Okay, first off, I loved it! Seriously! It was funny and endearing and I love the two boys, Dan Byrd and Adhir Kalyan. They are just fantastic.
I recognized the father from a "Sex in The City" episode from back in the day. And when Scott Patterson says the character is a blank slate, he's right. Not that Patrick Breen wasn't good, it's just not a huge part and doesn't have many characteristics that add too much to the show. (And he reminded me a lot of David Sutcliff, which is kinda humorous considering...) I have no idea how SP is going to play the father, but I can't wait to find out. Most importantly, I think he will be able to do it. And do it well.
Anyway, the music was awesome and the mother is awesome. I can't say enough good things. Cherry on top? The principal reminds me a tad bit of Principal Blackman from "Strangers With Candy". The first scene in which you see him, there's a subtle hilarious thing he does that immediately gave me a good feeling about this show.
For as many wonderful things I can say about it, my informed friend believes it's not going to make it. Which is unfortunate on many levels. I hope she's wrong. But for my part, I'll spread the word to tune in October 1st, with the assurance that audiences won't be disappointed. I'm a little sad that it's on The CW, considering the low ratings it will probably get as a result, but hopefully, it will still be able to do well, even if only by CW standards.
Yay for AIA being good! I can totally see why SP was drawn to this project!
(It's hard to review something that you love! There's nothing to gripe about!)
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I Smell A Blog Entry
Sometimes things happen in life in which you are powerless to do anything except write a blog entry. Such an event happened to me yesterday. I was riding with my friend around town and spotted possibly the most intriguing billboard I have ever seen. It read: "Life is Short, Have an Affair" and then gave a website. My friend and I were stupified at the prospect that this billboard was actually ENCOURAGING people to have affairs. I immediately stated, "I smell a blog entry."
Because what kind of society do we live in that makes it okay for people to publically try and convince people to lie and cheat and damage your family for their own gain? And actually say, "Hey it's okay to do all this horrible stuff that, let's face it, never turns out well for any parties involved, because life is short, and hey, that means it's all okay."
Surely this was a misunderstanding. Me and my naive little heart decided that when they said "affair" they actually meant vacation. (I chose to ignore the intimate position of the two people on the sign.) But I looked up the website, because honestly, wouldn't you? If for no other reason than to just make sure that this is not as horrifying as it sounds. And look up I did. And it wasn't as bad as it sounds, right? Wrong! It's worse! If you thought "Life is short, Have an affair", is in poor taste, try these. "When monogamy becomes monotony." "People who are inclined to have affairs are usually more attractive." "It's stimulating, naughty, and fun at the same time!"
Yeah that's right my innocent little creatures. Our world sucks! This site is even more horrendous than the giant billboard. If I'm not mistaken, I believe that this site is trying to convince you to have an affair. Telling you it's going to be fun, the people are really attractive, and hey, what a great escape from normal day to day life.
So basically, yeah. It's a horrifying prospect that people actually use this service enough that they can afford a giant billboard in Hollywood. They even brag about how many people have signed up with them: clocking in at one million, three-hundred ninty-five thousand! (Wha--!?!) What a sad state of affairs. (Pun intended.)
On a more exciting note, another billboard I saw yesterday was promoting the show in which I make my LA editing debut! Woo! "Murder" premieres on Spike TV, next Tuesday night, July 31st, at 10pm! Yippee!
Because what kind of society do we live in that makes it okay for people to publically try and convince people to lie and cheat and damage your family for their own gain? And actually say, "Hey it's okay to do all this horrible stuff that, let's face it, never turns out well for any parties involved, because life is short, and hey, that means it's all okay."
Surely this was a misunderstanding. Me and my naive little heart decided that when they said "affair" they actually meant vacation. (I chose to ignore the intimate position of the two people on the sign.) But I looked up the website, because honestly, wouldn't you? If for no other reason than to just make sure that this is not as horrifying as it sounds. And look up I did. And it wasn't as bad as it sounds, right? Wrong! It's worse! If you thought "Life is short, Have an affair", is in poor taste, try these. "When monogamy becomes monotony." "People who are inclined to have affairs are usually more attractive." "It's stimulating, naughty, and fun at the same time!"
