I want to go to bed, but I still have laundry in the dryer.
Suck.
Archive for September 12th, 2007
I WAS able to email my sign in address to myself today. Hurray!
So now, I can post from work. You are all excited. (think last sentance with a McBain-like Austrian accent)
I’m tired.
My cat was sleeping next to my head this morning, and I think she wanted to play, ’cause she kept attacking me. 
Rei@work – 10:38am
we had an evacuation drill this morning. No one told Jessica and I whether or not we were supposed to go (some members of the office were not) but the alarm and accompaning anouncements were loud and annoying, so we decided that it might be educational to participate.
I learned:
–13 flights of stairs are nothing to blink at, even when you are going down. If nothing else it makes you dizzy by the time you hit the bottom.
–The weather has surely changed…it’s cold out and I definitely found myself wishing I was wearing more than a thin shirt and light hoodie for warmth.
Rei@work — 12:28pm
It’s cold and nasty out. I don’t want to go outside for lunch, but the other option is really staying in my cubical, and that just doesn’t really have the feel of a lunch break to me.
Jessica is still not back from our ‘evacuation drill’ and so I have been doing my best to entertain myself…a good deal of this ended up taking the form of researching ‘bourgeois’ and subsiquent related topics on Wikipedia. I now feel relatively well informed on social classes, Sumptuary laws, Jean-Paul Marat and the Marquis de Sade, among other things.
My tummy is starting to twinge from all the coffee I’ve been drinking.
Rei@work — 12:58pm
Ok…so does anyone get Heisenburg’s Uncertainty Principle and if so, can they explain it to me? I don’t quite get it–how can you ONLY know the location OR the momentum of a particle, but never both?
Rei@work — 1:08pm
And how do they KNOW that a partical will take every possible path when not observed but must take only one when observed? How do they know if no one can observe it?!?!
Rei@work –2:45pm
My GOD I’m bored. I just got back from lunch…Jessica still isn’t back…I am ready for a nap and I want to go home. I’m hungry. I saw a really cute raincoat in Burlington at lunch–black, kneelength, full-skirted, with a wide collar and belt–very 1950s. It was a vast improvement over most of the coats they had, almost all cut straight/no tailoring. This one was…swishy.
Rei@work –3:53pm
Is anyone else afraid of pinching their fingers in 3-ring binders?
12
Sep
Suspension of Disbelief
Both Beauty and the Beast…
…and Bring it On…
…have some serious logical inconsistencies.
In Beauty and the Beast…the Beast is supposed to find someone to love who loves him in return before he’s 25…the thing is, at the time he’s enchanted, he can’t be much younger than that..maybe late teens? And the castle he lives in is less than a day’s ride from the village, so he is probably the local ruler, in charge of things like laws and taxes. Even if they have never had occasion to visit the castle, it stands to reason that the villagers would at least know of it’s existance, and subsiquently the existance of it’s enhabitants, these things seem to come as a complete surprise to all involved. It would be one matter if the enchantment had taken place a long time ago, but seeing as the local castle was transformed into a spooky beast-house probably within a decade of the time the movie is set in, you’d think that the people under it’s rule would be aware that a) the prince had been turned into a monster, or at least that b) that the local ruling royal had mysteriously dissapeared.
In Bring it On, Eliza Dushku makes a fuss about the Torros girls stealing cheers after seeing the ‘burr, it’s cold out here’ cheer. She then drives Torrance to the Clover’s cheer practice in progress, where they are coincidentally preforming THAT EXACT CHEER…one that had likely been stolen a minimum of a few months previously. It’s almost as if Eliza’s character called them ahead and told them she was coming. FURTHERMORE — male cheerleaders I can accept at the Torros’ preppy high school, BUT, at the school in the ‘hood that the Clovers hail from, any guy signing up for cheerleading would be almost guarenteed a thourough ass-kicking…that is if signing up would even occur to the the males attending an inner-city school. Cheerleading is not a traditionally male sport.
Hollywood! Stop mocking reality! 
