Monthly Archives: May 2004

in fresno, yet again

I’m in Fresno! It’s warm here! I’m visiting jentwo! It only took me three hours to get here – or it would have if I hadn’t spent over half an hour getting lost, circling the on ramp in Oakland, and then getting on the wrong freeway (580E, not 880S) when attempting to leave North Bay.

I hate making wrong turns & getting lost in strange places. It makes me twitchy.

Just here for tonight – tomorrow – on to Los Angeles! I’m simultaneously excited and terrified – tomorrow is, more so than usual, the first day of the rest of my life. I’d better go get enough sleep to meet it head on.

the day after tomorrow

…was exactly what it was supposed to be. An air-conditioning movie with NO REDEEMING FEATURES WHATSOEVER. Totally unrealistic science, cardboard characters, cheeseball lines thrown in whenever no-one was getting frozen to death, and bitchin’ awesome s/fx. It’s two hours of the trailer, basically. The script is as bad – worse! – than Deep Impact – but the movie never gets boring because there’s SO MUCH DISASTER.

If you like big noisy movies with cheap adrenaline thrills, then by all means, go see it! Especially if you have a team of smartasses to mock it with all the way home. Otherwise, let this one go by. It won’t be worth seeing on video – it’s a movie that demands THX and a huge screen to have impact – but it’s a great way to shut down your brain for a couple hours.

heh heh heh

One more thing: Tuesday’s party is reviewed on the AD:Tech blog.

BlueLithium need to fire their party planners. Trapeze act or no, the party was not that well executed. Music was too loud to talk over, and there were no company names on the nametags. AND there was a huge line to get in outside, because despite having an open RSVP on their website, the BlueLithium staff were checking business cards at the door. I told them I was with Tribal/DDB, didn’t have business cards yet, and got in through the thirty-second VIP line.

Upon getting in, the party was so cliched that I wished that some of my Vancouver friends could have been there to mock it. Check the link, see the descriptions and realize why my first comment upon entry was, “look, it’s 1998!”

leaving home, virtually

I just unsubscribed from the vancouver, victoria_bc and ubc communities, and joined los_angeles and lagoth instead. I’m trying to break as much as possible with Vancouver, just until I get over the idea that I’m not going back. Changing over my location in all my various web identities and profiles is one of the little symbolic things that makes it slightly more real.

I’m still in Berkeley today, catching up on laundry and various other stuff. Stuff that required me to plug my laptop – and as much as I’m trying to distance myself from Vancouver, I still wish there were more of you from home online to chat with. Better this way though, because I really should be up and moving and working on today’s project: biking over the Golden Gate.
c’mon marge! pump those crazy legs!

another strangely accurate quiz

PARENTAL
ADVISORY
SOCKGIRL CONTAINS
EXPLICIT LYRICS

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From Go-Quiz.com

everything that’s wrong with America

Yes, I realize that “Super Size Me” is just as biased as “Bowling for Columbine”, but damn, Spurlock hits on more truths than he knows.

Especially the bit about Texas being a fat state. Not that I would, y’know, know anything about that.

Actually, he’s proved a bunch of points that I suspected, including the chemical connection between food and mood.

is there anyone who HASN’T seen this movie yet?

tales from the road: a coffeehouse in Eureka

The backs of my calves are sunburned. This is the result of falling asleep in a patch of sunshine today, lying on my stomach, drooling contentedly onto the issue of Cosmo I’d been reading. I haven’t had a sunburn in years, so it’s a bit of a weird feeling, and I wish I had a spike of the aloe vera plant Mom always kept for these type of minor wounds.

I’ve got some time to kill, so I might as well write about Eureka yesterday.

the all-American experience: bonding with locals