Vague notes from tonight
Nov. 16th, 2008 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperIt's probably bad that I sort of have this thing where I subconsciously assume that all alcoholic beverages are about the strength of Mike's Hard. Which is what, 5%? which you know, isn't that much... the problem is I like mixed drinks and/or neat vodka and have a pretty low tolerance so, much like tonight, I'll throw about 8oz of coffee liquor into my soy milk and wonder half an hour later why the carpet is now on the wall instead of on the floor like it should be.
Coffee liquor is actually quite good with vanilla soy milk. About the only thing I've found besides adding a teaspoon of sugar or some sort of syrup to it that makes it at all palatable really.
Somehow while being fail at alcohol (still a bit buzzed, honestly) we ran across The Wizard of Oz on TBS and decided it had been long enough since any of us (us being me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sydneycat and anangelssilence) had seen it, so we kept watching it until the end. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that that movie is just about 70 years old, and find it just a wee bit WTF that every single person in that movie is now dead.
Things that make The Wizard of Oz fun:
Making fun of the Lion's old hollywood Brooklyn accent. The hell.
Pointing out the matte paintings hanging all over the sets.
Pointing out the wire controlling the Lion's tail every time it's visible. (it is, if you look hard enough. Yay HD.)
Cackling and screeching along with Margaret Hamilton. "Puppies.... Puppies... puppies will put them to sleeeeeeep...." (Yes, I know it's actually "Poppies.")
cranking the color setting on your TV from 35% saturation to 95%. Munchkinland will make your eyes bleed, and the Wicked Witch will look like someone kicked her into radioactive astroturf. Seriously, if your eyes aren't weeping Technicolor, you're not experiencing the movie correctly.
Imagining how much more drunk you'd be if you were playing a Wizard of Oz drinking game where you have to drink every time one of the four main characters skip. Bloody sloshed by the middle I bet.
The early bits of my day were fairly low key - the sum total of my accomplishments being 30 min of letting the elliptical laugh in the face of my post surgery wuss-tasticness and roundly kick my ass afterward, and watching Casino Royale with all of the girls plus Raf. I don't think I'm going to end up a super rabid James Bond fan - I don't really have that much interest in going back and seeing any of the earlier ones - but I think I'll stick with it as long as Daniel Craig is playing Bond. I also managed to start the paper journal I bought a week ago, after procrastinating for a week. *sigh* I don't know what took me so long or why it was so hard, but it was lovely to set pen to paper and let my brain unleash itself in a way that I haven't really been able to do in years. Part of something I've been exploring lately is that with subsuming myself in other people this past little while and journalling for an audience on LJ I've kinda lost my voice, and I'm trying to find it again. The process is gonna be kinda scary though... I haven't really stopped to hear myself in a while, and I admit I'm afraid of what I'll learn about myself doing this. A lot has changed since the last time I picked up a paper journal, and there are now some demons up in my head that I don't let out... We'll see if this benefits me any. I think, ultimately it will - I just have to learn to deal with myself again. Warts and all.
I should sleep. I have a day of work ahead of me tomorrow.
Coffee liquor is actually quite good with vanilla soy milk. About the only thing I've found besides adding a teaspoon of sugar or some sort of syrup to it that makes it at all palatable really.
Somehow while being fail at alcohol (still a bit buzzed, honestly) we ran across The Wizard of Oz on TBS and decided it had been long enough since any of us (us being me,
sydneycat and anangelssilence) had seen it, so we kept watching it until the end. I can't wrap my mind around the fact that that movie is just about 70 years old, and find it just a wee bit WTF that every single person in that movie is now dead. Things that make The Wizard of Oz fun:
Making fun of the Lion's old hollywood Brooklyn accent. The hell.
Pointing out the matte paintings hanging all over the sets.
Pointing out the wire controlling the Lion's tail every time it's visible. (it is, if you look hard enough. Yay HD.)
Cackling and screeching along with Margaret Hamilton. "Puppies.... Puppies... puppies will put them to sleeeeeeep...." (Yes, I know it's actually "Poppies.")
cranking the color setting on your TV from 35% saturation to 95%. Munchkinland will make your eyes bleed, and the Wicked Witch will look like someone kicked her into radioactive astroturf. Seriously, if your eyes aren't weeping Technicolor, you're not experiencing the movie correctly.
Imagining how much more drunk you'd be if you were playing a Wizard of Oz drinking game where you have to drink every time one of the four main characters skip. Bloody sloshed by the middle I bet.
The early bits of my day were fairly low key - the sum total of my accomplishments being 30 min of letting the elliptical laugh in the face of my post surgery wuss-tasticness and roundly kick my ass afterward, and watching Casino Royale with all of the girls plus Raf. I don't think I'm going to end up a super rabid James Bond fan - I don't really have that much interest in going back and seeing any of the earlier ones - but I think I'll stick with it as long as Daniel Craig is playing Bond. I also managed to start the paper journal I bought a week ago, after procrastinating for a week. *sigh* I don't know what took me so long or why it was so hard, but it was lovely to set pen to paper and let my brain unleash itself in a way that I haven't really been able to do in years. Part of something I've been exploring lately is that with subsuming myself in other people this past little while and journalling for an audience on LJ I've kinda lost my voice, and I'm trying to find it again. The process is gonna be kinda scary though... I haven't really stopped to hear myself in a while, and I admit I'm afraid of what I'll learn about myself doing this. A lot has changed since the last time I picked up a paper journal, and there are now some demons up in my head that I don't let out... We'll see if this benefits me any. I think, ultimately it will - I just have to learn to deal with myself again. Warts and all.
I should sleep. I have a day of work ahead of me tomorrow.
