I was making a toasted cheese last night (this is the technique wherein you are too lazy to make a grilled cheese so instead you put the bread plus cheese in the toaster oven) after round one of packing. I glanced quickly to check the status of the cheese/bread and saw the following: one of those small roach-like things IN THE TOASTER OVEN WITH MY SANDWICH being cooked.
Awshummmm.
Yeah. Not a real big cockroach. One of those smaller, fast-moving bastards that look like less aesthetically pleasing crickets. This is the third time I've seen one in three weeks. I am not yet worried - if I see more I'll do something about it.
The last one I saw decided to make its home on my camera battery charger and when I unplugged it the bug crawled on my hand and then landed on the floor. It turned into a showdown with me shouting "D! D! Hand me my shoe! QUICK!" and the roach just still until D appeared with the shoe. Then it ran under the piano at the speed of light.
But. DEAR GOD.
Probably grossest kitchen incident thus far in life.
No. Second grossest. There was the time I forgot about some potatos for about a year and when I found them... yeah. Alien potatos with red eye trees growing out of them. I nearly vomited.
The roach only made my stomach churn. A lot.
I removed the roach with a spoon. Now the idea of my spoons make my stomach churn.
Why are we so afraid of bugs? I have no idea.
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On my way to work this morning I was lamenting not calling my short-lived "band project" Leah and Issues. One of the boys in the short-lived "band project" suggested it as a joke, but I really liked it.
Because its sort of cute in a homage to Huey Lewis and the News sort of way.
And obviously, issues.
I probably was thinking this because on my way to work I was also thinking "I have issues."
I am having all sorts of issues. About the future. About finances. About decisions. About kids.
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Which reminds me that I have come up with a good idea for a Post Secret.
I am going to make it and send it in when I get back from Buenos Aires.
I'm not going to tell you what it is, because its a secret.
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I am exhausted today because I got no sleep last night.
Not because of packing or insomnia or because of forcing myself to stay up so that I will be guaranteed sleep on the overnight flight, but because of a three hour conversation that has me feeling only slightly better.
I don't want to have secrets. I want to know everything. I want to know everything about him that touches us. I don't want to feel guilty about things I don't know about.
This has me feeling something I haven't felt in a long time - that feeling in the pit of your stomach that is caused by the fear of losing something that you're not sure should be lost.
Things will be fine. Sometimes, though, it doesn't feel that way.
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I wish emotional distress didn't go to the stomach.
Why can't it accumulate in, say, the wrist?
No, then I couldn't blog or play piano.
No extremities. Because when emotionally distressed it is important to write and to go for long walks by oneself during which one thinks severely about things.
But it is also important to eat.
I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about. I guess I just wish I was the type of person who consumed endless containers of ice cream when sad instead of being the type of person who doesn't want to eat at all.
Not that I'm not eating. I just couldn't care less about eating, but it could be because of almost having a cockroach with my dinner.
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So yes! Leaving for Buenos Aires tonight and am thinking mainly about what less-expensive-than-NYC haircut I will get and whether that haircut will be blonde or black or a combination of both. Right now I am leaning towards both, although I am slightly concerned because I do not speak a word of Spanish and how will I communicate my hair desires with hand motions?
The packing went relatively smoothly. Since we have no plans, I had no idea what to bring, so I brought everything. I overpacked. Not my usual style, but I think overpacking is the easier option and ease is a priority right now.
I am excited.
Not in a tangible way, though.
I'm sure once I see M and A I'll be excited, because they will be excited and prepared and will arrive with all sorts of goodies designed to entertain humans on 11 hour flights.
So.
I'm off, readers!
Until next Monday....
Have good weekends and weeks.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Jobs
I watched Rivers and Tides last night, the documentary about Andy Goldsworthy. In case you don't know who Andy Goldsworthy is (I didn't prior to hearing about this documentary a few years ago), he is a sculptor who creates works out of natural objects such as leaves or icicles and assembles them so that they'll be destroyed by nature. He does this to study time and the interaction between the earth and its creations.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, the documentary was awesome and you should all see it. It is very serene and calm and lovely until this one scene that takes you by surprise in which some dude basically takes down a sheep and then pulls a BABY SHEEP - LAMB - from it!
