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Random thoughts for a rainy Saturday
Sat, Oct. 11th, 2003 10:42 amAs has been stated here and elsewhere, the rains have returned to Seattle. (Last night a friend asked me where they went. I told him Florida for the summer. He said they must be terribly affluent. I told him they had very liquid assets. He gave me the raspberry.)
Ahem.
Being something of a sun junkie, I'm surprised at how much I'm enjoying the fact that it's no longer really sunny. In fact, this morning the sky is an almost uniform gray. The light is softly white, and feels somehow gentle. There's very little sign of moisture on the surface of my balcony, but it's clearly cool with only the slightest bit of breeze out there. Two chicadees are conversing on the balcony railing, otherwise it's quiet and lovely. Such a morning in New York City would be much louder and feel miserable to me. But I have two huge fir trees outside my livingroom window, each half again as tall as my building, and tiny acrobatic birds doing 360s on the telephone wire. What's not to like?
Red Cat is curled up in one of our two cat beds. He hasn't slept in either since the death of my (and his) beloved Gray Tabby this past May. It's a healing thing.
Today is going to be about work. Tomorrow, too. I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate a quiet autumn morning.
And in the not-so-quiet category, I was encouraged last night to watch a DVD loaned to me by the_monkey_king and his wife, South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut. Now, a preamble note: I've never been able to sit through an episode of South Park. It's just not my style of humor. I've found it occasionally amusing, but never engaging or really to my taste. Jokes based on profanity and farts are one of my biggest turn-offs, even if there is a relevant point being made. So what'd I think? I got a huge laugh out of Bill Gates being shot for Windows 98, and I enjoyed the dysfunctional relationship between Satan and Saddam. I thought the "Master of the Underground" kid was great, complete with the scar that Attenborough wore in The Great Escape, and I caught and laughed at the Star Trek: The Search for Spock reference as Satan kicked Saddam into The Pit. Some of the tunes were catchy (thank you, Mark Shaiman) and there was certainly a point being made. Overall, though, I've seen it once. That's enough.
Ahem.
Being something of a sun junkie, I'm surprised at how much I'm enjoying the fact that it's no longer really sunny. In fact, this morning the sky is an almost uniform gray. The light is softly white, and feels somehow gentle. There's very little sign of moisture on the surface of my balcony, but it's clearly cool with only the slightest bit of breeze out there. Two chicadees are conversing on the balcony railing, otherwise it's quiet and lovely. Such a morning in New York City would be much louder and feel miserable to me. But I have two huge fir trees outside my livingroom window, each half again as tall as my building, and tiny acrobatic birds doing 360s on the telephone wire. What's not to like?
Red Cat is curled up in one of our two cat beds. He hasn't slept in either since the death of my (and his) beloved Gray Tabby this past May. It's a healing thing.
Today is going to be about work. Tomorrow, too. I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate a quiet autumn morning.
And in the not-so-quiet category, I was encouraged last night to watch a DVD loaned to me by the_monkey_king and his wife, South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut. Now, a preamble note: I've never been able to sit through an episode of South Park. It's just not my style of humor. I've found it occasionally amusing, but never engaging or really to my taste. Jokes based on profanity and farts are one of my biggest turn-offs, even if there is a relevant point being made. So what'd I think? I got a huge laugh out of Bill Gates being shot for Windows 98, and I enjoyed the dysfunctional relationship between Satan and Saddam. I thought the "Master of the Underground" kid was great, complete with the scar that Attenborough wore in The Great Escape, and I caught and laughed at the Star Trek: The Search for Spock reference as Satan kicked Saddam into The Pit. Some of the tunes were catchy (thank you, Mark Shaiman) and there was certainly a point being made. Overall, though, I've seen it once. That's enough.
