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la_belle_laideToday began with Trisky leaping onto me at 6:30 AM and pawing my blankets off. Trisky's a princess who can be rowdy sometimes, but she's not the type to stir it up in the den first thing in the morning and then leap with all four paws on top of alpha bitch unless something's up. SHe was telling me she needed to go outside and puke again, because she'd already puked a little bit on the rug. I took both dogs out, and in a way it was kind of nice, becaue the morning was cool and mellow, and I knew taht I could go back to bed--after cleaning the rug, that is.
Then in the afternoon I went to visit the puppies again. They're getting so big now, and are getting into every little thing. And every big thing, as witnessed by the fact that they all tried to team together to dig up a, oak tree. It didn't work. Anyway, Cathy (the breeder) says she's pretty sure who's getting which puppy, but she wouldn't tell me. I even tried to wheedle the answer out by not asking directly, "Which one is mine?! SQUEE!" Instead I tried, "So, which puppy is Shah Jahan?" She didn't go for it.
As far as call names go, my original idea was Kukini. That's a Hawaiian term for a swift runner, the fastest messenger etc. I thought it was really cute, but everyone in the world shot it down. Most people thought it sounded stupid, and Janice at work said it sounded "like something dirty," in her words. I tossed around a few more, (Kauila, Jinsoku, Kahoaka, Lokehina [which I still sort of like,]) then realized I needed something that everyone could pronouce. For godsake, most peopel I know still have trouble with Trisky and Sano. ("Trixie and Sono" is what I get most of all.
So I decided on Kohakunushi. Which, I know, no one else who knows my dogs will be able to pronounce, but I can live with everyone calling him Haku. So I'm pretty sure that his call name, at least to most people, is going to be Haku. (Even though my Dad says that it sounds like a sneeze.)
Then, later in the evening I went to see Red Eye. I wouldn't have bothered with it if not for Cillian Murphy, who I thought was terrific in 28 Days Later, and who is beautiful as well. Anyway, it was mostly all right. I liked it up until the ending, where I thought their motives--especially his--got really muddled and silly. And I think that the "guy chases woman through house" thing is way overdone. I liked him better before he turned into Jack Nicholson at the end there. But for the most part it wasn't too bad.
Oh, I think it wasn't too bad. It was awfully hard to tell with the three squealing brats between the ages of 4 and seven who were two rows behidn me. Occasionally two rows behind me, that is. Since the two fatass women who were with them were letting them run all over the aisles and climb over the seats (and onto the two women who were in front of them,) they were sometimes right behind me. At one point I turned around and told the two fatasses, as loud as I could over the movie, "shut your stupid bastards up." They didn't speak English, but they got the idea, because they looked shocked, as if I was supposed to just sit there and let their little bastards squeal in my ear all through the movie. Then, the two fatass women started giggling along with the kids, and talking, you know, over the movie, because of course it was just too loud for them to hear each other. Then I said to the women behind me, "I feel so sorry for you two, with these stupid brats crawling all over you." They tacitly agreed, but seemed too shy to speak up to the fatasses. As I was leaving the theater, I went past the row that the fatasses and the bastards were in and I said, "It would have been nice if I could hear a single line of dialogue int his thing." Again, I knew they didn't speak English, but it felt good to say it, and at least they got the idea that I thought they were stupid fatasses and that their giggling sprogs were stupid little bastards.
Believe me when I say that I think the child-hate group that likes to call themselves "childfree" are also a bunch of emotionally bankrupt and mentally incapable trogs, (most of them, at least from the bits I've read on F_W,) but I swear I would have loved to set them in all their anti-child rage on these people. Then I'd have just sat back and watched.
Anyway, after spending much of the day driving behind people going 20 MPH in 55 zones and then having to deal with these people in the movie theater, I think I need and deserve ice cream. There are no good movies to watch tonight, but maybe I'll just gorge myself as I finish this stupid, pointless, time-wasting and badly done animation that will be watched by no one but me. Until, of course, some fine day after I get this piece of crap novel published by some miracle, and some die-hard fan (because every book has at least one, right?) hears a rumor about it and goes off in search of it and all of the other crap animations and crap drawings I've done, by which time I'll be so damned embarassed by them that I'll jsut cringe everytime someone brings them up. But will I bitch and whine that it's unfair that people are still looking at that old, crappy stuff I did? No, because I did it, and what can you do? Go crazy, enjoy the crap! I probably won't be any better in the future, anyway, so why the hell not?
