This evening I did something I never do. I went out for coffee with a friend. I only met her a couple weeks ago on a new social networking site for nerds. By chance, she was sent to Albuquerque for training at Sandia National Labs. She contacted me and we texted each other yesterday when she arrived in town since we had decided to grab a coffee together. I got a text from her after work, asking if I wanted to meet up at the place across from her hotel. We had a cup of coffee and chatted for over two hours outside on the patio. The weather was nice, especially after the sun set. It was a good time, and we may meet up later this week before she leaves to return to D.C.

In the past week two different people have contacted me to ask permission to translate a couple of my SS/HG fics into Russian. Has anyone got similar requests? It just thought it was odd for two different people to contact me in such a short period of time regarding that.

I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Saturday night and thought it was slow and slightly clumsy at times. As a whole, I didn't really enjoy it. There were good parts, but a couple of the subplots were completely unnecessary. There were not interesting or likable characters. And, personally, I disliked Kate Winslet's character with a passion. I understand where they were going with it and what they were trying to convey, but I felt as if they did a sloppy job of it. Actually, in general, I feel as if movies are too long. At first, I thought this might be due to my watching anime and developing a dwindling attention span. Now, I'm not so sure. I sat down and watched The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, which is about two and a half hours long, and was completely engrossed because it is a masterpiece. Das Boot, a German film about U-boats during World War II was nearly four hours, and I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. I can watch Tarkovsky films over and over without tiring of them or my attention dwindling, and he is notorious for long films that drone on and on. I think I've just honed in on what I appreciate and enjoy movie-wise. And if I feel the filmmakers are trying to put one over on me, I shut down.
I haven't had an instant messenging service on my computer for years, so I don't know what got into me last night, but I downloaded Trillian. If you're bored and so inclined, you can contact me with any of the following services. If I don't respond back immediately, it's because I'm trying to figure out how to work this new technology. If you have an account with any of the services and aren't opposed to being internet-stalked by me (I kid, I kid), leave your username(s) as a comment so my contact list on Trillian isn't so pathetic and empty.

AIM: anogete1981
YAHOO: anogete527
ICQ: 399157037

I talked Jason into renting Appaloosa because I have a thing for neo-westerns. I'm sure it all started with Deadwood and was exacerbated by The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford and Seraphim Falls. Okay, so I watched Seraphim Falls for Liam Neeson's hotness, but I can hardly be blamed for that. I mean, look at him. Oh, all right. Fine. So I might be watching Appaloosa for the eyecandy, too. I mean, I'm still in love with Viggo Mortensen after seeing him in Eastern Promises. The Russian accent? The badassness and danger? The tattoos and intrigue? Plus, he looks ridiculously good in sunglasses.

anogete: (finger)
( Sep. 12th, 2008 07:24 pm)
A third of the way through I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith. I have this sinking feeling that Cassandra is going to fall in love with Neil, not Stephen. And this will ruin my month. Why do I always fall for the other guy?

My new knitting project will be the death of me. I've worked on it for hours, and I only have about five inches of the shirt done. I'm knitting the torso in the round, which makes for slower progression up the body, but it is just taking so long. Gorgeous so far, though.

I found my two best friends from high school on Facebook. By the time I graduated, I deeply disliked both of them. Time heals all wounds, right? I don't dislike either of them right now, but talking to one of them, in particular, has reminded me why I cut off our friendship and how most people never really change.
friends and my big mouth )

I'm rambling, and this post is all jumbled up. I just wanted to get this out and see if anyone had any suggestions on what I can do to help her. I'll shut up now.