Yeah that's right my innocent little creatures. Our world sucks! This site is even more horrendous than the giant billboard. If I'm not mistaken, I believe that this site is trying to convince you to have an affair. Telling you it's going to be fun, the people are really attractive, and hey, what a great escape from normal day to day life.
So basically, yeah. It's a horrifying prospect that people actually use this service enough that they can afford a giant billboard in Hollywood. They even brag about how many people have signed up with them: clocking in at one million, three-hundred ninty-five thousand! (Wha--!?!) What a sad state of affairs. (Pun intended.)
On a more exciting note, another billboard I saw yesterday was promoting the show in which I make my LA editing debut! Woo! "Murder" premieres on Spike TV, next Tuesday night, July 31st, at 10pm! Yippee!
Monday, July 23, 2007
Useless Info About Drugs
Drugs. I would never have expected to be doing a blog about drugs, but today has just been one of those days. I went to the dentist today, (follow-up appt), and when I was speaking to the hygenist about how I was from NC, she told me she had a friend there. He is a neurosurgeon apparently. Then, out of nowhere, and quite unexpectedly, she leans in and is like, "I don't know how he does it after all the LSD we used to do!"
Bwah! I'm just going to skip over the part where this guy works on people's brains, (and that she was about to work on my mouth). But I laughed, and she laughed with me, but mine was more of those startled laughs where something catches you so off guard that you don't know what else to do. The fact that this woman felt so comfortable with me that she shared such an interesting tidbit about her past, was just so unexpected! You don't expect that from your hygentist, let me tell you!
Anyway, now here I am now watching this thing on cocaine on the History channel. The "Hooked" series. Pretty awesome, btw. It's discussing cocaine, and let me tell you, this stuff is interesting. Did you know that Freud was addicted to cocaine? And that the very dreams he had and became famous for interpreting, were cocaine induced? Also, it was used medicinally at first, in over-the-counter drugs given to adults and children alike. Causing all sorts of addictions and craziness in all sorts of people. (All ages!) Insanity! AND, if that wasn't enough cocaine trivia, then try this on for size. The south made it illegal before the federal government because they believed it made black people violent towards white people. That's right! Double-u tee f people.
Anyway, it's late and I'm all out of drug trivia at the moment. Have a good day people of the world and thanks for reading.
Bwah! I'm just going to skip over the part where this guy works on people's brains, (and that she was about to work on my mouth). But I laughed, and she laughed with me, but mine was more of those startled laughs where something catches you so off guard that you don't know what else to do. The fact that this woman felt so comfortable with me that she shared such an interesting tidbit about her past, was just so unexpected! You don't expect that from your hygentist, let me tell you!
Anyway, now here I am now watching this thing on cocaine on the History channel. The "Hooked" series. Pretty awesome, btw. It's discussing cocaine, and let me tell you, this stuff is interesting. Did you know that Freud was addicted to cocaine? And that the very dreams he had and became famous for interpreting, were cocaine induced? Also, it was used medicinally at first, in over-the-counter drugs given to adults and children alike. Causing all sorts of addictions and craziness in all sorts of people. (All ages!) Insanity! AND, if that wasn't enough cocaine trivia, then try this on for size. The south made it illegal before the federal government because they believed it made black people violent towards white people. That's right! Double-u tee f people.
Anyway, it's late and I'm all out of drug trivia at the moment. Have a good day people of the world and thanks for reading.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Woe!
So as a good friend of mine keeps saying--karma owes me big. I've had a kinda hectic couple of weeks. Between trying to scrounge up enough money to register my car in California before my 30-day grace period is up, and trying to play peacemaker in my home between the two dogs, who think they are both dominent, things have been a little stressful lately.
As far as the car thing goes, little did I know when I was buying my car in NC, that when I brought it into California less than a year after purchase, I would have to pay sales tax on it, which roughly estimated is 1000% percent. I've had thirty days to get the sixteen hundred dollars together, and all was going well until the tooth incident of 2007.
