Words, Words, Words

Saturday, December 02, 2000

I agree with Margaret Cho's social theory that says that with female friends "there's the smart one, the pretty one and then there's the ho." Let's see how this applies to Charlie's Angels then and now:

Lisa Liu = Alex = Sabrina = Kate Jackson = The Smart One
Cameron Diaz = Natalie = Jill = Jaclyn Smith = The Pretty One
Drew Barrymore = Dylan = Kelly = Farrahy Fawcet = The Ho

posted by Alison A. 12/2/2000 10:46:16 PM| splink!

Yesterday I saw the movie Charlie's Angels. It was surprisingly good, probably because it was a movie aware of its own cheesyness. Lots of overdone action sequences, lots of hair, lots of Cameron Diaz shaking her ass. It made me want to go out and buy a pair of leather pants.
posted by Alison A. 12/2/2000 01:00:06 PM| splink!


Thursday, November 30, 2000

Right now I am quite angry; so angry that I slammed the door to my room when I came back to the dorm. The problem is that I have trouble expressing my feelings. Thus if the person the ill feelings are directed towards is oblivious then whatever feelings I have simply get bottled up. So each time they piss me off all the original feelings come back at full force. Even now I'm going over little scenes in my head; I picture myself saying things I don't mean, crying for no reason, or just totally going nuts. {I have a Sudden urge to shoot clay pigeons, which is a feeting I haven't had since the original nintendo game}
posted by Alison A. 11/30/2000 09:11:47 PM| splink!

One time I saw Rod Stewart in a McDonalds in Spain. I don't know why he was there, but there were a lot of teenagers hanging on his every word. That and the wild hair made me conclude that it was indeed Mr. Stewart himself. I didn't even know he liked McDonalds.
posted by Alison A. 11/30/2000 09:00:55 PM| splink!

Lately, I've been wearing my glasses because the air has been too dry for my contacts. The problem is that my glasses were made while I was in another state, so they don't exactly work like they should. It's like wearing two funhouse mirrors strapped to your face; everything is all distorted and curvy. Sometimes objects seem like they are farther off than they really are and so I run into doors and walls. The scariest thing to do is to try crossing H Street. There are these big dumpsters blocking your view so that you can't see oncoming traffic even if you have 20/20 vision. So, when I'm wearing my glasses my field of vision is narrowed and I risk getting run over even if I do look both ways. Thus, I stand there until someone else wants to cross the street (granted, if I can see them). So this is what's going through my brain:
Should I cross now? I can see the other person crossing, so it's probably safe. Wait, are they wearing glasses, too? Oh no! They left my field of vision! Now I'm half blind standing in the middle of the street. Is there a car coming? I can't see around the dumpsters. (and at this point the notion of certain death crosses my mind)
posted by Alison A. 11/30/2000 09:01:41 AM| splink!


Monday, November 27, 2000

I guess I'm not the only one whose had strange requests for robots.txt. Thanks to Glenn for the link.
posted by Alison A. 11/27/2000 08:06:36 AM| splink!


Sunday, November 26, 2000

To whoever keeps looking for robots.txt in prime-number:
There has never been anything of that name in this domain. Although I'm sure that I could use a robots.txt, currently it doesn't exist. Please stop looking for it for now.
posted by Alison A. 11/26/2000 09:37:22 PM| splink!

On Thursday night I went to the Delta Jet base where my Dad works again. This time we went with two of my uncles who had never seen the inside of the main hangar. We looked at all sorts of machines, mainly engines. There were lots of engine blades sitting out by themselves like rows of teeth in a shark's mouth. While my uncles pretended to fly one of the incomplete jets (these are grown men, both married), I sat with my feet hanging out of one of the side doors. Usually they don't let you do that when they're actually trying to get passengers on the plane, so I enjoyed the feeling of actually relaxing casually while hanging halfway out of an MD-88. The best part was that I got a brand new shiny piece of aluminum, with grease pencil marks and everything.
posted by Alison A. 11/26/2000 09:33:44 PM| splink!

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