You're like "Wtf!? What!? Why!??! AHHHH!!"
When this happened, I turned to D and said "Isn't it crazy how different his job is from ours?"
So crazy.
Like there are people out there who raise sheep and help them give birth.
Then there are people who make clothes or food out of animals.
And then there are artists who take wool and gently place it atop stone walls to make a statement about energy and time.
And then there are people who clone sheep.
In the movie there were people who put up a wall. I thought "Huh. What if my job was to make walls? Would that be better or worse than what I do?"
I think it would be awesome if, like in schools, there was some sort of job exchange program. Like you could go on exchange with someone who works on a farm, or who owns a laundromat, or who builds bridges, or who deep sea fishes, or who taste tests ice cream, or who drives a zamboni.
D said "The world is so beautiful. What are we doing here?"
I have no idea what the answer to that question is.
I suddenly want to buy a farm and make things out of twigs.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, the documentary was awesome and you should all see it. It is very serene and calm and lovely until this one scene that takes you by surprise in which some dude basically takes down a sheep and then pulls a BABY SHEEP - LAMB - from it!
You're like "Wtf!? What!? Why!??! AHHHH!!"
When this happened, I turned to D and said "Isn't it crazy how different his job is from ours?"
So crazy.
Like there are people out there who raise sheep and help them give birth.
Then there are people who make clothes or food out of animals.
And then there are artists who take wool and gently place it atop stone walls to make a statement about energy and time.
And then there are people who clone sheep.
In the movie there were people who put up a wall. I thought "Huh. What if my job was to make walls? Would that be better or worse than what I do?"
I think it would be awesome if, like in schools, there was some sort of job exchange program. Like you could go on exchange with someone who works on a farm, or who owns a laundromat, or who builds bridges, or who deep sea fishes, or who taste tests ice cream, or who drives a zamboni.
D said "The world is so beautiful. What are we doing here?"
I have no idea what the answer to that question is.
I suddenly want to buy a farm and make things out of twigs.
Boomerang Again
I just wrote that post and am now wondering if this even happened, because man. That's just weird.
Boomerang
The most bizarre thing just happened.
I was in the middle of this huge experiment in the hood when I was approached by a woman from my group.
She said "I know we don't talk very much..."
I got very excited! I thought "Ah ha! Somebody is finally confronting me about me and D! I have been waiting for this moment!" I haven't really been waiting for it, as much as I've considered it because it will probably happen, and I'm always wondering what I will do and say. It is of particular concern this week, as D and I are departing, together, for Buenos Aires on Friday. People on my floor keep asking me with whom I am going to Argentina, and I say "I am meeting my friend M and her husband at JFK - they will be coming from MA because its less expensive to fly out of New York..." I then, in all further conversation, refer to the group as "we" without mentioning that D is part of it.
I digress... as usual.
She then said "... but I have to ask of you a favor."
"Oh, ok," I said, disappointed by the lack of drama and confrontation.
"What do you need?" I asked, expecting her to request a reagent or time in the hood or maybe some relevant gossip as she has recently started working with my boss on a side project.
"Well, I know you're artistic... I'd like to request your artistic help."
Oh no.
OK. Not the end of the world. I am super busy at work this week, but whatever. I enjoy making slides. Maybe she wants help with an animated slide! Yipee!!! I could make time for an animated slide.
"OK - what do you need?"
"I need you to draw me a boomerang."
"What?"
"I need a drawing of a boomerang. I've been looking online but I can't find anything good."
Oh. My. God.
"A boomerang? I'm not very good... I don't think I can draw a boomerang..."
"No, I've seen you doodling in lab meeting. I know you can draw."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can. I've seen you." This woman is the same woman who, when she went into labor, walked a couple of miles to the hospital instead of being driven. She's nice, but a bit... well... severe.
I wasn't being modest. I can't draw. I really can't. I said "Look, yeah, I can draw, no, I can doodle the occasional face, but I don't think I can draw a boomerang."
If she'd asked me for a cute little blonde girl walking down the streets of NYC, fine. I could draw that. I could draw a phone, or a car, or a computer. I could draw a receptor. I could draw anything I looked at. I could find a picture online and draw something, but it wouldn't be better than what I'd found online!