The two dogs in our house have been fighting pretty frequently. It's been stressing me out enough, but It all came to a head on this past Saturday night. Several things were unusual about this fight. I was outside and the two dogs were hanging in my roommates room. Usually when the fights occur, we are both present and it seems to be a fight over attention or food or something. But I hear the tell-tale yells from my roommate who is friutlessly trying to seperate the transformed beasts. I come in and rush to help. We hadn't done much research on the matter, so we were still grabbing their collars trying to seperate them. Wrong move, I now know. As I grabbed Hopper's collar and started pulling her towards me, the collar snapped flying back into my face, breaking off a large piece of my bottom tooth.
I was horrified, but kept my cool, (well as far as the tooth thing goes), until we had sucessfully broken up the fight. Immediately afterwards, I broke down, having enough of the fights and suffering the trumatic loss of a large piece of tooth. It was painful and had me just at a loss at how something like that could happen. I saved my tooth and after some good pep talks and sympathy pains from friends, we set out to Walgreens where I could get something for the pain, and/or, discomfort.
Once again, this financial burden increased two-fold. How in the world could I afford to get this fixed when I have a hefty bill to pay for my car, that coincidentially is due this week. I called some emergency dentist, not having a dentist in the area, who offered to call me in some painkillers and said he could see me first thing on Monday. I passed on the painkillers, and stuck to Tylenol, but counted down the hours until I could find some relief. The Tylenol worked pretty good, but the whiskey worked a little better. On Saturday night, with the dogs locked up for the night, I sat back and through a straw drank some whiskey that eased the pain quite nicely. I just wish that in my gum-numbing fun I would have realized just how painful it would be to brush my teeth. But no, not then. It felt fine and I brushed, carefully, but still with enough fervor to have me up at six am on Sunday crying for my mommy.
Monday came and I went to see the dentist. He was able to glue to portion I had broken off back on, but not without shooting me full of novicane first. (Little did I know, you aren't supposed to drink coffee on mornings before you visit the dentist in which you are going to be numbed. Now you know.) Five shots later, I was finally numb enough for them to start work. It went off without a hitch, and after expressing my financial concerns, they gave me a discount that although made thing easier to handle, still took enough out of my account to not have enough to pay my bill at the DMV.
Long story short, I got some help from the parents, which at this point in my life, is a little humbling, but much appreciated. And today, finally, on the day that marks the end of my grace-period, I can go and register my car.
So everything seemed to work out, as things usually do. Now I'm just trying to find a way to keep the peace with the dogs. I've been absolutely horrified about another fight, and have started to keep the dogs seperate almost every moment I am home. I have to get some sort of advice from some dog professionals about how to handle this correctly. If you have any advice, please share. I'm at a loss right now, so scared to even attempt any methods of defusing a situation, not even wanting to let them get close enough to each other to try.
But, other than that, things are just great! Heh! I perhaps had a quarter-life crisis last night, in the startling realization that all the women editors I know are single and without children, and that one of the assistants I work with is way older than I thought. Her solace was no help, "Time flies!", "I still feel like I'm twenty," "It was only yesterday---"
Whew. So lots going on right now. My computer battery is dying and I'm about to go to the DMV to take care of this pesky robbery thing that I feel I am a victim of. But I was just checking in and sharing my latest with you fine folks.
Aliens in America review to come!
As far as the car thing goes, little did I know when I was buying my car in NC, that when I brought it into California less than a year after purchase, I would have to pay sales tax on it, which roughly estimated is 1000% percent. I've had thirty days to get the sixteen hundred dollars together, and all was going well until the tooth incident of 2007.
