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August, 2000
8/13/00
Me? ...Oh, I've got nothing to say today. But -- you've GOT to read this journal entry by Jen. Let's just say that it deals with the Monthly Recurring Feminine Nastiness (MRFN). And you know what that means. Oh yes you do. Let me also state for the record that I agree wholeheartedly with everything Jen wrote in said entry (ummm...except for the "size" problem, which I don't have. er...I really don't know if I do, actually. I don't wear...um.... what's that? well, just read the freaking article and you'll find out. Ghod.). Anyway, if you want a milk-spewing-from-nostrils laugh, read Jen's 8/12/00 entry.
Oh
well. One more bit 'o information.
Mind Diver has finally broken
through the 25,000 word mark! Yippee!!! Confetti and fanfare, everyone!
Sigh. Only about 50,000 more to go.
Erin Cashier Denton had this to say about the title in a SFF. Net newsgroup:
(Every time i see your title, i'm all "Dude, there's someone in my brain in a submarine!" -- but that could be because i'm weird.)
Heh. I never thought of it that way -- it cracks me up, though. Every now and then when I'm working on the novel, I'll hear a tiny voice singing, "...we all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine..."
Oh, what the heck. One more thing. And it's a rant.
As is my weekly
custom, I went to the cinema yesterday. I saw The
Replacements (got decent reviews, had Keanu Reeves in it...good enough
reasons to see the flick). Anyway. Why the f**k do people have to pretend
the theatre is their friggin' living room? It never ceases to amaze
me how people talk/whisper/murmur during dialogue (Helpful
Hint From Anne: Either learn to sub-vocalize or WAIT UNTIL AFTER
the movie to ask "...why did...?" "...how come...?"
"...what did he mean when...?" etc). It never ceases to
amaze me why the hell people can't learn to cross their legs without
striking the seat in front of them. (Helpful Hint From Anne:
Gauge the distance between your knees and the seat in front of you. If
you cannot carefully, gracefully swing your leg over the other leg without
banging your foot against the seat in front of you because of insufficient
space -- then keep your freaking feet planted
firmly on the freaking floor! Besides. Crossing your legs is
bad for you). It never ceases to amaze me why parents must bring
their infants and toddlers to PG-13, PG and R rated movies. (Helpful
Hint From Anne: Remember, movies with such ratings are far beyond
the interest of your child. If the movie has no animation in it, this
is a sure sign that the child will become bored out of his/her tiny skull
and will procede to howl and squirm in his/her seat. This will annoy the
hell out of the theatregoers surrounding you. We will yell at you. We
might even throw popcorn at you. So. Either hire a babysitter or...DON'T
GO!). It never ceases to amaze me why people must leave their
discarded refreshments directly in the aisle after the
movie, causing other theatregoers (like me) to nearly
slide into an unceremonious pratfall, twisting both ankle and neck (from
looking down to see what is cause of said slippage). (Helpful
Hint From Anne: Either push the discarded containers half-under
your seat or take them with you and dump them in the trash receptacles
on your way out of the theatre. Dumbasses). It never ceases to amaze
me why, after laughing at some funny line or bit, some idiots have
to shout immediately after their LOUD guffaws, "Oh, that was a good
one! <repeats funny line or briefly describes funny bit for all to
hear> HA!HA!HA!HAAAAAAAA!" (Helpful Hint
From Anne: Laughing is fine. Laughing is good for you. That's
why you came to see a comedy. What is NOT good is repeating dialogue,
along with a brief commentary. Save this for AFTER the movie. Remember,
the rest of us did not pay $5.50 to hear YOU). It never ceases to
amaze me that people don't seem to realize that multi-plex theatre
seats are INTERCONNECTED. Meaning: whenever you rock
and/or bounce in your seat, or when you shimmy your leg
into a jiggling frenzy, EVERYONE IN YOUR ROW CAN FEEL IT TOO.
(Helpful Hint From Anne: Please sit peacefully in your
seat like a normal person. You are not at a rock concert. That's all I
ask). It never ceases to amaze me just WHY people must make intermittent
trips to the bathroom to pee -- during the movie! (Helpful Hint
From Anne: If you suffer from the frequent urge to urinate, please-please
find an aisle seat. This will eliminate having to press
your big, fat ass into someone's face, thus blocking their view of the
film. This will also keep your fellow theatregoers from losing the circulation
in their legs as they move their knees sideways to accommodate your girth).
And, finally, it never ceases to amaze me why people
will prop their stinky feet on the seat DIRECTLY next to one that is occupied.
(Helpful Hint From Anne: First of all, it's extremely
rude and uncouth to prop up one's feet in such a manner -- in a public
place, yet. Do this at home where no one but your ill-bred kith and kin
can see you. Secondly, if you absolutely MUST do this, please make sure
that MANY other empty seats separate you from the occupied ones. Believe
me, your feet ARE NOT as "odor free" as you might think. No
amount of foot powder applications, pedicures and epson salt soakings
will EVER change that fact).
And I thought I had nothing to say. Crimony!
My
rating for The Replacements:
½
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