Five years ago today, my mother met me after work and we went out to see my coworker’s husband play a St. Patrick’s Day gig with his band. Realizing that we didn’t frequently get a chance to have a night out, just the two of us, Mom and I snuck out of the gig early. For lack of any better idea, we decided on seeing a film and I called the cinema to find out what was playing. I vaguely remembered seeing an ad for one of the titles, that it’d looked good, and it was opening that night, so we decided to see it.
The film was V for Vendetta.
Strange how such a small and seemingly random chain of events can utterly change the course of one’s life. Continue reading
I love Netflix‘s “Watch Instantly” feature. At the touch of a few buttons, any number of films and television shows can zoom across the Interwebs, straight to my television. So on a whim, I can take a chance on a completely new film I’d somehow missed.
I just finished watching TiMER, an indie rom-com from earlier this year that examines a question I’ve often entertained, as a 31-year-old single woman. What if you had a countdown telling you exactly when you’d meet your soulmate?
The ever-delightful-but-would-someone-please-feed-her-a-dozen-burgers-so-I-can-no-longer-count-her-ribs Emma Caulfield stars as Oona, an orthodontist approaching 30 whose TiMER is blank, meaning her One hasn’t had his TiMER implanted yet. So she takes boyfriend after boyfriend into an eHarmony-dialed-to-11 shop in the hopes that his brand-new TiMER will chime with hers, indicating that they’re meant to spend the rest of their lives together. Of course, boyfriend after boyfriend’s new TiMERs end up showing countdowns, meaning their One is still out there and leaving Oona with the question whether to keep enjoying what they have until he meets Her, or walk away from him. Invariably, she walks. (I’m amused that Emma is Buffy the Vampire Slayer alumna Anya, the demon you could call upon to punish the partner who just broke your heart.)
As with most silliness these days, this began on Twitter, when I said, “Since I mentioned #portal: Someone at #cvg2010 was wearing a #thecakeisalie T-shirt. Made me grin lots.”
In reply, @fetfet50 said, “@ButMadNNW That is a triumph.” And from there, well, this happened:
“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.” ~ Lao Tzu
In many ways, I function better with a soundtrack.
Almost from the moment I first climbed behind the wheel of a car (okay, after I gained enough competency to fool the state of Wisconsin into giving me a piece of plastic with my name and photo on it), I noticed that I am a better driver when there’s music playing. Continue reading
What a day!
HF and I were up by 5:45am to get to the Mall of America for the 2010 Susan G. Komen Twin Cities Race for the Cure (the 18th anniversary of the event). The 5K Walk wasn’t until 9:00am, but there was plenty to keep us busy until then. There was the aerobic warm-up led by Minnesota Vikings cheerleaders at 7:00am. There were numerous tents and booths, giving out everything from information to keychains to ribbon-shaped bagels to Yoplait yogurt. And we had to park so far out that by the time we walked all the swag out to the car to drop it off, walked back, walked around inside the Mall some, we figure we added another 5 miles to the “official” 3.1 miles of the Walk. Continue reading
(Okay, okay, my hair’s not that frizzy.)
This is a bit of an experiment on my part – since I’ve never before recorded myself like this – as well as being an exercise in speaking/presenting. Strictly speaking, it’s not psychology-related; and yet it is, as an exercise in expressive speaking for the online course I’m currently taking Continue reading
I did have a Very Serious™ psychology-related topic about which I was going to post today, but then I got completely distracted watching YouTube videos of dancing soldiers Continue reading