Scattered Brainwaves
Sep. 19th, 2001 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpKristofer: I ate movie food for dinner. Popcorn. I know, I know. Hee.
I went to internship, and that was cool. You know, I really like being there. I like the people. They're nice. I like my job. Then I went to the class that I'm going to drop. It's a shame that THAT is my expendable class - there isn't much work, the professor seems nice, and two people I /really/ like are in it (Tiffer and Stace). Aah well. I don't think I can do 13 credits and two jobs, though. Bleh.
Tonight when I was walking back to my car, I was singing "Dreams" by The Cranberries. When I turned on the ignition, that very song was on the radio. I burst into laughter in my car. Loud laughter that wouldn't stop. The song reminds me of someone, and I was singing it to remember. And life was reminding me, too. Nice.
I realized, when I was in NY (especially when I was with several old friends doing what Mark called 'working the room' - which I wasn't, sheesh!), that after that first Saturday night when I was feeling a little bummy about A., I really didn't think of him much. On that Tuesday when he was all worried about me and Jodie, I really didn't want his concern. He wasn't the furthest person from my mind or anything (I was actually very appreciative that he called my mom and dad and stuff), but he wasn't even close to being one of the people I wanted near me during a time of tragedy. And after that, he was hardly a thought. Is that cruel? I don't know. I think it's just moving forward. And it's done wonders for my mood, and my energy, and my everything.
My days here have been much more pleasant and giddy. I was in NY for 9 days, and I think somewhere in there I uncovered the girl I was before. Phew! I thought I'd lost her.
And this story's for you, Princess: Tonight in my class, the prof asked for introductions that said what we would want to be or do if we could be or do anything. I said I wanted to be a superhero. She asked which one. I said, "Oh, I don't know. Superman." She replied, "Super/man/?" in that stunned 'I never think outside the box' way. It was beautiful. I smiled and said, "Yes" in such a way that she absolutely had to go along with it. She returned the smile and said, "I bet you wish you could have flown up and snatched those airplanes, then."
Dr. Randi Love, you have NO idea.
I went to internship, and that was cool. You know, I really like being there. I like the people. They're nice. I like my job. Then I went to the class that I'm going to drop. It's a shame that THAT is my expendable class - there isn't much work, the professor seems nice, and two people I /really/ like are in it (Tiffer and Stace). Aah well. I don't think I can do 13 credits and two jobs, though. Bleh.
Tonight when I was walking back to my car, I was singing "Dreams" by The Cranberries. When I turned on the ignition, that very song was on the radio. I burst into laughter in my car. Loud laughter that wouldn't stop. The song reminds me of someone, and I was singing it to remember. And life was reminding me, too. Nice.
They'll come true, impossible not to do
Impossible not to do
I realized, when I was in NY (especially when I was with several old friends doing what Mark called 'working the room' - which I wasn't, sheesh!), that after that first Saturday night when I was feeling a little bummy about A., I really didn't think of him much. On that Tuesday when he was all worried about me and Jodie, I really didn't want his concern. He wasn't the furthest person from my mind or anything (I was actually very appreciative that he called my mom and dad and stuff), but he wasn't even close to being one of the people I wanted near me during a time of tragedy. And after that, he was hardly a thought. Is that cruel? I don't know. I think it's just moving forward. And it's done wonders for my mood, and my energy, and my everything.
My days here have been much more pleasant and giddy. I was in NY for 9 days, and I think somewhere in there I uncovered the girl I was before. Phew! I thought I'd lost her.
And this story's for you, Princess: Tonight in my class, the prof asked for introductions that said what we would want to be or do if we could be or do anything. I said I wanted to be a superhero. She asked which one. I said, "Oh, I don't know. Superman." She replied, "Super/man/?" in that stunned 'I never think outside the box' way. It was beautiful. I smiled and said, "Yes" in such a way that she absolutely had to go along with it. She returned the smile and said, "I bet you wish you could have flown up and snatched those airplanes, then."