Oh, and in continuation of this post on my drunken boss... His wife called and said he had agreed to check into the Betty Ford Clinic. They don't know when he'll be going, though. This makes me think he's just agreed to go to appease his wife, but when the time comes, he'll back out and say he doesn't feel like it. If they don't fly him out and get him checked in by the end of the week, he'll never go. I suspect he'll die in his sleep of a heart attack one day before he actually checks into rehab.
anogete: (punk)
( Jun. 19th, 2005 04:39 pm)
Sometimes I wonder how I could have been friends with someone looking back at it. It isn't that the person wronged me or upset me in some grand way. Just that we have so little in common. And how did we find things to talk about all those times we were together for hours and hours? I like to think that I've changed very little, but maybe in these past three years I've changed a great deal. Maybe picking up and moving across the country twisted my personality into something else. Not necessarily something bad, but something different. Maybe the other person has changed...stagnated in the cesspool she's living in. That sounds angry, but it isn't.
anogete: (secretary)
( Apr. 25th, 2005 08:57 pm)
I’m disappointed with a friend of mine. I’m no saint and I know I have never been all that great at being a friend. Wait, I take that back. I’m a great friend, but I have difficulty keeping in contact with people and seeing them on a regular basis. So, yeah... I’m a mediocre friend. I can listen like no one else, but I tend to blow people off sometimes.

Anyway, I feel as if I’m being used for something other than my companionship. Every time I turn around I’m being asked for something that I’m really not willing or able to give. This could be one of the reasons why I shy away from a great deal of human interaction. People (in general and particular) disappoint me. Perhaps my standards are too high. But in this case, I assure you, they are not. I’m being used and I don’t like that. The reason I’m not fuming mad is because I feel guilty for not keeping in contact for months. I feel like I should give in and fork up what is asked for as penance for being a crappy person in the past.


Better thoughts...better thoughts...better thoughts...

Maxwell's "Everwanting: To Want You To Want". It makes me weak in the knees. Especially the first line.

Lay all night here on top if you want to
I’m giving all I’ve got every drop
Don’t you want to
Minus my negative
Change what I thought I would never
Spoke a kiss, verbal bliss
And I was made a much mo’ better
‘Cause where you touched was such a no-no
A blushe filled plushe
I loved it oh so
I love it oh so much
It’s suiter than candy
Could all this lust be a symptom of you
Burn the cold take the snow
Make July out of December
Light the night in after life
And make this soul a much mo’ better
‘Cause where you touched how could know
A blushe filled plushe
I loved it oh so much
Could all this lust be a symptom of you
I think I'm a difficult person to be friends with. And the thing is, I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just a bad friend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a backstabber or a petty person, nor am I unsympathetic. I'd do nearly anything for a friend, but I'm very much a loner. Now I'm at a point when I don't have a great deal of friends and I absolutely hate trying to become someone's friend. It's like forcing a relationship or something, and I find it to be a hideous feeling.

Three years ago I moved across the country, away from ALL of my friends and family. Since the move I haven't made an effort to become friends with anyone. I have Jason, but he's different. I'm friendly with people at work, but we don't see each other outside the office. I've talked to a few others, but never enough to get to know them well. And for the most part, that's good. Really good actually. Because I can do what I want, when I want and not worry about obligations to friends. (Ahh, that sounded...selfish.) But other times I wish I did have that outlet...someone to talk to. Jason's great and we get along amazingly well. But I feel like I cling to him for companionship just a bit too much because he's all I have out here. I dunno. Maybe I should socialize more. It's just such a pain in my ass. I'm too picky when it comes to people. I expect too much, I think.

Wow, that was blah. Makes me sound unhappy. I'm not unhappy. Really.

I have a huge pile of CDs on my desk. I plan on going through them tonight and plucking out good songs for my "Morning Mix". What's that, you ask? Why, that is my mix (oh how I want to say tape) CD of songs that make me feel that all is right in the world, life is wonderful, and pumps some energy into me to face the day. I've been in a crappy mood when it comes to work lately. I thought that this might make me feel better. Start the day with my favorite songs and let the feeling slide into the remainder of the hours.

So, suggestions? Anyone? Great songs that make you feel ALIVE. The CDs I've pulled so far...Hot Rod Circuit, Everclear, The White Stripes, Save Ferris, Soul Coughing, Tenacious D, Alkaline Trio, Saves the Day, Call Me Lightening, Low Millions, The Get Up Kids, Louis XIV, Death From Above 1979, Ted Leo, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Hot Hot Heat, Sublime, Dogs Die in Hot Cars, and tons of Elvis Costello. That list doesn't accurately represent my musical tastes by any means (because I do dig sad songs very much), but they each have songs that will make my morning better.


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