The two dogs in our house have been fighting pretty frequently. It's been stressing me out enough, but It all came to a head on this past Saturday night. Several things were unusual about this fight. I was outside and the two dogs were hanging in my roommates room. Usually when the fights occur, we are both present and it seems to be a fight over attention or food or something. But I hear the tell-tale yells from my roommate who is friutlessly trying to seperate the transformed beasts. I come in and rush to help. We hadn't done much research on the matter, so we were still grabbing their collars trying to seperate them. Wrong move, I now know. As I grabbed Hopper's collar and started pulling her towards me, the collar snapped flying back into my face, breaking off a large piece of my bottom tooth.
I was horrified, but kept my cool, (well as far as the tooth thing goes), until we had sucessfully broken up the fight. Immediately afterwards, I broke down, having enough of the fights and suffering the trumatic loss of a large piece of tooth. It was painful and had me just at a loss at how something like that could happen. I saved my tooth and after some good pep talks and sympathy pains from friends, we set out to Walgreens where I could get something for the pain, and/or, discomfort.
Once again, this financial burden increased two-fold. How in the world could I afford to get this fixed when I have a hefty bill to pay for my car, that coincidentially is due this week. I called some emergency dentist, not having a dentist in the area, who offered to call me in some painkillers and said he could see me first thing on Monday. I passed on the painkillers, and stuck to Tylenol, but counted down the hours until I could find some relief. The Tylenol worked pretty good, but the whiskey worked a little better. On Saturday night, with the dogs locked up for the night, I sat back and through a straw drank some whiskey that eased the pain quite nicely. I just wish that in my gum-numbing fun I would have realized just how painful it would be to brush my teeth. But no, not then. It felt fine and I brushed, carefully, but still with enough fervor to have me up at six am on Sunday crying for my mommy.
Monday came and I went to see the dentist. He was able to glue to portion I had broken off back on, but not without shooting me full of novicane first. (Little did I know, you aren't supposed to drink coffee on mornings before you visit the dentist in which you are going to be numbed. Now you know.) Five shots later, I was finally numb enough for them to start work. It went off without a hitch, and after expressing my financial concerns, they gave me a discount that although made thing easier to handle, still took enough out of my account to not have enough to pay my bill at the DMV.
Long story short, I got some help from the parents, which at this point in my life, is a little humbling, but much appreciated. And today, finally, on the day that marks the end of my grace-period, I can go and register my car.
So everything seemed to work out, as things usually do. Now I'm just trying to find a way to keep the peace with the dogs. I've been absolutely horrified about another fight, and have started to keep the dogs seperate almost every moment I am home. I have to get some sort of advice from some dog professionals about how to handle this correctly. If you have any advice, please share. I'm at a loss right now, so scared to even attempt any methods of defusing a situation, not even wanting to let them get close enough to each other to try.
But, other than that, things are just great! Heh! I perhaps had a quarter-life crisis last night, in the startling realization that all the women editors I know are single and without children, and that one of the assistants I work with is way older than I thought. Her solace was no help, "Time flies!", "I still feel like I'm twenty," "It was only yesterday---"
Whew. So lots going on right now. My computer battery is dying and I'm about to go to the DMV to take care of this pesky robbery thing that I feel I am a victim of. But I was just checking in and sharing my latest with you fine folks.
Aliens in America review to come!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Jezebel James
My blog is finally back up from a brief hiatus caused by an idenity crisis. (My blog's, not mine.) The good news is I'm back with a review of The Return of Jezebel James, aka Amy Sherman Palladino's new show, ahem, sitcom.
I haven't watched a sitcom in so long that I couldn't help but be startled by the laugh tracks and applause at the end. This, of course, is not unusual, but caught me off guard immediately. Then there was Parker Posey. I'm a fan, I like her work, but immediately I felt like I didn't like her as this character. Maybe it's because of the obvious similarities to Lorelai, (from Gilmore girls), where PP just didn't deliver where I knew LG could have. Not fair to compare the two actresses, I know, but it was the natural place my mind went. Why? The chatty-chatty dialogue of course. ASP is back in action with the snappy convos and the quick retorts. Did I think it worked? Honestly? No. Just one humble person's opinion, but it just wasn't carried the same. It seemed like ASP was trying direct Posey exactly towards a classic Lorelai performance in nearly every scene. (Including those infamous sad faces!)
