porn star/internet predator on the cover.
It arrived this weekend. I skipped through it before heading to work to check it out.
I'm not sure I'll be able to use it, given that I won't be able to stop laughing.
Don't get me wrong: the things he says about reasons behind the moves and techniques sound familiar from my time with Jonas. And the moves look the same. The problem is the production values, which are basically nonexistent. His "studio" is a plywood floor that thumps hollowly with each step. In the first part his student is a chick from 1982, with fluffy hair, leg warmers and a Bedazzled sweater.
Even worse is when he moves outside for the actual "workout" section. In our classes with Jonas, most of us ranged from fairly normal to downright beautiful, graceful people. Then there was Chris. Chris was awkward, uncoordinated, stiff, and had a tendency to fart when he kicked. We all felt bad for Chris, of course no one made fun of him because we were all adults, but you could see the mortification written all over his face.
Apparently all Bob Klein had was a class full of Chrises; a tall drink of water who resembled Spike from Notting Hill (Rhys Ifans) who had the moves right, they just looked ridiculous on his beanpole physique, a shorter guy who tried to be too showy and was consequently forever overbalancing and stumbling everywhere, and a guy who looked like a wino they picked up off the street on the way over. The Master would explain the move, then they would all do it together repeatedly -- however, "together" in this instance does not mean "synchronized." As I puttered around getting ready for work, I'd glance at the TV and just burst out laughing. Not helping the situation was the soundtrack of cheesy synthesizer music that would have been more suitable for an episode of "Barney."
I hope the T'ai Chi DVD I ordered (NOT Master Bob Klein's) is better or this will all have been a waste of time.
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Date: 2008-06-16 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 11:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 10:20 pm (UTC)Ugh, you know I've had my fair share of random whooping from my neighbours. I just don't get it. Ok, you're having (ANOTHER) party, that's cool. Ok, you're a bit drunk. And ok, something may happen that's VERY funning or enough to make you want to go 'Wooo!' at your freind. But... Not 20 times ina row. It's hard to explain without sounding like a crochety old woman but.. It seriously doesn't seem like anything's happened to solicate a 'wooo!' with my neightbours (or old neighbours since I moved out yesterday) they just go around there house and garden making noise for no reason.
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Date: 2008-06-16 11:30 pm (UTC)You sound just like me in college. I would lock myself in my room and everyone else in the building was running naked down the halls screaming. I didn't understand then any more than I do now.
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 04:29 pm (UTC)Well Tery remarked how our parents were "green" before their time, because everything would be used for multiple purposes to save money (our fathers could have co-written "101 uses for that old plastic milk jug").
Then there's Tabby, who was 19 when we hung out, who would drink all night and throw all those bottles and cans away. It drove me insane. She didn't know what the big deal was. Didn't get that it was in her best interest to protect the world and worry about problems that will be even more an issue in her lifetime than mine.
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Date: 2008-06-18 05:34 am (UTC)I enjoyed your "meme" by the way. I might do one myself. Maybe all of *your* favorite movies - to test you :)
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Date: 2008-06-18 03:22 pm (UTC)That would be a "mememe" then, because it would be all about me me me!
Oh. Feeling Silly Now.
Date: 2008-06-18 07:44 pm (UTC)Re: Oh. Feeling Silly Now.
Date: 2008-06-18 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-21 07:41 pm (UTC)I share your pain RE recycling. Everyone in my county (house-owners, apartment renters, mobile home owners) is issued a nice plastic bin for recycling. It's big enough to fit all of the week's recyclables, and every week - on garbage day - a truck comes to pick them up. Maybe three or four people on my block make use of this. It couldn't be any easier to recycle, but people still don't do it. I admire you for actively seeking out a place to drop your recyclables off, but there's no way anyone else would go through that trouble whether there's a sign on the garbage bin or not.
Sort of OT: when you recycle pop cans/bottles, do you just throw them in with the rest or is there a special bin for them?
Are you sure that Kung-Fu movie isn't supposed to be a joke? The cover looks like it could be the poster for a low-budget summer comedy. You should try that kick-boxing tape with the really cut black guy. Have you seen those commercials?
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Date: 2008-06-23 06:57 pm (UTC)See, what chance does our planet have when you make it so easy for people and they STILL can't be arsed? They're talking about getting a Shriner's bin for our lot, which I would love, but you just know these stupid, stupid people will throw trash in it and ruin it for the rest of us. Which is why I can't be the one who decides who lives and dies, because it would be me, you, Tery and perhaps OldFriendBear. Oh, and JeffyJeff. And that wouldn't be enough to keep the human race going. Which perhaps would be the point.
Cans and bottles go in with the rest of it. I wish CO was progressive enough to offer the deposit return program, but no.
You mean Tae-Bo with Billy Blanks? I have tried it. You need to be in really good shape to use it to get in shape. Lethally aerobic.