And really. Drawing a boomerang is hard. It's also weird. It's like if someone said "Draw a box." It's more of a shape than a thing, right? You would draw a square. Drawing a boomerang is the same as drawing the shape of a boomerang. I wanted to be like "Dude, you can draw a boomerang just as well as I can! It's like drawing a triangle or something!"
"I don't know..." I said.
She kept insisting. "I have seen you draw. You can do it. And if its not as good as anything I found online, I won't use it."
"OK," I gave in, "But can I ask you... what do you need it for?"
Reluctantly, as though she was about to say "Actually, Leah Lar, I have been sent to your planet by The Master and I have found the key to the universe right here in this incubator but, well, it is very tragic because you and everyone on your planet will die unless you can draw a perfectly symmetrical boomerang on this piece of graph paper," she said "I have to show it to someone. I have to show someone what a boomerang is."
The pressure! First of all, who doesn't know what a boomerang is? Second of all, I don't want to be responsible for explaining to someone what a boomerang is! It's going to look like a freaking piece of macaroni! Or a moon! Did she want someone throwing the boomerang? Did she want context? Did she want Crocodile Dundee?
My guess is that they do not have boomerangs in Afghanistan.
But why does she need to be so secretive? Who doesn't know about the boomerang?
I tried. I really did. But it just looks like a drawing of a boomerang, and I feel like if you don't already know what a boomerang is, the drawing isn't going to help.
I googled "Boomerang" and sent her some links after saying "I tried, but I can't draw a boomerang better than an actual photo of a boomerang, or any of the boomerang schematics I found online."
Hilarious.
OK. Work now.
I was in the middle of this huge experiment in the hood when I was approached by a woman from my group.
She said "I know we don't talk very much..."
I got very excited! I thought "Ah ha! Somebody is finally confronting me about me and D! I have been waiting for this moment!" I haven't really been waiting for it, as much as I've considered it because it will probably happen, and I'm always wondering what I will do and say. It is of particular concern this week, as D and I are departing, together, for Buenos Aires on Friday. People on my floor keep asking me with whom I am going to Argentina, and I say "I am meeting my friend M and her husband at JFK - they will be coming from MA because its less expensive to fly out of New York..." I then, in all further conversation, refer to the group as "we" without mentioning that D is part of it.
I digress... as usual.
She then said "... but I have to ask of you a favor."
"Oh, ok," I said, disappointed by the lack of drama and confrontation.
"What do you need?" I asked, expecting her to request a reagent or time in the hood or maybe some relevant gossip as she has recently started working with my boss on a side project.
"Well, I know you're artistic... I'd like to request your artistic help."
Oh no.
OK. Not the end of the world. I am super busy at work this week, but whatever. I enjoy making slides. Maybe she wants help with an animated slide! Yipee!!! I could make time for an animated slide.
"OK - what do you need?"
"I need you to draw me a boomerang."
"What?"
"I need a drawing of a boomerang. I've been looking online but I can't find anything good."
Oh. My. God.
"A boomerang? I'm not very good... I don't think I can draw a boomerang..."
"No, I've seen you doodling in lab meeting. I know you can draw."
"No, I can't."
"Yes, you can. I've seen you." This woman is the same woman who, when she went into labor, walked a couple of miles to the hospital instead of being driven. She's nice, but a bit... well... severe.
I wasn't being modest. I can't draw. I really can't. I said "Look, yeah, I can draw, no, I can doodle the occasional face, but I don't think I can draw a boomerang."
If she'd asked me for a cute little blonde girl walking down the streets of NYC, fine. I could draw that. I could draw a phone, or a car, or a computer. I could draw a receptor. I could draw anything I looked at. I could find a picture online and draw something, but it wouldn't be better than what I'd found online!
And really. Drawing a boomerang is hard. It's also weird. It's like if someone said "Draw a box." It's more of a shape than a thing, right? You would draw a square. Drawing a boomerang is the same as drawing the shape of a boomerang. I wanted to be like "Dude, you can draw a boomerang just as well as I can! It's like drawing a triangle or something!"
"I don't know..." I said.
She kept insisting. "I have seen you draw. You can do it. And if its not as good as anything I found online, I won't use it."
