And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives

So I went to the doctor's this morning to get a check up, tell Dr. Heinz (yes, like the ketchup) about my recent consant nausea and get something besides OTC crap for my allergies. They're not active now, but they will be soon. My Sinus Senses are tingling.

So my appointment is at 9:30. Dad wakes me up at 7 so I won't be late. Now's a good time to let everyone know that the office is THREE MINUTES AWAY. Four if I get stuck in red lights. It's right across from my work.

I go back to sleep. I think Ted Raimi's around in my dream. Maybe Bruce Campbell, too, but then dad wakes me up again and it's bye bye Bruce and Teddy. Arg. NO ONE takes my Bruce and Teddy away.

7:30. Back to sleep. Dad wakes me again and it's been 8 minutes since the last freakin' time. Finally he go and does junk on his computer so I'm sleeping really deep for th next hour. No Ted and/or Bruce to my recollection either. Grr.

8:30. Beep beep bepp beepbeep beepbeep. I relally like my new alarm. The beeps are loud and annoying. Plus I can just look up and see a faint fuzzy red projection of the time. I feel like I'm in seaQuest. Except for the light streaming through the window, making the projection unreadable past 10am. And the fact that I'm not on a submarine. And there's not Tim ONeill to keep me company and help me fold my underwear.

Ahem.

8:48, last snooze break and I finally get up. I let little doggie Sam keep-a sleepin' since she's used to it (I usually get up around 10-ish). I'll be home by eleven at least, sure...

10:45, I'm flipping through AARP (Association of American Retired People, or something like that. w00t, to MJF for being on the cover. I wish the copy I was reading hadn't been four monthes old.) reading an articule on Shriley McClaine when a middle-aged white dude dressed like he's camping in the Alps suddenly says "God is great, isn't he?"

I pause. Well, that's the weirdest conversation starter if I ever heard one. There are alot of different ways you could answer that, sure, but agreeing would be in your best interest with this guy, if you don't want a sermon and if you just wanted to read your torn to shreads magizine in peace.

Or so you would think.

Luckily, the guy wasn't talking to me. I mean, I'm not knocking the guy's faith , but... well, you'll see:

Man: "God is great, isn't he?"
Nice polite lady who attempted conversation with me an hour ago: "All the time."
Man: "Made the earth, tree, you and I, this building. He blesses us in so many ways."
Woman: "Oh yes."
Man: "I am thankful for him everyday. I lost 65 pounds in 6 weeks and I'm here for my physcial and then it's back to work. Gotta drive a couple hours back, but they paid for me to come here. I've got an apartment down the street here, and a house round the corner my parents left to me when they died. Well my mother's passed on, but my daddy's still with us. Lives out in Wilmington now. So, they paid for my trip to come here and get checked out."

I dont' know who 'they' are, and he didn't mention.

Man: (cont.) "Had a nice Christmas. Went out to the country. Had a nice nice Christmas with all the critters."

Now, something like that might be cute from, say, John Denver. This guy and his 'We didn't ask, why are you still talking?!' monolouge is weirding me out.

Man: (cont.) "They got me a cell phone, which I only have to pay 20 dollars a month on to keep up. Get to call anywhere in the world. Battry life of about three days with an 8 hour charge." (breathes and the woman gets a word in)
Woman: (obviously realizing what she's gotten herself into) "That's very nice."
Man: "They got me this jacket. I've got gloves and a hat. Some nice nice winter clothes..."

And he just goes ON AND ON about stuff he has to do later today and how maybe God's not ready for him to quit smoking just yet and how he can "look at the menu" meaning younger women, "but can't order from it."

Man: "I've got all sorts of young girls chasin' after me, but I don't need that. They're for boys their own age!"

Then I moved and pretended to find something else to read. Managed to get a two year old copy of People and an epmty chair beside the rack. Also got a better look at the guy who SO did not have younger women chasing after him. I couldn't tell, really, but I'm sure the man was missing one tooth.

And if he couldn't be more annoying he was one of those guys that laughed at something that was marginally humorous on TV very loudly and then repeats the punchline. You know the guys.

Anyway, I get home about 12:30 and finish watching the commentary on "Evil Dead 2". While the commentary is funny, it doesn't have the same quotableness quaility of the first movie's commentarty tracks, probably because it's about five people instead of just Bruce and just Sam and Rob.

Evil Dead commentary with Sam Raimi and Robert Tapert. Bruce is on a seperate one done before theirs, but they haven't heard it.

Rob: "I'm sure Bruce had a story coming up here about, um, this sequence, but um..."
Sam: "Why do you think they put him on his own track?"
Rob: "...So he could complain about how he got torn up and his face got damaged by little Ted Raimi. Those hands coming up are Ted's and grabbing Bruce's face he tore a big piece of flesh out of his face which we kinda had to mask over for the rest of the shoot. In fact, you can see the blood running down his face in that one shot where he got cut."


Bruce Campbell:

"Now Ash is hallucinating, hearing sounds overhead. And those sounds you hear now are our very own Sam Raimi in a sound stuido walking around with high heels taped to his feet. His feet were too big to fit in them. Such delicate little noises, aren't they?"

Bruce's is more paraphrased, since I was too lazy to pause the DVD and type it on the comp.


Also finished watching the episode "Lostland" from seaQuest's season 2. One of my favorite episodes and that was before I knew Ted had co-written it. Ted is awesome. A perfect way to write and expand your own character and he doesn't! He (and the other dude, forgot his name) make Bridger and Miguel go crazy, Ford hallucinate, Tony get bitch-slapped and have the guy from "The Air Up There" help seaQuest confirm the exsistence of Atlantis! (And "Air up there" and SeaQuest are his only two acting credits.)


(antgonistic German) Dr. Ernst: "You don't know that this hieroglyph says rain. For all you know it could say strudel."
O'Neil: "You think this says 'Five days of strudel'?"



Current mood: sleepy