Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Still. Editing.

Maybe someday I will be finished.

But that time appears to be in the distant future, when dinosaurs have been genetically recreated by a bored billionaire bent on theme park domination and have been given free reign to roam the land, eating people.

What? Jurassic Park? I have no idea what that is, Internet.

Footnote: Dear Thunder Bay,

Please be a dear and stop switching your goddamn street names. Golf Links to Junot to Some Other Street Whose Name I Can't Even Recall? YOU HAD ME DRIVING AROUND FOR TWO HOURS TONIGHT.

TWO HOURS.

AND I HAVE LIVED HERE FOR 19 FUCKING YEARS, and yet, COULD I FIND BIRCHGROVE STREET? NO.

THAT IS TWO HOURS TAKEN AWAY FROM EDITING. Really, Thunder Bay, I have stuff to do that doesn't involve careening down side streets on a semi-flat tire cursing at pedestrians who don't know the real meaning of "right of way" ... aka, WHO HAS THE GIANT VEHICLE PERFECT FOR MAIMING?

Love,
Sarah

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posted by sarah, the pirate at 10:07 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous will said...

maiming is the best.

May 18, 2006 6:33 AM  

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ImageHi. My name is Sarah
and I live by the sea. I like pirates and vikings and my audio cassette tape player. I am 25 years old and pretty much covered in sand all the time. Also, I like cookies. My profile.

ImageHey Sarah, what are ye listening to?
Lots and lots o' stuff, like St. Germain's "So Flute" and "Ghosts" by Ladytron. I can't believe Robyn is out with new stuff and it doesn't make me want to show her love by jabbing rusted forks into my eyes. It's actually really catchy and kind of endearing. I have been looking up the songs from So You Think You Can Dance all year, too, because it's all awesome and at heart, I'm still a spandexed little dancer ready to punch Annie in the face and show Daddy Warbucks a thing or two about tap musicals.

ImageI'M READING:
Walking Dead:

    Frigging awesome. One of the best books about the Zombocalypse I've ever read (one of the only good books about the Zombpocalypse I've ever read). I think there's something about zombies that is so hard to construe via text ... I mean, honestly, you can only use the word "purtrid" so much, and the visual, awesome aid of comics really helps.

ImageI'M SEEING:
Quarantine, a movie that's kind of the equivalent to being on the Disney spinning teacup ride, except, also, there are RABID ZOMBIES ON BOARD. Honestly, I missed quite a bit of this movie because I spent a good portion of it with my head nestled into my boyfriend's armpit attempting not to vomit. The camera movement is, at times, insanely choppy and all over the place, and those of you prone to motion sickness, you might want to skip this one. I'd give it about 2 1/2 stars out of 5, because it's decent -- I'd even watch it again if I could keep the room from spinning.

ImageBOOK CLUB!:
The Kite Runner. I love this book. It wasn't necessarily a book I'd choose to read (these days I appear to be more interested in books geared towards teenage girls.), but I'm so glad I did. Beautiful writing. Next choice... I'm going to volunteer the Bell Jar because IT'S THE BEST BOOK EVER.