"OK," I gave in, "But can I ask you... what do you need it for?"
Reluctantly, as though she was about to say "Actually, Leah Lar, I have been sent to your planet by The Master and I have found the key to the universe right here in this incubator but, well, it is very tragic because you and everyone on your planet will die unless you can draw a perfectly symmetrical boomerang on this piece of graph paper," she said "I have to show it to someone. I have to show someone what a boomerang is."
The pressure! First of all, who doesn't know what a boomerang is? Second of all, I don't want to be responsible for explaining to someone what a boomerang is! It's going to look like a freaking piece of macaroni! Or a moon! Did she want someone throwing the boomerang? Did she want context? Did she want Crocodile Dundee?
My guess is that they do not have boomerangs in Afghanistan.
But why does she need to be so secretive? Who doesn't know about the boomerang?
I tried. I really did. But it just looks like a drawing of a boomerang, and I feel like if you don't already know what a boomerang is, the drawing isn't going to help.
I googled "Boomerang" and sent her some links after saying "I tried, but I can't draw a boomerang better than an actual photo of a boomerang, or any of the boomerang schematics I found online."
Hilarious.
OK. Work now.
Thank You, Duane
A follow-up to the Noxzema Crisis:
I have figured it out!
During my searches for the alleged Noxzema Triple Clean, I looked at other Noxzema products and started to wonder if I was insane, since the Noxzema products looked nothing like I remembered.
This caused me to wonder if I'd been using Noxzema at all.
I went to Duane Reade last night after a very. long. stressful. most stressful ever. day at work, and thought "If they don't have it, I am going to lose my shit. Do not fail me, Duane Reade. The fate of the universe rests in your hands."
I decided, this time, to be thorough in my search. I looked at all of the Noxzema products. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the Noxzema products were advertising their "Fresh new look!"
AH HA!
They did, thankfully, have the triple clean facial cleanser in its hot new silver/blue tube (much more attractive than the stale, old look, which, if you know what it looked like, tends to remind one of the good ol' 80s).
I imagine the lack of triple clean must have been due to this Noxzema Aesthetic turnover. And no, it's not that I didn't read the labels because I didn't recognize the packaging. I did. Perhaps Noxzema just took longest designing the fresh new look for its star product, and couldn't have the old stale look causing eye stores on shelves with the other new packaging.
So I am psyched, and will hopefully have normal and even skin by the time I get to Buenos Aires, which, incidentally, will be in only a few days!!!
I have figured it out!
During my searches for the alleged Noxzema Triple Clean, I looked at other Noxzema products and started to wonder if I was insane, since the Noxzema products looked nothing like I remembered.
This caused me to wonder if I'd been using Noxzema at all.
I went to Duane Reade last night after a very. long. stressful. most stressful ever. day at work, and thought "If they don't have it, I am going to lose my shit. Do not fail me, Duane Reade. The fate of the universe rests in your hands."
I decided, this time, to be thorough in my search. I looked at all of the Noxzema products. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the Noxzema products were advertising their "Fresh new look!"
AH HA!
They did, thankfully, have the triple clean facial cleanser in its hot new silver/blue tube (much more attractive than the stale, old look, which, if you know what it looked like, tends to remind one of the good ol' 80s).
I imagine the lack of triple clean must have been due to this Noxzema Aesthetic turnover. And no, it's not that I didn't read the labels because I didn't recognize the packaging. I did. Perhaps Noxzema just took longest designing the fresh new look for its star product, and couldn't have the old stale look causing eye stores on shelves with the other new packaging.
So I am psyched, and will hopefully have normal and even skin by the time I get to Buenos Aires, which, incidentally, will be in only a few days!!!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
When Things Cease to Exist
I am a girl. I am concerned about my skin. I've never had good skin. I have what people in the industry call "combination skin."
It took me forever to find a good facial cleaner. For the past few years, I've been using Noxzema's Triple Clean Cleanser.
I switched at one point when someone told me my skin-cleaning routine was less than optimal, but then my face started getting really dry so I had to switch back.
I bring this all up because I ran out of Triple Clean while I was in New Hampshire. I didn't fret. I thought "I'll just get more when I am next in a CVS."
