Sprizee :: A simple girl replete with complications

Sugar coated memories

I was just pondering the fact that Tim Burton will soon be coming out with a new version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again. I know it goes without saying but I feel compelled to say it anyways... Big Fish? You stunk. Go to hell. [holds nose in disgust] Pee-yew.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, Mr. Wonka and his crazy antics which reminds me of two random and semi-related things:

Item 1:

I was recently at a party or out to dinner or something (I can't recall when or where currently) talking to someone (or overhearing someone else talk) and the person (who's face I can't recall at this particular moment in time) was talking about how f'd up the Wonkavator scenes were in the original version.

He mentioned that if you hadn't seen the movie recently, you should consider renting it and slow playing the Wonkavator scene because there's all kinds of crazy stuff that shouldn't be in a movie aimed at kids like chickens being decapitated and nazis marching around. I haven't seen that movie recently but both of those things sound familiar, like my subconscious sponged up the oddness even though I wasn't really paying attention.

Item 2:

I can remember going to the video store on a Friday night with my parents and my friend Amy when I was in third grade and picking out Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. We also each picked out a candy bar which my parents promptly purchased and then held onto saying we could enjoy the candy when we got back to the house. Upon arriving back at the house however my parents decided to hide the candy, explaining that we could go hunting for our sugary goodness only once we got to the part in the movie in which the kids first step into the factory.

I don't recall what kind of candy I had picked out, or what Amy had picked out or who found their candy first. But what I do remember is the anticipation of the game and the fun we had running around acting like fools hunting for our candy... and thinking how much fun my parents could be.

To the person who called me

15 minutes ago and then promptly hung up:

Umm, you called my direct line? Do I know you? I think I do.

Fess up. I know it was you.

About last night

I swear there were other people in the bar of El Camino when I was there. Just no one at the bar.


Didn't get home until 1am just in time to catch Keane on Conan but by that point I was too tired to bother turning on the TV so I missed it. There may or may not have been drinking involved. And not that I have any first hand knowledge to this fact but I've heard the house margarita with salt is to die for, not that I would know of course.

I've got a crush

I think it's fair to say I'm coveting the new iMac G5 so fiercely, I alone may be responsible for the soon to be inevitable re-eruption of Mt. St. Helen’s.

@AIDS Walk 2004 on Sunday

Not that this directly relates to the cause but... word.

EndFest

Only $10.77 for a ticket. Hell, Franz alone is more than worth price of admission. Should be fun.

Taking my girlyness to new heights

This just in.

I IM’d the new guy at work and when he didn’t respond I walked over to his desk. I guess the only reason he didn’t respond was because he was away from his desk. So what you say? Don't you even want to know why I IM'd him? C'mon, play along. Because there was a huge insect in my office. I made him follow me back to my desk and evict the giant bug from hell that was crawling up my window blind cord. No joke.

I’m such a girl.

U2's Vertigo

Just heard U2's Vertigo (thanks Internet!) and I love it, love it, love it!

You can listen to it here (or here or here or here).

Have I told you lately how much I love you Internet?

Well I do. I totally do.

Things I pondered on the way into work this morning:

• What the hell could the following license plate holder possibly mean?
  Top: [picture a row of hearts]
  Bottom: Strawberries 4Ever
  I almost got out my camera because I was so baffled by the thing but then I realized… not worth it.
  Okay, moving on.
• The Fed Government is STILL suing big, bad, evil tobacco for the deaths of people that knew full well that smoking cigarettes was not good for them and had full knowledge that it might possibly kill them. Now I realize that in the past big, bad, evil tobacco did some pretty shady things to keep people coming back for me but at what point do we say enough is enough and people begin taking personal responsibility for their actions? You’re only young once but you can be immature forever. Time to grow up ‘murka.
• When the traffic reporter on NPR reported the traffic on 520 was a good backup, did she realize what she just said was an oxymoron? Trust me. No such thing as a good backup, of course, unless you’re a tow truck driver.
• Cowboy Junkies were featured on NPR this morning and it made me realize why I love their songs so much. The lyrics are so sad they make you want to turn off the radio but the song/melody is so sweet, that you can’t. What can I say? I’m a sucker for the bittersweet.
• Am I getting sick again? Why does my head hurt? Is my throat sore? I think my throat is sore. I’m definitely getting sick again. [sigh]
• I should call my Mom/Aunt/Dad/all-the-friends-I’ve-been-meaning-to-catch-up-with-that-I-haven’t today/tonight
• Traffic sucks. I wonder if I’m going to be late for the meeting that starts at 8:30AM. Yep, I’m so going to be late. No question about it. [45 minutes later at 8:20AM] I knew I’d have plenty of time to get here. Where’s everyone else? Stuck in traffic? They need to learn to leave a little earlier.
• I still haven’t made a doctor’s appointment. Guess now that’ll have to wait until I get back from Europe.
• Crap! I’m leaving for Europe in less than 3 weeks and I feel so unprepared. Kick in panic mode.

Oooooo, I'm telling

Things that are can be definitively categorized as NOT WORKING that make me feel like I’m working even though clearly I AM NOT:

• Downloading photos from my camera
• Sending photos to friends
• Emailing my friends and/or reading their emails
• Uploading photos to ofoto.com
• Making a doctor’s/dental/hair appointment
• Playing poker with coworkers in the middle of the day after lunch (during counts but, let’s face it... it’s never during)
• Instant messenging friends/family/random people
• Posting rants about nothing and everything on my website
• Mocking up designs for my personal website that in all honesty will probably never, ever be launched
• Creating PowerPoint Templates (Oh wait, I do get paid for that. No wonder I'm getting nowhere fast. You have no idea how frustrating designing a PPT can be!)

Anyway, the point is The Man would not be pleased if he knew how much time I spent at my desk on a daily basis not working.

Shhh, I won’t tell him if you don’t.