Sunday, August 15, 2004

"These little town blues are melting away." -'yew nork, yew nork' frank sinatra, a quality male vocalist
SO RUSHED!

Yesterday: memorial mass, family bonding movie (not like we haven't seen Master and Commander before ...)

Today: church, bonding over more M&C then X2 (quality movie!), covering mum's shift so she could go to a wake

Tomorrow: funeral, work

Tuesday: Absolutely blessedly nothing ... unless of course, a relative turns up for the funeral and doesn't leave ... plus packing

Wednesday: Driving to Upstate NY. We really don't want to go. We will bond with our headphones on the trip. And get sick from all the restaurant fare.

Ugh, while the wake went on, we got to babysit the farmstand, then the sibs. We can't cook. We also can't eat a whole can of condensed soup. So, we had chowder. Chowder doesn't agree. Neither does root beer, but it was a cold soda.

Then, while watching IY, WR, and YYH, we ate leftover peach ice cream from the family reunion. Ugh, that stuff's good, but the milk in it is like two weeks old ...

We're an idiot when it comes to food.
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Saturday, August 14, 2004

As worthless as he is (being a male vocalist), we need to go rip Elton John's "Your Song" now ...
We went to a memorial mass today. In a skirt. Shoot us.

Here is why we went to a memorial mass, not a funeral.

The great uncle in question was not well liked. He lived in Virginia, far away from us losers in MA and RI. He went and had his funeral in Virginia.

Apparently, the fact that everyone in his family, including his 11 siblings, live in RI, escaped him.

Well, too bad for him, because we got Charlie ordained last year, and if we're gonna have two priests int eh family, one in RI (the other's a missionary in Haiti), we're gonna go have a funeral for him whether or not he wants us to. Right here in RI. So there.

All the guys in his family have "R" names. It's sad. And 2 have girl names. Not really, but he was Rene (pronounced ray-nee, renay is spelled renee) and his brother is Rosie (for Rosaire), and only in a French Canadian community can they do this. Especially since Rosie was a rough around the edges kind of auto mechanic greaser type.
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Friday, August 13, 2004

“The boundless spirit has no place to roam.” –connie dover, ‘who will comfort me?’
Ugh. We’re tired. Due to various funeral and memorial mass type plans people are working on making, we’ve had to keep the phone lines open, meaning limited internet time. More limited than usual. And then we have to go to NY on a family outing next week … why does everything have to go on this week??? And then next week, someone wanted us to work 7 hours at the library … they don’t let you sit down … thank heavens we do the farmstand on Wednesdays …

Finally finished She’s Come Undone. Very good. Again, if anyone knows books like that one, White Oleander, or A Tree Grows in Brooklyn or some particularly good Bradbury … do tell?
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Wednesday, August 11, 2004

"When the rain washes you clean, you'll know." -fleetwood mac, 'dreams'
Almost typed "drams" as the song title ...

Uh … we talked to “Annie” last night. It was nice. When we talk, we talk books and anime, debating J.K. Rowling, Tamora Pierce, Dan Brown, Rumiko Takahashi, and Yuu Watase’s plans for characters and stuff, so the time zone difference is less apparent. We talked for 1:12, until we got sent inside cuz the bugs were eating us, there was an “aminal” in the yard, there were bats out, it was really dark, and we had work in the morning. When we’re on the phone, talking about the symbols in Harry Potter (which we hate, she loves) and Inuyasha (we both read translations and are dying to get to the end), it doesn’t feel like we haven’t seen each other since that weekend in July.

Ihhhhhhhh (in a really whiny, nasaly moan noise). We are so tired and headachy and crud. Farm help looks like a cute, quaint job, but the quaintness (especially when you live next door, are related to the owners, and know there is nothing quaint – it’s all nitty gritty work) is what does you in. They all think you’re a simpleton and crud. And none of them know that you say, “I have three ears of corn,” or “I have three ears.” They all say “I have three corns.” And really, we do not want to know how many corns these people have. Usually by now, at least one person has said “ears.” No such luck this year.

We need to go help our splitting headache perish now.
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Tuesday, August 10, 2004

“It’s been a long hard road without you by my side … it’s not okay …” –good charlotte (ack! male vocalists!), ‘emotionless’
Um, kinda confused.