I went to a CVS in Cambridge and they did not have it.
"Interesting..." I thought, and just borrowed Sister's Neutrogena for my remaining time in MA.
When I got back to NYC, I went to two CVS's and neither of them had it.
"Well, everywhere you go - Duane Reade!" I sang, and went to a Duane Reade.
They did not have it either!
I thought "Maybe I have no idea what I'm looking for. Maybe I'm confused. Maybe it was Clearasil? I know it was blue. It must have been Clearasil."
I bought the Clearasil and have been using it for a week and my face is already coming off. Dryness. No good!
Now.
I looked online and Noxzema Triple Clean does, in fact, exist.
But it seems as though you can no longer buy it in stores. I don't know that for a fact, but I have tried four places and none of them had it. I am going to go to another Duane Reade tonight and if its not there, what am I going to do?
I could order it online, but that seems absurd. I could buy something else, but who knows if it will be good for the face? I can't continue to waste money on things that are just going to make the skin situation worse.
But, more importantly, a huge pet peeve of mine is when things to which I am addicted cease to exist!!!
Seriously. Like why did Noxzema just stop making this? Well, I don't think they did, because its still on the website, but I can't rationalize paying shipping for a $4 bottle of facial cleanser.
What happened?
And what am I supposed to do in the aftermath?
This has happened historically with food.
When we were little kids, we used to eat at this restaurant in Milford, MA called Pub Dennis (right near the rollerskating rink - yeah!). They made these special drinks for kids that they called "slushies" but were this Pub-Dennis-Only concoction of like creamy goodness and syrup that I can't even describe. Most amazing drink of all time. We went there fairly regularly - like at least once a month. One time we went there and ordered the "slushie" and they brought us regular like 7-11 style slushies!!!!
My mother used to take us to KMart all the time and could only appease us with slushies. You know the ones. They weren't regular slushies. They were special slushies. Sort of solid. Almost like red and sugary snow. Then one day - they were gone!!! Replaced by regular 7-11 style slushies. Devastation. (The good news about this is that the KMart style slush has resurfaced at movie theaters worldwide in the form of the Arctic Blast or some other titled thicker slush that is like snow.)
In the town near my hometown, there was a restaurant called Rome Restaurant that had the most amazing french fries on the planet. It was an Italian restaurant but for some reason they had the world's best recipe for spicey fries. Hmmmm. Sister and I were addicted. We ate there fairly regularly - like at least once every two months. Then, one time, we went there and ordered french fries and they brought regular french fries to us!!! We were mortified! We asked what had happened to the other french fries and the waitress looked at us as though we were insane. If we'd known the last time we ate there was going to be our last time for those fries, we would have savored it.
The same thing happened with Friendly's. Spicey Spuds. Heaven. Then one day - gone! Tragedy. Sister called me on Sunday night and said "Leah - I am at Friendly's. You're never going to believe this. They have Spicey Spuds again!" "AWESOME! NO! YES!!! AHHHHHHH!" "See Boyfriend? I told you this was a big deal." And then she hung up.
And what happened to O'Boisies? I loved those!
And now my face is falling off because Noxzema Triple Clean Cleanser seems to have disappeared.
Do you have any similar sad stories about products disappearing?
It just isn't right when things cease to exist, and when you are not prepared.
It's so much better knowing when something happens for the last time.
Sniff. Woe is me. I am going to Duane Reade after work. Wish me luck, folks.
It took me forever to find a good facial cleaner. For the past few years, I've been using Noxzema's Triple Clean Cleanser.
I switched at one point when someone told me my skin-cleaning routine was less than optimal, but then my face started getting really dry so I had to switch back.
I bring this all up because I ran out of Triple Clean while I was in New Hampshire. I didn't fret. I thought "I'll just get more when I am next in a CVS."
I went to a CVS in Cambridge and they did not have it.
"Interesting..." I thought, and just borrowed Sister's Neutrogena for my remaining time in MA.
When I got back to NYC, I went to two CVS's and neither of them had it.
"Well, everywhere you go - Duane Reade!" I sang, and went to a Duane Reade.
They did not have it either!
I thought "Maybe I have no idea what I'm looking for. Maybe I'm confused. Maybe it was Clearasil? I know it was blue. It must have been Clearasil."