First half of the show, it was cringe after cringe of Gilmore moments, (my personal favorite: when NAI-April showed up). The jokes fell short and I wanted to scream at the audience everytime they 'laughed'--"Stop telling me that was supposed to be funny and that I'm supposed to be laughing!" (First step in improving the show: lose the laugh track!)
Okay, this review is not all bad! I swear! By the end, I was satisfied. Don't know if I'm going to be running home to catch new episodes but it's definitely Tivo worthy. (Rating the pilot on a sliding scale of course.)
My mind started changing for the better midway through, with the appearance of Lauren Ambrose-who is awesome in this show. She makes the cartwheel thing (from the promo) funny! If that's not amazing, I don't know what is!!! For some reason, all the jokes started working. I laughed out loud a few times, and could even start to appreciate some of the characters, who before I had simply found annoying and useless.
But there's a big problem here. And I hate to say it, because I hate negative reviews of things, especially people, but it's clearly a problem. I went in with a clear mind, forgetting about Gilmore and all things previously ASP, but almost immediately it was clear to me that Parker Posey's character was a reincarnated Lorelai. Which, by all accounts, would be great, if only it was pulled off. But it's not. Not even close.
Long story short, Gilmore fans are going to be disappointed I fear. Like I said, the show itself rounded out pretty nicely, but, and this is a major but, somehow, ASP and PP have to get over the Lorelai hump. Everytime I would start to see Sarah, (Parker Posey's character), in her own light, they'd throw something towards me that would remind me of Lorelai. I was fighting them at every turn! This character needs something that's not there now. Something is off with her. She's too theatrical and just, well, kind of annoying. LG made the quick and witty dialogue endearing. The way it is now, Posey makes it seem like how Gilmore girls would sound if someone described it to you without actually watching it. All those people who used the, "I hate the unrealistic banter" excuse for not liking Gilmore girls are going to depise JJ.
I haven't watched a sitcom in so long that I couldn't help but be startled by the laugh tracks and applause at the end. This, of course, is not unusual, but caught me off guard immediately. Then there was Parker Posey. I'm a fan, I like her work, but immediately I felt like I didn't like her as this character. Maybe it's because of the obvious similarities to Lorelai, (from Gilmore girls), where PP just didn't deliver where I knew LG could have. Not fair to compare the two actresses, I know, but it was the natural place my mind went. Why? The chatty-chatty dialogue of course. ASP is back in action with the snappy convos and the quick retorts. Did I think it worked? Honestly? No. Just one humble person's opinion, but it just wasn't carried the same. It seemed like ASP was trying direct Posey exactly towards a classic Lorelai performance in nearly every scene. (Including those infamous sad faces!)
First half of the show, it was cringe after cringe of Gilmore moments, (my personal favorite: when NAI-April showed up). The jokes fell short and I wanted to scream at the audience everytime they 'laughed'--"Stop telling me that was supposed to be funny and that I'm supposed to be laughing!" (First step in improving the show: lose the laugh track!)
Okay, this review is not all bad! I swear! By the end, I was satisfied. Don't know if I'm going to be running home to catch new episodes but it's definitely Tivo worthy. (Rating the pilot on a sliding scale of course.)
My mind started changing for the better midway through, with the appearance of Lauren Ambrose-who is awesome in this show. She makes the cartwheel thing (from the promo) funny! If that's not amazing, I don't know what is!!! For some reason, all the jokes started working. I laughed out loud a few times, and could even start to appreciate some of the characters, who before I had simply found annoying and useless.
But there's a big problem here. And I hate to say it, because I hate negative reviews of things, especially people, but it's clearly a problem. I went in with a clear mind, forgetting about Gilmore and all things previously ASP, but almost immediately it was clear to me that Parker Posey's character was a reincarnated Lorelai. Which, by all accounts, would be great, if only it was pulled off. But it's not. Not even close.