Grr.
Then in the afternoon I went to visit the puppies again. They're getting so big now, and are getting into every little thing. And every big thing, as witnessed by the fact that they all tried to team together to dig up a, oak tree. It didn't work. Anyway, Cathy (the breeder) says she's pretty sure who's getting which puppy, but she wouldn't tell me. I even tried to wheedle the answer out by not asking directly, "Which one is mine?! SQUEE!" Instead I tried, "So, which puppy is Shah Jahan?" She didn't go for it.
As far as call names go, my original idea was Kukini. That's a Hawaiian term for a swift runner, the fastest messenger etc. I thought it was really cute, but everyone in the world shot it down. Most people thought it sounded stupid, and Janice at work said it sounded "like something dirty," in her words. I tossed around a few more, (Kauila, Jinsoku, Kahoaka, Lokehina [which I still sort of like,]) then realized I needed something that everyone could pronouce. For godsake, most peopel I know still have trouble with Trisky and Sano. ("Trixie and Sono" is what I get most of all.
So I decided on Kohakunushi. Which, I know, no one else who knows my dogs will be able to pronounce, but I can live with everyone calling him Haku. So I'm pretty sure that his call name, at least to most people, is going to be Haku. (Even though my Dad says that it sounds like a sneeze.)
Then, later in the evening I went to see Red Eye. I wouldn't have bothered with it if not for Cillian Murphy, who I thought was terrific in 28 Days Later, and who is beautiful as well. Anyway, it was mostly all right. I liked it up until the ending, where I thought their motives--especially his--got really muddled and silly. And I think that the "guy chases woman through house" thing is way overdone. I liked him better before he turned into Jack Nicholson at the end there. But for the most part it wasn't too bad.
Oh, I think it wasn't too bad. It was awfully hard to tell with the three squealing brats between the ages of 4 and seven who were two rows behidn me. Occasionally two rows behind me, that is. Since the two fatass women who were with them were letting them run all over the aisles and climb over the seats (and onto the two women who were in front of them,) they were sometimes right behind me. At one point I turned around and told the two fatasses, as loud as I could over the movie, "shut your stupid bastards up." They didn't speak English, but they got the idea, because they looked shocked, as if I was supposed to just sit there and let their little bastards squeal in my ear all through the movie. Then, the two fatass women started giggling along with the kids, and talking, you know, over the movie, because of course it was just too loud for them to hear each other. Then I said to the women behind me, "I feel so sorry for you two, with these stupid brats crawling all over you." They tacitly agreed, but seemed too shy to speak up to the fatasses. As I was leaving the theater, I went past the row that the fatasses and the bastards were in and I said, "It would have been nice if I could hear a single line of dialogue int his thing." Again, I knew they didn't speak English, but it felt good to say it, and at least they got the idea that I thought they were stupid fatasses and that their giggling sprogs were stupid little bastards.
Believe me when I say that I think the child-hate group that likes to call themselves "childfree" are also a bunch of emotionally bankrupt and mentally incapable trogs, (most of them, at least from the bits I've read on F_W,) but I swear I would have loved to set them in all their anti-child rage on these people. Then I'd have just sat back and watched.
Anyway, after spending much of the day driving behind people going 20 MPH in 55 zones and then having to deal with these people in the movie theater, I think I need and deserve ice cream. There are no good movies to watch tonight, but maybe I'll just gorge myself as I finish this stupid, pointless, time-wasting and badly done animation that will be watched by no one but me. Until, of course, some fine day after I get this piece of crap novel published by some miracle, and some die-hard fan (because every book has at least one, right?) hears a rumor about it and goes off in search of it and all of the other crap animations and crap drawings I've done, by which time I'll be so damned embarassed by them that I'll jsut cringe everytime someone brings them up. But will I bitch and whine that it's unfair that people are still looking at that old, crappy stuff I did? No, because I did it, and what can you do? Go crazy, enjoy the crap! I probably won't be any better in the future, anyway, so why the hell not?
Grr.
