Thursday, May 08, 2003

Random Shit

Dawson's Creek: I am pretty sure they are going to kill Joey. The only other serious possibility is that they kill Jen. That however, is boring as shit, since it would just be this seperate thing. Pacey, Joey, and Dawson all get resolved in some fucked up way and, oh yeah, Jen dies. I guess it wouldnt surprise me too much if they do it, the show has gotten fucked up in a number of ways recently so I guess a stunt which was strictly concerning ratings, not relevant to the story at fucking all, could happen. But everything that has been set up over the last couple weeks makes Joey's death really interesting. I saw it coming for a while, but some things about this last episode sort of clinched it for me. Primarily the conversation between Pacey and Dawson about how the whole friendship was fucked up because they were both so concerned with falling in love with Joey while Joey just wanted the two of them to be friends. Joey sets them up to see each other. What exactly is going on here: Dawson and Pacey come back together through Joey's absence. It makes perfect sense for this to happen again in the final episode in a more profound fashion. I will actually be impressed if they do it, regardless of whether or not Joey ends up with either one of those dudes.

Sommelier Update: I found out where I can do it, the International Sommelier's Guild. Here is the link: www.internationalsommelier.com . If you click on courses at the top they will explain to you the process involved in becoming a Grand Sommelier. I think overall it would be about 2 years of one time a week classes. After the first about 9 months you are already a certified sommelier, so you can get a job and shit, but the Grand designation would rock very hard. The more I think about it the more I think this is what I would really like to do. It sucks that I am already in a graduate professional program by the time I find what I think is the one job in the world I would actually like to have and is acheivable. I mean, even if I didnt make alot of money, this would set me up to make a living working at any decent restaurant, resort, cruise line, etc. Hopefully, I will take a lesson from my father in this regard, and at some point have the guts to do what I want to. I mean, I sort of want to be a professor, but not like I want to be a sommelier. I want to be a professor MORE than I want to do anything else, but I think I would actually enjoy being a sommelier, like it wouldnt seem like everyday I was getting up because I have to go to work and just waiting until I can finally retire. The difference between teaching and working at Wal-Mart is big, but the difference between either of those and pairing food and wine for a living is fucking gigantic.

Porn Spam: I get alot of it, I think anyone with a hotmail account does. Today I got the weirdest one ever. It was for an "exterminator" and the subject line was "get rid of household pests" the email itself, however, was just a picture of this woman with giant breasts and a bunch of flashing links. Really weird.

West Wing: The scene which ended last night's episode may have been 10 of the best minutes of television ever made. It did so many fucking things. During it Amy and Donna talked about Josh. Charlie and Josh stood outside the club where Zoe was hanging out. Zoe's stupid fucking French boyfriend slipped her some E. Leo was talking to the NSA and Joint Chiefs regarding Kumar. There is this techno music in the background, sort of thumping and originating at the club. It gradually builds so that we realize something is very wrong. Then Zoe's vision starts to get all fucked up, we think the bad shit involves the E. We cut to Charlie and Josh talking with the head of Zoe's security detail. We start to think that maybe it involves Charlie and his relationship with Zoe. We cut back to Amy and Donna, they are sitting at Donna's desk, having a couple beers and Amy continues to obsess about how she told Josh that the list was a windfall. Then Leo and the Joint Chiefs are discussing how apparently the container that they thought was missing may have been simply a typo and they no longer understand what the fuck all the chatter was. Back to the club, Zoe is getting pissed at Frenchie. Outside, Charlie and Josh are talking. Sit room, same stuff. Now we get to the next climax. Donna explains to Amy that Josh thinks he was responsible for all these other deaths (his dad, his sister, and though he didnt die, he just got shot, the president) and that Amy needs to understand him to realize what was going on. Donna walks into Josh's office and is looking through some stuff when we hear and see Amy behind her say "Are you in love with Josh." Donna's expression answers the question. Again, the music signals that the climax has not yet come. Back to the club, Zoe gets up and goes to the bathroom. Cut outside Josh and Charlie are talking about shit. The head of Zoe's detail asks for a sit report out of a joke because he doesnt want to listen to Josh babble. Music rises larger. We can't find Zoe, the head takes off inside the club. Bathroom, outside, behind the club. We see the agent gaurding the back dead in the alley. The head security calls in "Bookbag (Zoe's code-word) has been taken. Officer down." This is indeed the climax, but it just fucking keeps going. The music crescendos but doesnt stop, its a rolling crescendo like a minute long. We cut to Leo still in the sit room. He finishes the meeting with the Joint Chiefs, opens the door, the head of the secret service is standing right there. He is nervous. His lines are brilliantly written and delivered. "Protocol says we tell the Chief of Staff first" he is shaking, almost crying. Leo doesn't understand yet. He tells him. Leo's face is incredible. He pauses, then starts to walk towards the office. The music is still fucking going and the dialogue is now over. Gradually Leo builds to a run, not a natural position for someone in his condition. He sprints through the west wing, the last shot we see is an overhead of the Oval Office, seal of the presidency centered in the shot, as Leo runs over it and through the room. Starting in two weeks, this is officially the best show currently on television. Buffy will always have my love and it hurts that it is going away, but at least I get to keep this.