Long story short, Gilmore fans are going to be disappointed I fear. Like I said, the show itself rounded out pretty nicely, but, and this is a major but, somehow, ASP and PP have to get over the Lorelai hump. Everytime I would start to see Sarah, (Parker Posey's character), in her own light, they'd throw something towards me that would remind me of Lorelai. I was fighting them at every turn! This character needs something that's not there now. Something is off with her. She's too theatrical and just, well, kind of annoying. LG made the quick and witty dialogue endearing. The way it is now, Posey makes it seem like how Gilmore girls would sound if someone described it to you without actually watching it. All those people who used the, "I hate the unrealistic banter" excuse for not liking Gilmore girls are going to depise JJ.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Dude! Your Car's Been Toad!
So the good news is, I'm officially nocturnal. The bad news? The sun is rising and I'm wide awake. Maybe not wide awake. I'm a little punchy. (For instance, I currently think replacing "towed" with "toad" is hilarious!) Further proof of this is when I pulled into the driveway a few minutes ago, talking to my east coast sister on the phone, I shushed her and insisted there was a rattlesnake in my front yard. Upon further investigation, it was the neighbors sprinklers.
Today, while all of you were at work, and I was spending my day lounging waiting for my nightshift to begin, I watched as a car was towed from my street. I wondered what exactly their indiscretion had been, but figured it was probably just a run-of-the-mill repossession or something.
Well, tonight, or this morning rather, upon returning home from work, I took my dog out for a tiny little walk. How can a tiny walk be little you ask? Well, it's to the street and back. She pees, yawns, leads me back inside. There you have it: tiny little.
Okay so I'm walking cautiously to the street, (watching out for rattlesnakes mind you), and I see a man in a suit walking down the sidewalk. It's one of those situations where the person doesn't see you, but you know when they do, it's going to startle them. Well, right before I got to my fake-cough to announce my presence stage, he noticed me and almost seems to duck away from me at first. It was odd. He looked like your standard business man, nice suit and tie, going in for an early morning in the office. But he was looking for something. And I watched him as he passed my house, and looked back confused. Then it struck me: he was looking for his car.
A few things. First of all, where had this man been? This car was towed around 2pm yesterday afternoon, and now it is 5:30am. He seemed a little unfamiliar with the area, and although I certainly don't recognize everyone in my neighborhood, I had never seen this guy before. And if he was a business man, as one would assume from his attire, wouldn't he have had to work yesterday? I ponder the possibilities because, let's face it, I'm nosey and want to know everything about people that strike my fancy. Okay, "fancy" is not the right word there. Or maybe it is. What I mean is, people who I find interesting or intriguing.
Okay, secondly, this car was not a super-fancy car. It was not a Rolls or Benz. (Yes, I just said "Rolls" and "Benz".) This guy seems well enough off that he wouldn't be getting his Honda repossessed. Especially if he was the over-achieving business man I painted him as in my first impression.
Thirdly, and this only occured to me after the fact, but was he reaching for a gun or something when he saw me? He seemed to go for something. Maybe it was pepper-spray or his pocket-protector, but he sure was jumpy.
So what does this spell out? Sketchy.
i decided to toss out my first impression and formulate a new one.
On Sunday evening he went to dinner was some of his associates. They discussed their sketchy business matters and what not. "Swifty", as he prefers to be called, is a major drug addict. The other members invite him over to one of their houses and insist he park miles away. Here, they go on an all night drug binge where they play a fierce and psychedelic game of D&D. Soon enough, Sunday evening turns into Monday morning and they're still at it. Finally, around 5pm, they all pass out. He wakes up at four, still in his suit from dinner, and decides it's time to head home. He begins his walk, nerves still rattled from the drugs. He's paranoid and jumpy, drug hungover and tired. He gets to the street where he's sure he parked his car, and can't seem to find it. He's so busy looking for said car, he doesn't see the girl walking down her driveway. When he sees movement from the corner of his eye, he turns and reaches for his sword, (that he's sure really exists---or it did a few hours ago anyway), sure that the dragon he had been fighting hours before had returned for round seventeen. He's startled to find that his sword has disappeared but is temporarily relieved that the dragon had also seemed to vanish due to the presence of a mortal and her K-9. He returns to his task at hand: finding his car. Confused, he wonders if he had sold it while on the binge, as it seems to be nowhere around. He then wonders if "Quantum"'s spell had actually worked. He whips out his phone to investigate the situation. Only to be reminded by his pal "Lark" that he stopped paying for his car to save up for his fantasy character figurines and premium rocks. "Rats", he thinks. "Not again."
