October 27, 2004

Amesbury [hearts] Red Sox, apparently.

If someone asked you how I felt about movie theaters, what would you say? If you knew me, your response would include some colorful examples of my extreme distaste for them. So perhaps that was the reason why, after going out to the movies by myself to see I [heart] Huckabees last night, I found myself all alone in the theater. Not a single other person in the tri-town area wanted to see that movie with me, at 9:10 on tuesday night, during the 3rd game of the World Series. No one.

So, as I sat there I learned a new lesson of movie-going: as embarrassing as it is to laugh out-loud in a room full of people who aren't laughing, it's far worse to laugh out-loud in a room with no other people, knowing that the projectionist probably thinks you're an idiot.

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October 25, 2004

What is this thing for again?

Oh yeah, a weblog for logging on the web. I wish I had more to log.

I had an interview last week. I'm supposed to hear from them in the next few days and see what comes of that. If it doesn't work, I'm off to the temp agencies, if for no other reason than I have to get out of this house.

I went for a (too) long walk in the woods today so I could get great shots of fall foliage for the poor, deprived west coasters. I got a few before my battery died, but I also managed to get good and spooked after 45 minutes of wandering. I had totally lost my sense of direction and had run out of trail markers and was getting pretty edgy. Then the woods got darker. It changed from deciduous to evergreen trees so all of a sudden I could no longer hear my footsteps and the rustling of the chipmunks and red squirrels. Then I spotted a monument several yards ahead of me, right off the trail. As I got closer it looked more and more like a grave stone. Out in the middle of the woods. And it was. Just a few feet off the trail, with nothing else around it. I was scared shitless. And I only looked behind me once.

Had I been less terrified I might have gotten a picture of all this so you could see exactly how bizarre it was, but it was all I could do not to pass out. Sorry.

I don't care how much you love the woods, do not put your grave stone out there. Get cremated, scatter ashes, I don't care. But please don't subject poor, nervous girls who happen to be walking in the woods alone to such terror. Let this be a public service announcement to you all.

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October 15, 2004

The promised photos

The plan was this: sit down with the photos and design some clever and entertaining story chock full of links to them. But instead I'm going to link to the gallery that Alex made for me (with captions, no less!) and you'll have to deal with the disappointment.

I'm off to Martha's Vineyard for the weekend. Maybe I'll even take more photos...

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