It’s like, we used to be part of this really close-knit group of girlfriends with these four other girls. We were friends with this girl, “Annie,” from back in kindergarten, then these other two girls, “Becky” and “Christy,” since about second grade, and then the group spread to include “Debbie” in fifth. (We’re all entering tenth now.) And like we said, we were all really close and had the same interests and saw each other everyday until the end of sixth grade.

In seventh, when we all entered the regional junior high. They had a team system at that time, where all the band kids were on one team, and the rest were distributed across the other teams. Well, as band members, Annie, Becky, and we were all on the same team, and Christy and Debbie were each on separate teams. Different teams means a different set of teachers, and all the same 100 kids in your classes (there were about 400 kids, 100 per team). So, Annie, Becky, and we got closer, Becky made a few more soccer friends from the other towns, and Annie and we found a few other band friends and stuff. Debbie made other friends, but stayed close (we held monthly sleepovers). Christy started drifting, making preppy friends, stuff like that.

At the end of seventh, they have a cookout thing at the lake. Annie was home sick, Debbie (being very social) stalked some guys and visited with all her friends, and Becky and we hung out. Christy hung with her new buddies. Now, Becky and we were too nice to get rid of this overweight, none-too-bright girl who kinda hangs around with us sometimes because she doesn’t have a lot of friends and we tolerate her until she’s being particularly clueless and obnoxious. She’s clueless, but she’s not that bad. Well, when we couldn’t find Debbie and went to go say hi to Christy, she took Becky and we aside to tell us she felt that since we were with this girl, we were ruining her “image.” She asked us to stop coming over while she was with her friends (whom Debbie named the “Polka Dot Twins” because they had a conniption after she accidentally got some sand on them because it might make their tans uneven). Debbie was mad, Becky was mad, we were mad, and when Annie found out, she was mad.

But Christy’s always been a little crazy, so while we were mad, we stayed friends because that how it is with her. In eighth grade, we were all kinda hanging with broader groups, but we didn’t get much worse. Until about May, when Debbie, Becky, Annie, and we were all on the same plane to DC for our field trip. So, right in the middle of the airport at 4 am, while we’re telling band jokes with friends and trying to force this guy to read a Cowboy Bebop Shooting Star manga and the other idiocy that goes on in an airport only occupied by 50 or so 13 year olds, Annie announces that her dad finally found a job, but she’s moving to Minnesota.

And after a long summer of sleepovers, she did. Annie was in Minnesota, Becky was on the soccer team with those girls, Christy was only there for her techie friends, Debbie was the same as ever, and we got really close to this girl, “Emma.”

And that’s kinda where it starts. Annie didn’t make friends for the longest time, and we all just sat around worrying. We’d call her, she’d be happy to hear from us, and she’d never call us.She visited twice since, and we guess she made a few friends. Becky hangs with these soccer friends we can’t stand, but she thinks that us having other friends is a crime (she also thinks we like her soccer friends and her having them is fine in comparison). Christy, we barely saw. She started hanging with only her techie friends and pretty well ditched us all year. She says she’s sorry and to let her know if we feel ditched again, but she’s crazy, so who knows. Debbie’s still the same. She gets angry all the time, but she’s friends with everyone in between. And Emma and we are really close. We have all the same interests, the same classes, everything.

So … if anyone cares, cuz we realize these are kinda minor issues, but we get really upset about them sometimes …

Annie and we were really close friends for years. But she never calls, never emails, is never online. She likes talking to us, be we have to initiate it. We wish she’d go make a close friend so we don’t have to worry constantly, but she didn’t even make an effort the first six months.

And Emma’s so much like her. We feel so bad when we don’t make the long distance call, but tell Emma the next day at school instead. Emma and Annie are a lot alike, and Emma and we got really close this year, because our closest friend moved to Minnesota and hers started going to the agricultural school. Since Annie and Emma’s friend were friends, but Emma and we weren’t part of that friendship but knew each other because of it, we got close. And sometimes, we really get kinda scared we’re closer to Emma than we were to Annie. Or that Annie doesn’t call because she doesn’t want to. And we know those are kinda stupid concerns, but whatever. We really love Annie (not like that – like that bond that girls forge), and we really miss her and she never calls or anything. And she’s probably the only person we had that bond with, but we think that somewhere along the way, we built it with Emma. And that makes us feel bad too, cuz it took Annie and we years, and Emma and we just one.

