Happy Spaghetti Day!
Nov. 23rd, 2006 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sailorhathorI don't want to be a cynical, depressing downer, so just ignore me. It's just the holidays don't mean the same thing they once did these days. I really want to be happy and all "Happy Thanksgiving!" right now, but instead, I'm feeling lethargic and cynical. I'm like a big human version of Apathetic Ren. "Whatever."
I'll probably shake it over the next few hours, but I just don't want to do anything.
This is the first Thanksgiving, and holiday season, without my dad. And all I can think about is past holidays when things were happier.
Whatever.
Working at Grey Dawg has done a good job of making me dread every holiday known to Americans. As we get closer to any big holiday where people travel, the people on the phones just get meaner, nastier, grumpier, and more insane and/or feeble, and by the time the holiday is over, I am going PHEW! Good riddance! I really, really, REALLY do not want to be like that, but Real Life is a mighty bitch goddess.
I am having the traditional Thanksgiving spaghetti feast for lunch. Later, I'll probably go up to work and steal a couple free Thanksgiving dinners. They had better have pumpkin pie this year and not that stupid, godawful pecan pie that everyone but me likes around here. I was going to go out to the movies, but the buses only run once per hour on Thanksgiving, so just getting to the theatre would have taken two hours. A theatre that is normally a 15 minute drive in a car. WHATEVER. Movies can wait 'til next week! I have no desire to spend Thanksgiving with either of my messed-up siblings, and any friends I could spend it with are unavailable. I find myself alone for the holidays. For the first time. Whatever.
I wanted to go shopping tomorrow morning with all the insane crowds because that's fun for me, if you can believe it (I'm an insane trampler type!), but I balanced my checkbook and I'll be lucky if I can afford my medicine before it runs out, so no splurgy for Lo-chan. Unless there's some sort of surprise on my paycheck tomorrow morning. Whatever.
I'm trying to remember some happy Thanksgiving memories from my childhood, and I seem to have lost them. I know they're there, but I can't remember anything specific. All my memories are from the last ten years.
I remember a few years ago, when my sister was still dating Bo, they came over for Thanksgiving. Remember when you were a kid and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was magical and just the neatest thing ever? Now it gets so damn BORING so quick. I see things in it that I just didn't see when I was a kid. Anyway, they have these popular singers ride on the floats now and lip-sync their big hits, and something about riding on a float makes them REALLY BAD at lip-syncing, and the whole effect is just very bad and very funny. "I AM SINGING THIS LIVE. NO, NOT LIP-SYNCING. YOU BELIEVE IT, DON'T YOU?" So I remember how after we ate, my sister and Bo cuddled up on the couch while I showed them the highlights of the Worst of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Bad lip-syncing! Strange, random points to make the floats take off! And the highlight: These dancers performed a number from the "Saturday Night Fever" musical. I don't know who choreographed this particular number, but it must've been someone possessed by a demon who was suffering from conniption fits, because it was just indescribably funny. No one realized the choreographer was possessed and just went along with whatever he/she suggested. So they all looked like they were having a seizure standing up. Just... WOW. What was that? So I showed that to my sister and her boyfriend, and they nearly fell off the couch laughing. :D That's a nice memory.
I remember going Black Friday shopping with my sister, and she was actually pleasant and didn't pick at me.
I remember making my first successful turkey, and how proud it made me to have people eat it and compliment it. Damn I miss making a turkey this year. It's just so FAMILY.
I remember that Thanksgivings used to be extremely fun when I was a kid, because we got together with all the family and got into the kind of mischief only kids can cook up.
I remember eating turkey dinner with my brother's family when the kids were still babies, and Zach was a bread fiend. He went around asking everyone for their extra rolls. I let him have mine, and he sat in my lap and put butter all over the roll and ate it. :D Cute.
I need to go eat my spaghetti before it gets too cold. I just hope I can shake the funk because I actually need to get something done today.
God, I miss my dad.
