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November 24, 2002
I'm such a multi-tasking procrastinator.
I'm such a multi-tasking procrastinator. I'm making copies of some class sheets for tomorrow, writing a research paper, writing instruction sheets for the seventh graders, doing laundry, AND watching the Wizard of Oz. I am not completing any of these projects, just floating between them. On top of it all, I suddenly felt the urgent need to blog...
I forgot how much I enjoy this movie. I haven't watched it in years, so I'm just enjoying looking at the sets, noticing all the reasons why it is one of those super gay films. If I could rewrite it, I would include a carnivorous dinosaur loose in the munchkin village, Toto would be stepped on more often, and the wicked witch would bitch-slap Glenda because of her voice. I'm certain Glenda was an early tester for cocktails of alcohol, anti-depressants and muscle relaxants. The munchkins are quite frightening, but at least there are no clowns. I find it funny that a field of 'poppies' knocks them out, and the first view of the Emerald City reminds me of my first view of Manhattan. I'm going to have to think about which of my friends are my Scarecrow, Tin Man, and the Lion. Some days I'm Dorothy, especially with the whiny tone of my blog lately. I'm probably a blend of the whole group. If only I had red shoes, or a brain, or a heart, or courage, or a big balloon!
I went with Michael out to the new art space where Chad did the architectural stuff. Cool art, two kegs of beer, unsealed concrete. Afterward I was quite suitably impressed by Chad's discourse on the furniture in Barracuda. I love hanging out with people of different fields of expertise, and he just rekindled my desire to really stretch my abilities on building furniture. The music was a perfect retro mix, the conversation was fun, the guys at my table were all sexy smart. I have one particularly annoying habit while drinking - I do my little thing for cancer prevention. Whenever a friend tries to light their cigarette, I blow out the lighter. Even though they curse and hiss at me, I know that deep down they're grateful. I also had one of those educational moments where I was corrected. A cock ring is not the same thing as a cock strap. Who knew?
Posted by G at November 24, 2002 08:44 PM