I bought the Clearasil and have been using it for a week and my face is already coming off. Dryness. No good!
Now.
I looked online and Noxzema Triple Clean does, in fact, exist.
But it seems as though you can no longer buy it in stores. I don't know that for a fact, but I have tried four places and none of them had it. I am going to go to another Duane Reade tonight and if its not there, what am I going to do?
I could order it online, but that seems absurd. I could buy something else, but who knows if it will be good for the face? I can't continue to waste money on things that are just going to make the skin situation worse.
But, more importantly, a huge pet peeve of mine is when things to which I am addicted cease to exist!!!
Seriously. Like why did Noxzema just stop making this? Well, I don't think they did, because its still on the website, but I can't rationalize paying shipping for a $4 bottle of facial cleanser.
What happened?
And what am I supposed to do in the aftermath?
This has happened historically with food.
When we were little kids, we used to eat at this restaurant in Milford, MA called Pub Dennis (right near the rollerskating rink - yeah!). They made these special drinks for kids that they called "slushies" but were this Pub-Dennis-Only concoction of like creamy goodness and syrup that I can't even describe. Most amazing drink of all time. We went there fairly regularly - like at least once a month. One time we went there and ordered the "slushie" and they brought us regular like 7-11 style slushies!!!!
My mother used to take us to KMart all the time and could only appease us with slushies. You know the ones. They weren't regular slushies. They were special slushies. Sort of solid. Almost like red and sugary snow. Then one day - they were gone!!! Replaced by regular 7-11 style slushies. Devastation. (The good news about this is that the KMart style slush has resurfaced at movie theaters worldwide in the form of the Arctic Blast or some other titled thicker slush that is like snow.)
In the town near my hometown, there was a restaurant called Rome Restaurant that had the most amazing french fries on the planet. It was an Italian restaurant but for some reason they had the world's best recipe for spicey fries. Hmmmm. Sister and I were addicted. We ate there fairly regularly - like at least once every two months. Then, one time, we went there and ordered french fries and they brought regular french fries to us!!! We were mortified! We asked what had happened to the other french fries and the waitress looked at us as though we were insane. If we'd known the last time we ate there was going to be our last time for those fries, we would have savored it.
The same thing happened with Friendly's. Spicey Spuds. Heaven. Then one day - gone! Tragedy. Sister called me on Sunday night and said "Leah - I am at Friendly's. You're never going to believe this. They have Spicey Spuds again!" "AWESOME! NO! YES!!! AHHHHHHH!" "See Boyfriend? I told you this was a big deal." And then she hung up.
And what happened to O'Boisies? I loved those!
And now my face is falling off because Noxzema Triple Clean Cleanser seems to have disappeared.
Do you have any similar sad stories about products disappearing?
It just isn't right when things cease to exist, and when you are not prepared.
It's so much better knowing when something happens for the last time.
Sniff. Woe is me. I am going to Duane Reade after work. Wish me luck, folks.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Sleep
I found a good burrito in Manhattan.
I have rescued my sheets, which were ironed and compressed into a package smaller than anything you can imagine.
Things feel lighter after the weekend.
Catharsis rules.
My air conditioner is on and I can't feel or hear NYC.
And so I will go to bed.
At 9:52 pm.
Fuck yeah.
I have rescued my sheets, which were ironed and compressed into a package smaller than anything you can imagine.
Things feel lighter after the weekend.
Catharsis rules.
My air conditioner is on and I can't feel or hear NYC.
And so I will go to bed.
At 9:52 pm.
Fuck yeah.
Science and Comics
I love that comic books and science have been so intertwined historically. It is to be expected that superpowers result from something scientific - mutations in DNA, cosmic phenomena, insect bites etc. In addition, many characters in comic books are scientists. It is not uncharacteristic to see people in lab coats in comics.
We have been lucky enough to be given a ton of movies adapted from comic books in recent years. I've seen a lot of them. Not all, but enough to be peeved about the following:
Is it so freaking difficult to get a scientific consultant for these movies?
Seriously.
I'm not even talking about content. I'm talking about the infuriating way in which people articulate science-isms onscreen.