In unrelated news, I put up a discussion question over at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_possession to try to figure out exactly where Harvelle's Roadhouse is located. The show does seem to be trying really hard to say that the place is in Nebraska. I can accept that, but I do think it's pretty sloppy writing to have Sam refer to a city that is two states away as being "not that far from here." I don't care if they are well-traveled, that's not close. Didn't they walk from Wisconsin back to Harvelle's in that episode? Or did they walk back to Bobby's from there? Either way, it's HUNDREDS OF MILES. COME ON, TV SHOW! That is some freakin' ridiculous BS you're trying to get me to swallow. I'll have to watch it again to see if that's really what they did, because wow, wtf? But they did have them drive back from Pennsylvania to Harvelle's in "No Exit," which is crossing several states no matter how you look at it, and they tried to make it seem like it took ONE NIGHT. Okay, make me stop thinking about this dumb shit, because it's ruining everything for me.
Anyway, if the place is in Nebraska, then I must know a little about Nebraska drinking laws. And of course, I can't find anything as nicely laid out as the Wisconsin website was. In fact, anything I did find was so disorganized and jargon-laden that it gave me a headache just to try to make sense of it. I did take out of it that if you are under 21, you are a minor. So, I think it's safe to assume that their legal drinking age is 21. Therefore, I am saving myself the headache and just using standard drinking laws for Nebraska. :PPPP I wish this place was in Wisconsin. I liked that better. Nebraska just... I don't know, doesn't feel right. The thing that Sam said about it being "not that far from here" just ruined everything for the part of my mind that tries to make sense of stuff.
OH, and "Medium" last night was really good, but GAAAAAAAH!!!! That one scene scared the holy crap out of me! I'll put it under a cut to avoid spoilers, but Apathetic Ren Laurel is like "who cares, whatever, just type the spoiler w/o the cut," so I'm fighting her just to type this cut tag. :P When Allison was dreaming that she was in the bad car accident, and was in the hospital, and she asks the nurse to help her get to the bathroom. She's like, "I can't feel my legs." And the nurse says okay, just let me get some help, and Allison replies no, me and you can do it, no biggee. And she whips the sheet off and HER LEGS ARE GONE!!!! I swear to God, I nearly SCREAMED out loud in reaction. I totally did not expect that. Then she starts screaming, "OH MY GOD, MY LEGS! WHERE ARE MY LEGS?! WHERE ARE MY LEGS?!?!" It sent the biggest chill through me! I just loved that! When she screamed all that, Patricia Arquette sounded JUST like she did in Nightmare on Elm Street 3. :D I loved that too. One of my favorite "Medium" creep moments to date.
In the scene just previous to that, the girl who plays Ariel impressed me with her acting for the first time, with the crying fit. Of course, the actress really cried, but it still made me feel for her.
I'll probably shake it over the next few hours, but I just don't want to do anything.
This is the first Thanksgiving, and holiday season, without my dad. And all I can think about is past holidays when things were happier.
Whatever.
Working at Grey Dawg has done a good job of making me dread every holiday known to Americans. As we get closer to any big holiday where people travel, the people on the phones just get meaner, nastier, grumpier, and more insane and/or feeble, and by the time the holiday is over, I am going PHEW! Good riddance! I really, really, REALLY do not want to be like that, but Real Life is a mighty bitch goddess.
I am having the traditional Thanksgiving spaghetti feast for lunch. Later, I'll probably go up to work and steal a couple free Thanksgiving dinners. They had better have pumpkin pie this year and not that stupid, godawful pecan pie that everyone but me likes around here. I was going to go out to the movies, but the buses only run once per hour on Thanksgiving, so just getting to the theatre would have taken two hours. A theatre that is normally a 15 minute drive in a car. WHATEVER. Movies can wait 'til next week! I have no desire to spend Thanksgiving with either of my messed-up siblings, and any friends I could spend it with are unavailable. I find myself alone for the holidays. For the first time. Whatever.
I wanted to go shopping tomorrow morning with all the insane crowds because that's fun for me, if you can believe it (I'm an insane trampler type!), but I balanced my checkbook and I'll be lucky if I can afford my medicine before it runs out, so no splurgy for Lo-chan. Unless there's some sort of surprise on my paycheck tomorrow morning. Whatever.
I'm trying to remember some happy Thanksgiving memories from my childhood, and I seem to have lost them. I know they're there, but I can't remember anything specific. All my memories are from the last ten years.