But Emma gets depressed a lot, and we don’t know what to do about it. We don’t know why, other than the one word explanations of either “Mother,” “Dad,” “sister,” or “nature.” That’s not much to go on, either. We just kinda don’t like it. We mean, the two of us have seen various people go to therapy and suggested it to others, but we don’t really know if that’s what would be good for her. It’s not like she gets dangerous … she just stops talking and gets really irritated.

(We had problems with Becky earlier, since she didn’t like us having friends outside our little clique, but she had all hers that she expected us to accept. We think we’re okay now. She’s stopped criticizing them and we tolerate her soccer friends, at least. Christy’s been Christy forever, and she’ll stay Christy. And there’ll be more problems. But she’s crazy, like we said. She’ll contradict herself as many times as it takes to keep us all friends. As Debbie put it once, “I go over to tell her off, and I can’t do it, she distracts me and I end up laughing and come back, then get even more mad because I didn’t tell her, and then she does it again!” It’s always like that. We fight, the fighting stops, nothing is solved, and months or sometimes even years later, we fight about it again. Debbie’s too hard to have problems with. She gets mad and hates people, she tells them as much, but whatever’s wrong is out there and it only lasts until someone else makes her mad.)

But Annie and Emma make us worry. It’s hard to explain, but since Annie moved, we’ve been so scared she’ll go drift off and we’ll completely forget each other. And since Emma, we’ve seen it could happen, but we’d be the one to do it. And then Christy’s last Issue of the Week was Annie-never-calls-but-gets-mad-when-you-don’t-so-I’m-not-prolonging-a-doomed-friendship-that’s-it-for-us. We dunno, it’s just one of those thing we need to get out there.

And then there's the fact that our friends can't always make up their minds on what their orientation is ... one day, this one friend has a girlfriend, the next it's a guy and she never went through a bi stage ... that's kinda disconcerting to us ... it's not like we're against it, but when it's your own huggy-touchy-feely-"Love ya!" friends, it's kinda one of those things you want to know.

Sorry. If anyone wants the usual thing … We did a lot of painting. We read a ton of She’s Come Undone as well. If anyone knows any other good books along the lines of She’s Come Undone, White Oleander, and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, care to share? Or good new fantasy/scifi ...
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Monday, August 9, 2004

FEMALE VOCALISTS
Male vocalists are worthless.

They're always very nasal. They chant rather than sing. They think loud and hoarse is the epitome of angst. They don't write good lyrics.

We can't stand them. Seriously, unless a guy can make it on Broadway or in a choir (has that really strong, masculine voice, ya know?) or his name is Dan Tyminski (sp?), he shouldn't sing.

Girls can be nasal, but they often aren't. They don't sing loud to sould angsty (sweet is better for that kind of stuff anyway - juxtaposition and all that), they can carry melodies, they don't ususally sing hoarsely, and a lot of them can make lyrics come alive just be sounding very real themselves. Not to mention, better lyrics.

Anyone care to argue?
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Sunday, August 8, 2004

This was going to be a Simple Plan lyric. Then we remembered male singers are worthless.
Paint. There was a lot of paint. We got to paint lattice today. We also doused several plants in paint. They didn’t appreciate it.

BORDERS! YAY! Got Kare Kano 2, Hot Gimmick 1, and something Diana Wynne Jones. Likkle Bro was furious that we used him to get 20% off both manga by having him check out separately. We told him to tell the cashier that Kare Kano was a birthday present for his sister if they looked at him funny, but he was mad … the fact Daddy said to him, “Here, go check out her chick anime,” didn’t help all that much either …

No, we’re not really like that … just low-key Christian … we’re more for Jesus as philosopher …
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Saturday, August 7, 2004

"Fall into light sleep watachi ni michiru" -'half pain'
Four hours of work, getting very wet, walking home and being locked out, reunion 12 to 8, doing set up and break down cuz we live next do ... ugh

BORDERS COUPON FOR CR!
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Friday, August 6, 2004

"All this time you were pretending? So much for my happy ending ..." -avril lavigne, 'my happy ending'
PHONE CALL 1: Friend wants to talk, does so for 1.5 hours.

PHONE CALL 2: Recruits us to work 4 hours tomorrow morning cuz the girl who's supposed to is too incompetant to set up.