The content is annoying too, but really. Can't there be a scientist on the set to help actors learn to how to ACT LIKE A SCIENTIST?!?
I would do it for FREE. I imagine any scientist would! I'd wear a lab coat and safety glasses and gloves. This being said, I'm certain that these multimilliondollarscosting blockbusters might have a couple bucks to spare for me to spend a day on the set to help people be comfortable with science words.
I am up in arms because of Fantastic Four (which, incidentally, was only mostly terrible).
D and I snickered when Reed said "recombinant DNA" and when he made a machine that generated the exact opposite random mutation (s) that caused the Fantastic Four to have crazy powers, so that they could, again, be normal.
Right.
And who can forget Blade 3? Far worse.
The only science-related movie I have been super pleased with and even excited about was The Hulk. I didn't love the movie, but I loved the labs! They were super accurate. They even had Qiagen kits!!! I felt like I was the only one who was aware of the best cameo appearance in a film that has ever hit the screen! And, even better, someone in the movie had to excuse themselves because their timer went off! YES!!!! The only bad thing was that nobody really seemed to care when their labs and life's work were destroyed.
So yes. I will help for free. Seriously. I will do research and show actors how to convincingly hold a pipet and how not to stumble over the word "genome."
In related ranting, I am extremely jealous of Jessica Alba's hair.
That is all.
We have been lucky enough to be given a ton of movies adapted from comic books in recent years. I've seen a lot of them. Not all, but enough to be peeved about the following:
Is it so freaking difficult to get a scientific consultant for these movies?
Seriously.
I'm not even talking about content. I'm talking about the infuriating way in which people articulate science-isms onscreen.
The content is annoying too, but really. Can't there be a scientist on the set to help actors learn to how to ACT LIKE A SCIENTIST?!?
I would do it for FREE. I imagine any scientist would! I'd wear a lab coat and safety glasses and gloves. This being said, I'm certain that these multimilliondollarscosting blockbusters might have a couple bucks to spare for me to spend a day on the set to help people be comfortable with science words.
I am up in arms because of Fantastic Four (which, incidentally, was only mostly terrible).
D and I snickered when Reed said "recombinant DNA" and when he made a machine that generated the exact opposite random mutation (s) that caused the Fantastic Four to have crazy powers, so that they could, again, be normal.
Right.
And who can forget Blade 3? Far worse.
The only science-related movie I have been super pleased with and even excited about was The Hulk. I didn't love the movie, but I loved the labs! They were super accurate. They even had Qiagen kits!!! I felt like I was the only one who was aware of the best cameo appearance in a film that has ever hit the screen! And, even better, someone in the movie had to excuse themselves because their timer went off! YES!!!! The only bad thing was that nobody really seemed to care when their labs and life's work were destroyed.
So yes. I will help for free. Seriously. I will do research and show actors how to convincingly hold a pipet and how not to stumble over the word "genome."
In related ranting, I am extremely jealous of Jessica Alba's hair.
That is all.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
I Pity The Dolls
Yes, folks, that is the name of the show I went to see yesterday afternoon at the Orchard Street Art Gallery.
Jealousy replaced by the knowledge of the absurdity of my feelings and sympathy for those involved, armed with my new microscopic camera that Father got for a sweet deal, I journeyed downtown to check out the all Mr.-T-doll exhibit.
Bizarre and complete awesomenocity.
They showed "Be Somebody Or Be Somebody's Fool" on repeat.
Here is my Favorite Mr. T:
Me and Favorite Mr. T:
My Second Favorite Mr. T:
The guy in the white t-shirt is the guy who collected all the Mr. T's, and he is our hero:
And, course, Yoda T:
Jealousy replaced by the knowledge of the absurdity of my feelings and sympathy for those involved, armed with my new microscopic camera that Father got for a sweet deal, I journeyed downtown to check out the all Mr.-T-doll exhibit.
Bizarre and complete awesomenocity.
They showed "Be Somebody Or Be Somebody's Fool" on repeat.
Here is my Favorite Mr. T:
Me and Favorite Mr. T:
My Second Favorite Mr. T:
The guy in the white t-shirt is the guy who collected all the Mr. T's, and he is our hero:
And, course, Yoda T:
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