I thought we'd just show film strips today, what say you? God, wasn't that wonderful, when you got to school and they just showed you film strips all day? My elementary school was an old, beautiful building that I never appreciated because I was trying to not get raped by Cossacks (it was kind of a dangerous school), and they had these big, tall windows with what in my mind were giant windowsills. Now that I'm large they probably aren't that big.
What's that other word for windowsills, when they're really wide and you can sit in them? Not window seats, jerk ass. Some other word. Parchment? Gravel? Vestibule? Oh, goddammit.
Anyway. Some days we'd be tooling along, writing letters on that big writing-our-letters paper,
(this is a 100% genuine example of my writing) and the teacher would say, "Everyone hand your papers up" and then she'd start CLOSING THE BLINDS on those windows, and oooo. We knew a film was coming up. Then everyone would raise his or her hand. "Me! Me!" some kids would say, but I was too cool for that. Plus, I was a good student, so I usually got picked anyway. I was a total Nellie Olsen in elementary.
The POINT is, then the teacher would select one or two kids to come down to the supply room with her and roll up the TV set on a stand, or roll up the reel-to-reel projector, and it was SO EXCITING.
Then you had to watch some bullshit about why you should shower every day, or eat your vegetables, or be nice to the loser kid. I never took any of those messages to heart.
Me saying that photo is a real example of my writing reminded me of something Ned and I used to do. When we'd be at a restaurant or something, and music was piped in, like let's say we were at the Italian place, and some dramatic Italian singer would be bellowing a tune, one of us would say, "That's me singing, by the way."
We got pretty elaborate about it. "This is my work, by the way," I'd tell him, while some rap song was on. "I'm the one in the background going, 'Yeah, yeah.' Remember the other day when I said I was getting a manicure? I was in the studio. I didn't want to brag."
And we all know that's not true because of course I like to brag.
I think one of the filmstrips I watched was how you shouldn't brag. And why did we have to call them film "strips"? Redundant.
Yesterday morning, before Typepad so rudely cut me off by dying, I was writing to you on my laptop, and by "my" I mean work's, and I took a picture of the sunrise for you, because I'm never sitting there, normally, that time of day and never appreciate the sunrise from there. So I took this photo that did you NO GOOD, and then I got up and took one at the back door where you could see it better.
That's all. I was gonna show you yesterday but Typepad decided to off itself or whatever and now it's been replaced by child Chico, so whatever. Do you remember that? Am I the only one? When Chico and the Man came on, and it was a big hit, and then Chico shot himself I think accidentally (hello, drugs) and they went ON WITH THE TV SHOW with some little kid named Chico? Tacky.
No one names their child Chico anymore.
Oh, speaking of which, Lilly had a baby! Lilly my friend, of Chris and Lilly fame, not my cat, which I might have lead with. She had a boy. He weighs TEN POUNDS. I am sorry to tell you that I've considered my friend Lilly's girl bits a lot more than I ever thought I would, these past 24 hours. TEN POUNDS. Holy cats.
And finally, in summation, and I know you're gonna wanna print this whole post out and hand it to your friends on alphabet paper (oh my god, I SO NEED alphabet paper stationery), at work we get free books that are, like, books but they're not official, proofread copies yet. I have no idea why. Anyway, these books come to our work and go on the anyone-can-take-it table, and yesterday I took an Eastern medicine book and took the first quiz and it turns out my Qi is stagnant.
I guess you could have told me that.
I have no idea what to DO about that, but I'm hoping it involves Pop-Tarts. I guess I have to keep reading to find out. Hey, it's Eastern medicine. Maybe to unstagnate your Qi you have to eat more sesame chicken. In that case, I'm in.
I got my roots done the other day and I was taking a picture with my webcam, but it clicked before I got my hair out the Ima shower ponytail, and I should have just plopped this in here so you'd spend the rest of time thinking, "?"
I have to go. I have to try to have a Qi movement before work.
Sayonara,
June
