My Life: One Post At A Time
Nov. 3rd, 2002 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisabetLately I have viewed all events in my life as fodder for potential LJ posts. Is this normal? I have always seen past occurrences in a kind of "episodic" format - I attributed this to a childhood spent in front of a television, Francine Pascal's "Sweet Valley High" series, and a way too active imagination/fantasy life. Now I see things as posts (or diary entries if you will, it sounds so much more sophisticated) - but what happens when I get behind? - I haven't updated for a few days and now I don't want anything else to happen until I have chronicled my life up to this point.
Halloween night: I cheered up, gothed out, and boogied with The Incredible Hulk (I also spanked a sailor, but my mother sometimes reads this so I'm just gonna skip right over that part). I also discovered that I am a Batman-slut. I lurve him - and there were 2 that night at the party. The best Batman by far was on the stage, the band was decked out in costume - lead singer was Wonder Woman (next year - if I ever start running again, I'm gonna be Wonder Woman. Then I will wear the costume around my house just because. I might even wear it under my suit at work for fun, and fighting evil) the bass player was Superman, Drummer was Robin and the guitarist (also male lead singer) was Batman. Heh. I fell in love with him immediately and proceeded to stalk his movements throughout the crowd whenever the band took a break. Damn Catwoman. Also - the couple dressed as Superman and Supergirl - ya'll are cousins, okay? I know this is Tennessee, but ewww. Another problem with costume parties in Memphis? Everyone is Southern. This is fine for the Kid Rocks and the Anna Nicole Smiths, but is disconcerting as hell when Gandalf and Austin Powers all have very pronounced Memphis accents.
Earlier that night I had been complaining to my friend Faith (soldier girl) that I was all geared up to ask this guy out and then I found out he liked my sister. It is not like I'm not used to this happening - when I was a freshman in high school every guy that asked me out was doing so because he had a crush on Dawn. I refuse to date a guy that is hung up on someone else - especially my sister. I am not some consolation prize. Well that was the rant I kept up as we wound around and around the ballroom in search of the elusive Batman. I finally decided to call it quits - apparently Batman had already discovered true love (good for him) - that was when Faith pointed out our close proximity to Robin. Robin? He's nothing more than a sidekick - a stand in for Batman at best. Maybe I could talk to Boy Wonder since the other was obviously not gonna happen... then it hit me. I am Robin. Sudden solidarity made me see the beauty that was him. That, and the hard plastic nipples on his costume. Plus- Robin was hot. I was stupid. I now love Robin. Go Robin go! (Dawn has posted some of the pics from the party here - The Dumbass at Walgreens screwed up the picture CD and cut me out of the Robin Picture. It is actually much prettier that way, IMO).
This weekend has found me hard at work on "Closer." It's actually the most fun I have had vidding in a long time. Pretty. Very pretty. Sigh. I was bored at a meeting at work and made some changes on my storyboard. I then left that storyboard on my desk. I hope my manager doesn't need any of my files before I get to work tomorrow. I might go in early...
Halloween night: I cheered up, gothed out, and boogied with The Incredible Hulk (I also spanked a sailor, but my mother sometimes reads this so I'm just gonna skip right over that part). I also discovered that I am a Batman-slut. I lurve him - and there were 2 that night at the party. The best Batman by far was on the stage, the band was decked out in costume - lead singer was Wonder Woman (next year - if I ever start running again, I'm gonna be Wonder Woman. Then I will wear the costume around my house just because. I might even wear it under my suit at work for fun, and fighting evil) the bass player was Superman, Drummer was Robin and the guitarist (also male lead singer) was Batman. Heh. I fell in love with him immediately and proceeded to stalk his movements throughout the crowd whenever the band took a break. Damn Catwoman. Also - the couple dressed as Superman and Supergirl - ya'll are cousins, okay? I know this is Tennessee, but ewww. Another problem with costume parties in Memphis? Everyone is Southern. This is fine for the Kid Rocks and the Anna Nicole Smiths, but is disconcerting as hell when Gandalf and Austin Powers all have very pronounced Memphis accents.