Dr. Randi Love, you have NO idea.
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Date: 2001-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-19 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2001-09-19 08:35 pm (UTC)And since we are all on a superhero tangent, I wanna either be Jenny Sparks, Jakita Wagner (yes, two women) or Jack Hawksmoor.
And I shall now stop with the geeky comic references.
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Date: 2001-09-19 08:50 pm (UTC)Showing off
Date: 2001-09-20 12:08 am (UTC)Jakita Wagner is a six-seven foot all dark-skinned Amazon type with super-strength and incredible toughness. She's part of a team known as Planetary, who are weirdness archeologists - who dig into the secret history of the Earth and uncover all the weird shit that's been going on, and combatting the evil of the Four that have been influence world history. (She appears in the comic book, "Planetary").
Jack Hawksmoor was abducted as a child by aliens and subjected to a series of horrific operations and experiments which replaced most of his body with alien biomechanics. It turned him into a creature completely enhanced to living in cities - he can live on pollution, "talk" to cities by getting psychic impressions from buildings, merge into them and travel between cities that way. He was part of a UN troubleshooting team called Stormwatch when he met Jenny Sparks. Eventually, he joined her when she formed the Authority. Currently, he's dead, but indications are he's going to get better. (again from the book, "The Authority").
All three characters above were created by Warren Ellis, who is one sick puppy and as a result all three of them have severely bad attitudes and take no guff from anybody.
There. Geek showing off over.
Re: Showing off
Date: 2001-09-20 06:06 pm (UTC)Mightily.
Psychology All In Color For A Dime
Date: 2001-09-19 07:43 pm (UTC)In the 90s, I realized that guy I was most relating to suddenly was Superman. Not the Superman in the comics today (which is a whole other rant), but the Superman I grew up with. With the super-powered cousin in a skater's costume, and the pet dog and the bottled city and the Fortress of Solitude. Okay, so he still had the dead parents, but he had a great set of foster ones, and gazillions of friends. He saves people, he provides a good example, he's bright and shiny, and he's the absolute best anybody can be. And - the best thing about Superman is that he always does the right thing. Always.
No scaring the beejezuz out of people, no threatening to break their kneecaps if they don't do what he wants, no pissing off his butler and endangering the life of this kid he keeps around just to draw bad guy fire (come on - he's all dressed in black and grey and the kid is in a yellow cape with a red shirt? What's with that?).
Because Superman says, "There is a right thing and a wrong thing in the universe, and the distinction is not difficult to make." Rock on.
I think it's a pretty healthy choice.
Re: Psychology All In Color For A Dime
Date: 2001-09-19 08:15 pm (UTC)Re: Psychology All In Color For A Dime
Date: 2001-09-20 06:07 pm (UTC)Because Superman says, "There is a right thing and a wrong thing in the universe, and the distinction is not difficult to make." Rock on.
tends to be very dead-on how I feel, although I would have said it much less eloquently.
Re: Psychology All In Color For A Dime
Date: 2001-09-20 08:02 pm (UTC)For an amazing, lump in your throat story, go read this. You'll believe a dog can fly.
Re: Psychology All In Color For A Dime
Date: 2001-09-20 08:33 pm (UTC)Thanks, T!
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Date: 2001-09-19 08:39 pm (UTC)God, that Lynda Carter and her boobies defying gravity....rowr.
Lynda Carter
Date: 2001-09-19 08:51 pm (UTC)I did, however, love Velma from Scooby Doo. Mmm. Nerdy girls.
Wonder Dingbat
Date: 2001-09-20 05:26 am (UTC)I adored Velma until I met my mother in law, who looks exactly like her, but sounds like and has the intellect of Edith Bunker. Actually, Edith is a Nobel Laureate compared to J.'s mama.
Jinkies!
Re: Wonder Dingbat
Date: 2001-09-20 06:05 pm (UTC)Fortunately, I have not been scarred in my Velma love. Jinkies indeed.