PHONE CALL 3: Same friend craves attention (and tells us as much), but calls during Random Sharing Time for siblings ...

PHONE CALL 4: Recruits us to work for 2 hours today cuz same incompetant girl can't stay to work cuz of her waitressing job.

Next time we see this girl, she may not like us anymore.
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Thursday, August 5, 2004

“How wonderful life is! Now you’re in the world!” –um, we forget … is this like, elton john or something???
Okay, yesterday, we finished the cookbook before work, then we were there from 10 to 6. The like 3rd person to come in caused a stink because we accidentally pushed the wrong button, and despite the fact we returned the $6 we accidentally overcharged her by, she was not terribly understanding of how stupid the register keys are. So then, once she’s all set, she leaves and we go on to all the people she held up. (They were sympathetic.)

Like, 5 minutes later, she walks back in, tells us it’s still not right, could we do it out again? So we do, despite the accumulating line, and we’re looking at it, and we know we’re right, and don’t get why she thinks she gets another 5 bucks. Well, apparently, in our five years four years as Register Gal (it is legal to be farm help at age 11 if you’re family), this was the first person to gyp us by insisting she gave us a 20. She did not give us a 20. She gave us 15. But of course, you don’t enter in the amount when you can subtract 15 – 14.80 in your head. And since we already hit one wrong button, she probably wouldn’t have cared. And do you know who the least sympathetic person was? Her. The most? The guy behind her in line, who had every reason to be ticked. We were really upset since we had to give her the 5 bucks, and pretty offended she’d try that. All you delinquents out there? Don’t try it. There’ll be a Register Gal out to get you.

Then, straight from there, we went down to our pal’s house. We were supposed to go during the afternoon, when everyone else got there, but alas, we had to hang out with that nasty lady. Anyway, we got there just in time to hear that while they went to the library to see if we were there (cuz in their stupidity, they thought we were working there that day), one of the girls had decided that since she likes the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, we should all watch it. Oh Sweet Kharl, that was one of the most distressing movies we have ever seen. Actually, we really liked it, and the song stuff was pretty cool, but that was really distressingly odd.

According to an interview with Ray Bradbury on the evils of the media, there are 4,560 half-second clips in Moulin Rouge. We did some math. That’s 2,280 seconds. That means that 38 of the 128 minutes in the movie are half-second clips. Divide that out, and 29.875% of the movie. That’s between 1/4 and 1/3 of the movie. How distressing is that? Also, it’s amazing how a movie with so much color has a very sad atmosphere. In the end, we really liked Satine, almost as much as Christian. We liked him because he was Ben Kenobi. (Who wasn’t a Sith, but if you think about it, Legato from Trigun is. We were telling a friend what being able to use the force means, and when we translated it into words she could understand, it came off as “Look, it’s not that tough to grasp. It means I can influence the weak-minded and chuck stuff without touching it.” So she goes, “Legato can too.” So we’re there, “Then he’s a Sith Lord! I’m a Sith Lady! That makes us brethren!” She was horribly offended, especially when we began referring to him as Darth Bluesummers, and spelling it wrong to boot.)

And today … Daddy told us the wrong channel, so we didn’t get the program on The Da Vinci Code on tape. We watched History Channel’s Perfect Crimes? for like 4 hours to get over that one. Then, Likkle Bro decides to have his buddy sleep over, so there are two munchkins. Now, Daddy thought this was the perfect night to go to a PawSox game. But he can’t just say, “Wanna go to the PawSox game?” No, he says to Mother, “Let’s go propose this to the girls. Of course, -Celtic Rune- won’t want to go since she doesn’t want to go anywhere.” Well, -dang- it, we didn’t want to go, but even though Daddy knows this, unless we beg to go and run up and hug Daddy for suggesting it, he’ll be all –ticked- at us for days no matter what we do. Just like he was about us being all stressed about the cookbook. Half the reason we didn’t tell our friend, “No, I’m busy all night too,” since she’s kinda been ditching us on and off for 3 years now was cuz we didn’t feel like having the fact that we are being out of control and –tick-y none-too-subtly hinted at us for a few more hours.

So what are we doing now? Finally getting the chance to work on our fics in peace, just like we wanted, while truly hoping Bro’s friend makes a suitable replacement for us.

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