Earlier that night I had been complaining to my friend Faith (soldier girl) that I was all geared up to ask this guy out and then I found out he liked my sister. It is not like I'm not used to this happening - when I was a freshman in high school every guy that asked me out was doing so because he had a crush on Dawn. I refuse to date a guy that is hung up on someone else - especially my sister. I am not some consolation prize. Well that was the rant I kept up as we wound around and around the ballroom in search of the elusive Batman. I finally decided to call it quits - apparently Batman had already discovered true love (good for him) - that was when Faith pointed out our close proximity to Robin. Robin? He's nothing more than a sidekick - a stand in for Batman at best. Maybe I could talk to Boy Wonder since the other was obviously not gonna happen... then it hit me. I am Robin. Sudden solidarity made me see the beauty that was him. That, and the hard plastic nipples on his costume. Plus- Robin was hot. I was stupid. I now love Robin. Go Robin go! (Dawn has posted some of the pics from the party here - The Dumbass at Walgreens screwed up the picture CD and cut me out of the Robin Picture. It is actually much prettier that way, IMO).
This weekend has found me hard at work on "Closer." It's actually the most fun I have had vidding in a long time. Pretty. Very pretty. Sigh. I was bored at a meeting at work and made some changes on my storyboard. I then left that storyboard on my desk. I hope my manager doesn't need any of my files before I get to work tomorrow. I might go in early...
Um, Robin? Really?
Date: 2002-11-04 07:28 am (UTC)You are hotness itself.
I hate to be the one to tell you, but Robin's gay. I don't mean "bi", I mean gay. Batman may swing both ways, but Robin likes the men.
I always thought Wonder Woman's outfit looked uncomfortable (wedgies and whatnot). Maybe with a sleeveless top.. and a miniskirt (I guess that's more Betty and Veronica than it is Wonderwoman.) Which brings me to my point- you and Dr. Dawn are compliments to each other- I think you guys stimulate each other to be the complex interesting funny attractive women that you are. (Just think how inventive Cappy has to be to keep up...). Besides you've got a built in true test for love. -when you find the guy who loves you and isn't particularly into Dr. Dawn. Of course, given your current timeline, if you meet him soon, you'll have to dump him by spring/summer in anticipation of disappearing without a trace.
BTW- Kid Rock looks amazingly real. Thought you were mixing it up with the LA rock scene for a second there.
Love you, Truth Searching Woman
Re: Um, Robin? Really?
Date: 2002-11-04 09:58 am (UTC)-bohemiandoc/Ilene (remember me? Dawn's friend? shivering in the land of the north)
Re: Um, Robin? Really?
Date: 2002-11-04 04:56 pm (UTC)Re: Um, Robin? Really?
Date: 2002-11-09 10:47 pm (UTC)As sidekick to Truth Seeking Woman (call me Undercover Brother), I find nothing wrong with riding the sidecar. Hmm, that's interesting. "Riding the sidecar" is what you do when you're not ready for "spanking the sailor." Does your mom read the comments too? If she does, remind her that Cappy doesn't need to catch up any time soon.
Maybe it's the Joel Schumacher-enhanced nipples blinding me, but your Robin, through the mask, looks a bit like George Clooney. Maybe he felt being Batman was living a lie, and he chose to swing one way only.
I disagree with my sister's misguided assessment of "amazingly real" Kid Rock. Memphis' version is a fair approximate, but too clean looking. It's like when Sarah Michelle did her SNL parody of Christina Aguilera, but wasn't "dirrty" enough. Maybe a fake Pam (is that redundant?) may have completed the image.
Anyway, I agree with my sister's "hotness" comment. Wow! How come I never got to meet Goth Sisabet? I'm slightly smitten.
-- UB (to the TSW, yo)