Groceries: Today was the first time since my very very first grocery shopping excursus since I got here in August that ran over like 55 bucks. $77.18 I think that is okay for the amount of food I bought. I forgot a couple things, as I always do, this time it was saltine crackers, celery, and a can of Manwich. I figure I will pick those up on my next run. Damn, I didnt buy any chocolate chips either. Notably, those were not on my list, but I should have fucking thought of it. I have an oven and a mixer and a cookie sheet, I really should make cookies more often. I have food for what I would imagine is about 2 months. Though I suppose Katie and I will have to go get some other stuff, since much of it is not Katie food. I mean, I have a can of Goldfish soup but no Tuna Helper, no Chef Boyardee, no Velveeta. How could she survive!

Wasps: There is a wasps nest somewhere on the outside of my apartment building. I fucking hate wasps. I am not allergic to bee stings, at least not to my knowledge. I have only once been stung by a bee, and it was not a wasp. It hurt, but I mean, it didnt hurt as bad as I would think it would. I am sure that while a wasp sting would hurt, I would be able to handle it. The headache that I had on Tuesday afternoon probably hurt every bit as bad. I really just don't like wasps. They are scary, they should not exist. I have decided they are in second place on my list of species that we should exterminate. Spiders, obviously, retain first place. In third place are all non-edible fish. In fourth place are all fish that do not just look like normal fish but are edible. Lobsters and shrimp, while scary ass mother fuckers were one to actually encounter them in the ocean, are too fucking tasty to be eliminated. Maybe we could just have them eliminated in the wild. Oh, I like that idea better. First place, every spider in the world. Second place, every type of bee. Third place, every fish not being raised in captivity for either food or entertainment purposes. This wouldnt be too difficult, just round up a good amount of every fish that we want and put them in some big fisheries. We could start whole ecosystems if necessary. Hell we could even cordonne off some sections of the ocean where fish would be allowed if people wanted to encounter them. This one, however, I am not really concerned about. I dont like fish that are not on my plate, but me and fish are cool with each other. And this is why: fish have the water and that is cool with me. They can keep it, I am cool on land. Birds don't scare me, but if they did, I would just stay out of the air. The fucking problem with spiders and wasps and shit is that they are annoying and scary and occupy the same space I occuopy. If they had the common courtesy that fish extend then maybe I wouldn't want them all exterminated. I swear, if I was a scientist, the first thing I would look for after some smokeable substance that is not harmful for your lungs (I refuse to believe that we cannot make some herb or compound and flavor it like tobacco which would ultimately act to promote respiratory function, its got to be possible) is a chemical weapon which targets only spiders and bees. I know they kill mosquitos and pollinate plants, but fuck, I will become a professional plant pollinator if you want. We can DDT the skeeters and spread pollen with irrigation machines. The simplicity of these tasks is not worth a single scary spider or wasp nor a bite from either one of them.

Sorry, that was long and rambling. It was however, quite random and quite shitty, so at least I kept to my title.

Peace,

MB-K

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

two comments.

1. they are not going to kill joey.

2. you are an environmentalist, remember? so no destroying ecosystems because animals scare you.

love,
katie

Anonymous said...

Your "Random shit" epilogue reminds me of my son, who is working toward a DMA (DR of Musical Arts) in Clarinet performance, at univ of Miami, FL. He is almost there, has to present his dissertation lecture, in a few weeks, but going out of his mind from stress, applying for jobs, and performing with his quartet and also playing with the Florida Pops and Grand opera. He has his doubts about getting the "JOB" at a University!! (Musicians are so insecure, and everything is about perfection.) He also has the same backup plan of being a sommelier, or something in the food business. He has been at the musical craft for 10 years now,plus all those years in high school;now sick of higher education, although he is an incredible and inspirational teacher