On another note: I wonder if dogs don't think that we kiss them because we don't lick their faces?
Today, while all of you were at work, and I was spending my day lounging waiting for my nightshift to begin, I watched as a car was towed from my street. I wondered what exactly their indiscretion had been, but figured it was probably just a run-of-the-mill repossession or something.
Well, tonight, or this morning rather, upon returning home from work, I took my dog out for a tiny little walk. How can a tiny walk be little you ask? Well, it's to the street and back. She pees, yawns, leads me back inside. There you have it: tiny little.
Okay so I'm walking cautiously to the street, (watching out for rattlesnakes mind you), and I see a man in a suit walking down the sidewalk. It's one of those situations where the person doesn't see you, but you know when they do, it's going to startle them. Well, right before I got to my fake-cough to announce my presence stage, he noticed me and almost seems to duck away from me at first. It was odd. He looked like your standard business man, nice suit and tie, going in for an early morning in the office. But he was looking for something. And I watched him as he passed my house, and looked back confused. Then it struck me: he was looking for his car.
A few things. First of all, where had this man been? This car was towed around 2pm yesterday afternoon, and now it is 5:30am. He seemed a little unfamiliar with the area, and although I certainly don't recognize everyone in my neighborhood, I had never seen this guy before. And if he was a business man, as one would assume from his attire, wouldn't he have had to work yesterday? I ponder the possibilities because, let's face it, I'm nosey and want to know everything about people that strike my fancy. Okay, "fancy" is not the right word there. Or maybe it is. What I mean is, people who I find interesting or intriguing.
Okay, secondly, this car was not a super-fancy car. It was not a Rolls or Benz. (Yes, I just said "Rolls" and "Benz".) This guy seems well enough off that he wouldn't be getting his Honda repossessed. Especially if he was the over-achieving business man I painted him as in my first impression.
Thirdly, and this only occured to me after the fact, but was he reaching for a gun or something when he saw me? He seemed to go for something. Maybe it was pepper-spray or his pocket-protector, but he sure was jumpy.
So what does this spell out? Sketchy.
i decided to toss out my first impression and formulate a new one.
On Sunday evening he went to dinner was some of his associates. They discussed their sketchy business matters and what not. "Swifty", as he prefers to be called, is a major drug addict. The other members invite him over to one of their houses and insist he park miles away. Here, they go on an all night drug binge where they play a fierce and psychedelic game of D&D. Soon enough, Sunday evening turns into Monday morning and they're still at it. Finally, around 5pm, they all pass out. He wakes up at four, still in his suit from dinner, and decides it's time to head home. He begins his walk, nerves still rattled from the drugs. He's paranoid and jumpy, drug hungover and tired. He gets to the street where he's sure he parked his car, and can't seem to find it. He's so busy looking for said car, he doesn't see the girl walking down her driveway. When he sees movement from the corner of his eye, he turns and reaches for his sword, (that he's sure really exists---or it did a few hours ago anyway), sure that the dragon he had been fighting hours before had returned for round seventeen. He's startled to find that his sword has disappeared but is temporarily relieved that the dragon had also seemed to vanish due to the presence of a mortal and her K-9. He returns to his task at hand: finding his car. Confused, he wonders if he had sold it while on the binge, as it seems to be nowhere around. He then wonders if "Quantum"'s spell had actually worked. He whips out his phone to investigate the situation. Only to be reminded by his pal "Lark" that he stopped paying for his car to save up for his fantasy character figurines and premium rocks. "Rats", he thinks. "Not again."
On another note: I wonder if dogs don't think that we kiss them because we don't lick their faces?
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