||[Jan. 27th, 2013|01:27 pm]
Friday I was stuck in another city due to bad road conditions. These are the notes of this thrilling saga. You’ll be fascinated.|
And the tenses are all over the place. Worse than usual.
So the weather turned bad and the drivers turned stupid and there was a story on the radio about the fifty (50) car pile-up on the highway. (This number turned out to be eighty.) I wasn’t going west on the highway, but east on the highway was also shut down due to an accident. Not between my location and my destination, but upon hearing about the three other accidents right in town, I decided, hey, that’s enough of that, and booked into a hotel.
Free wireless but no laptop. Sigh. Good thing I always have my current book on me. Never know when you’re going to get stuck somewhere.
The hotel didn’t have its own restaurant, and I rarely go to hotel restaurants anyway, because the food is usually bad and overpriced. The guest guide had a list of local restaurants in it. Buried within them was an ad for the Heart and Stroke Foundation. I think that’s hilarious. It was the only non-restaurant ad in the lot.
Watching MASH. Hawkeye ordered a scotch and got at least six ounces. Was that the serving people got back in the 1950s? Because I might be living in the wrong era.
All of the restaurants I really like would take a cab – I didn’t want to drive – and cabs take forever when the weather’s bad, so Montana’s Steakhouse it was.
I know waiters probably feel sorry when I show up alone – on a Friday, no less – but I don’t care and it often results in faster service and better seating. A little off to the side and right by the fire. Excellent for writing.
Obviously, I usually don’t drink while dining out, though I’d like to, but no driving means margaritas!
Line of sight naming! I needed a name for a one-off character, and there was a little donut dessert ad thingy on the table, so the character’s name is Donu.
They defiled the only chocolate dessert with peanut butter. Ick.
I am seriously unable to do the most basic math. It’s embarrassing. (Note: Checked my math later with a calculator and it turned out to be correct. Good to know that if I were magically transported to grade two I’d be able to get by.)
Someone scraped a smiley face into the figurine over the walkway button.
As I didn’t expect to spend the night, I didn’t have my sleeping pills. This means NO SLEEP. Thank god for Criminal Minds marathons. That’s how I got into Criminal Minds in the first place. Stuck in a hotel and unable to sleep, channel flipping and landing on Reid while he was making up a fifteen minute long diagnosis on the fly to prevent the serial killer in the room from killing him and Hotchner while the prisoner guards were away. I love Reid. (And Garcia.)
But I don’t want to see the same episode twice.
Ugh. Canadian show. Moving on.
Apparently 3:00am is when costs drop low enough to accommodate infomericals. Or something.
Japanese documentary with French subtitles. I can recognise both but understand neither.
Australian reality show with English subtitles. History Channel viewers can’t understand Australians?
English video with Japanese subtitles. The singer uses no facial expressions. Kristen Stewart?
Something about twins learning a pole dance routine for a movie involving Sophie Coppola and Hugh Hefner, who looks ancient. Didn’t he just marry a twenty-five year old? An awkward moment when Coppola and Hefner are introduced and Hefner says, “I’m a huge fan - ” She says something like, “That’s so sweet.” He says, “ - of your father’s work.” She must get that all the time.
A religious show which compares the conspiracy theories involving the JFK shooting, which were disproved by science, to conspiracy theories about Jesus, which were disproved by the Bible. But hey, at least I was familiar with the passages he was quoting.
I therefore had to check the drawer. A copy of the Bible that looks like it’s never been opened and a copy of the Book of Mormon that looks like it’s never been opened.
Hey there, two characters who are allegedly competent with projectile weapons: Playing Dungeons and Dragons taught me that when a companion is aiming a crossbow at something, I don’t step between him and the target. Just saying.
I shouldn’t watch law shows. Either they are so realistic – rare – that I’m all stressed out because I’ve dealt with judges/lawyers/clients that awful, or they are so far off that it makes me nuts. I’m sure you all have lawyer acquaintances who have pointed out that that’s not how obstruction of justice or accessory to murder actually work. And maybe in a big city lawyers rarely appear before the same judges, but in my experience we often do, and judges talk about us just like we talk about them. They know who we are when we step into the courtroom, and they are not a fan of lawyers who regular waste time with antics.
A show about an Indian wedding. The massive expense and the fact that it was stretched out over three days confirmed my decision that if I ever did a 180 on my personality and got married, it would be the two of us before the justice of the peace and then a reception for maybe fifty people, at most. I know there would be another person involved, obviously, who would have his own expectations, maybe, but I couldn’t handle spending tens of thousands of dollars on a wedding. I would serve kickass food and liquor at the reception, but not for extended family and people we barely know. Also, I’d be willing to spend a ton on a kickass honeymoon. But a single day demanding so many months of planning, being all stressed out, not for me.
You may have noticed that I’m kind of cheap, but it’s more that I’m prepared to pay a lot for things I really enjoy and resent paying any more than is strictly necessary on things I don’t. Someday I will pay the ridiculous price for having a suite of my own on a train that will take me through various parts of Canada. I’m pretty sure travelling through the Rockies alone would be worth it. I have no interest in weddings, so I don’t want to pay for one.
The ceremony was lovely, though, and the clothing was gorgeous.
An episode of the original Star Trek series. I haven’t watched the show in about twenty years. IT’S SO BAD! How did this spawn an entertainment empire? The acting was terrible, the dialogue was terrible, and Shatner really did. space. out. his. words. that. way. It gave me a whole new appreciation for those characters in sci-fi shows who provide exposition/technobabble. You want someone who sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, even if you can’t understand what he’s saying. Listening to a bunch of characters ask each other questions with no answers is irritating. And then there were the really bad Captain Obvious moments. “He’s dead.” “And someone … or something … killed him.”
They’re supposed to be in some rocky environment and they’re trying to sleep, and they’re using the rocks like pillows.
To be fair, this was not a stellar episode. The reason I stuck with it was because I couldn’t remember it, and given what a rabid trekkie I was growing up, this was odd. I have concluded that at some point I watched it and then never watched it again because it was so incredibly boring. The greatest moment of tension was when some of socket wrench thing got stuck on itself. Scotty was sticking it into some hole that apparently held some very dangerous piece of machinery, and if he got it wrong the ship would blow up. They didn’t even have him pretend to do anything with it, like having him move it around in an approximation of whatever movements one uses with a socket wrench. He just held it in the hole.
Spock was a complete jerk. Sure, have him criticise one person for being imprecise or emotional, but not everyone he talks to. He’s been working with humans for years and should have learned to deal with their harmless quirks by then.
All right, sun is finally up. Time to hit the highway so I can avoid the worst of the Saturday traffic.