I remember a few years ago, when my sister was still dating Bo, they came over for Thanksgiving. Remember when you were a kid and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was magical and just the neatest thing ever? Now it gets so damn BORING so quick. I see things in it that I just didn't see when I was a kid. Anyway, they have these popular singers ride on the floats now and lip-sync their big hits, and something about riding on a float makes them REALLY BAD at lip-syncing, and the whole effect is just very bad and very funny. "I AM SINGING THIS LIVE. NO, NOT LIP-SYNCING. YOU BELIEVE IT, DON'T YOU?" So I remember how after we ate, my sister and Bo cuddled up on the couch while I showed them the highlights of the Worst of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Bad lip-syncing! Strange, random points to make the floats take off! And the highlight: These dancers performed a number from the "Saturday Night Fever" musical. I don't know who choreographed this particular number, but it must've been someone possessed by a demon who was suffering from conniption fits, because it was just indescribably funny. No one realized the choreographer was possessed and just went along with whatever he/she suggested. So they all looked like they were having a seizure standing up. Just... WOW. What was that? So I showed that to my sister and her boyfriend, and they nearly fell off the couch laughing. :D That's a nice memory.
I remember going Black Friday shopping with my sister, and she was actually pleasant and didn't pick at me.
I remember making my first successful turkey, and how proud it made me to have people eat it and compliment it. Damn I miss making a turkey this year. It's just so FAMILY.
I remember that Thanksgivings used to be extremely fun when I was a kid, because we got together with all the family and got into the kind of mischief only kids can cook up.
I remember eating turkey dinner with my brother's family when the kids were still babies, and Zach was a bread fiend. He went around asking everyone for their extra rolls. I let him have mine, and he sat in my lap and put butter all over the roll and ate it. :D Cute.
I need to go eat my spaghetti before it gets too cold. I just hope I can shake the funk because I actually need to get something done today.
God, I miss my dad.
In unrelated news, I put up a discussion question over at
spn_possession to try to figure out exactly where Harvelle's Roadhouse is located. The show does seem to be trying really hard to say that the place is in Nebraska. I can accept that, but I do think it's pretty sloppy writing to have Sam refer to a city that is two states away as being "not that far from here." I don't care if they are well-traveled, that's not close. Didn't they walk from Wisconsin back to Harvelle's in that episode? Or did they walk back to Bobby's from there? Either way, it's HUNDREDS OF MILES. COME ON, TV SHOW! That is some freakin' ridiculous BS you're trying to get me to swallow. I'll have to watch it again to see if that's really what they did, because wow, wtf? But they did have them drive back from Pennsylvania to Harvelle's in "No Exit," which is crossing several states no matter how you look at it, and they tried to make it seem like it took ONE NIGHT. Okay, make me stop thinking about this dumb shit, because it's ruining everything for me.Anyway, if the place is in Nebraska, then I must know a little about Nebraska drinking laws. And of course, I can't find anything as nicely laid out as the Wisconsin website was. In fact, anything I did find was so disorganized and jargon-laden that it gave me a headache just to try to make sense of it. I did take out of it that if you are under 21, you are a minor. So, I think it's safe to assume that their legal drinking age is 21. Therefore, I am saving myself the headache and just using standard drinking laws for Nebraska. :PPPP I wish this place was in Wisconsin. I liked that better. Nebraska just... I don't know, doesn't feel right. The thing that Sam said about it being "not that far from here" just ruined everything for the part of my mind that tries to make sense of stuff.
OH, and "Medium" last night was really good, but GAAAAAAAH!!!! That one scene scared the holy crap out of me! I'll put it under a cut to avoid spoilers, but Apathetic Ren Laurel is like "who cares, whatever, just type the spoiler w/o the cut," so I'm fighting her just to type this cut tag. :P When Allison was dreaming that she was in the bad car accident, and was in the hospital, and she asks the nurse to help her get to the bathroom. She's like, "I can't feel my legs." And the nurse says okay, just let me get some help, and Allison replies no, me and you can do it, no biggee. And she whips the sheet off and HER LEGS ARE GONE!!!! I swear to God, I nearly SCREAMED out loud in reaction. I totally did not expect that. Then she starts screaming, "OH MY GOD, MY LEGS! WHERE ARE MY LEGS?! WHERE ARE MY LEGS?!?!" It sent the biggest chill through me! I just loved that! When she screamed all that, Patricia Arquette sounded JUST like she did in Nightmare on Elm Street 3. :D I loved that too. One of my favorite "Medium" creep moments to date.
In the scene just previous to that, the girl who plays Ariel impressed me with her acting for the first time, with the crying fit. Of course, the actress really cried, but it still made me feel for her.
