The weather be cold and rainy. We'll be together whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
I saw a play in Yreka with my popso this weekend called Underpants. It is a german play that steve martin adapted. Needless to say, Steve Haske would have found it delightful. Needless to say. One of my old highschool chums was in it and he was really great. Really the best part of the show by all accounts. And the play itself is very funny. Funny enough that even a dead monkey without a brain could have made me laugh if he somehow figured out a way to deliver the lines of the play.
And I miss summer. I would like a couple more days of nice fall weather. Without rain, thanks. So take care of that for me, kay? Also, I really recommend that L.I.E movie I oh so breifly posted about before. Really really. Also, I'm stressed out because I'm supposed to be taking the GRE in like 2-3 weeks or something and I've barely even prepared at all. Also, I was supposed to ask for the time off because I'm taking them at Humboldt and I haven't yet. Also, my old boss from my old cardiology job is now my new boss at my hospital job. What a crazy world. The more things change, and all that.
October 16, 2006
Underpants and whether the weather be cold.
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There's no way to study for that bastard GRE. I like to think my vocabulary is pretty good, and they were pulling all sorts of shit I'd never seen in my life. I think some of it was Olde English. Worde.
I saw The Queen, Something or Other About Recognizing Your Saints, and The Departed. All of which I recommend to you for various reasons with various degrees of hesitation. But not much hesitation. These are the first movies I've seen in a movie theater since I got preggers, therefore, the first movies little baby Atanarjuat has experienced in-theatro-utero. He doesn't kick as much as Ailsa did, but I might just be fatter and less able to feel him. He did allow me to stop barfing earlier, and for that I am grateful. Ailsa said "block," "clock," and "milk" the other night. She was on a voiceless velar stop kick. She has since returned to "abazabadaba?" and "aaya!" and her favorite closed-mouth nasal vocalizations. She also told me we should name her brother "Yokay." It's pronounced ith a sing-songy lilt. As is everything.
The GRE is a piece of cake. Unless you want to do well on it. Then you really better study the logic stuff. The rest is the same old same old. I think you should have Paris tutor you.
I do oh so enjoy the moments when Steve Martin decides to be funny. It's too bad I wouldn't have gone to that play because I don't believe in underpants. The dramatic skills of brainless, dead monkeys, however, are another story.
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