Hope y’all had a great Thanksgiving!
It was a pretty quiet holiday, all and all. Me and PERHAPSEVIL had already done the big dinner the weekend before, so ours was just a nice long weekend, free of obligations. I was especially happy not to have to travel anywhere.
We ended up seeing Harry Potter Thursday night, figuring we’d get a jump on the hellish weekend crowds. Even still, there was one little shit who felt the need to give a running commentary throughout the flick. It was obvious that he’d already seen the movie, or he’d read the book to a point where his parents should actually consider urging him to watch more TV...
Parents: the early shows are for your annoying children. That’s why there are matinee prices. The rest of us gladly accept the markup on our tickets so we don’t have to listen to your spawn “express” his or her self during the evening shows.
Ahem…
Friday I learned that when a girl says that she’s going to color her hair, that means don’t bother making any plans for the rest of the day.
I sat patiently on the couch playing Ms. Pac Man, figuring that at any minute now, she’d be ready to go out and do something. …But as five o’clock rolled around and I heard them say, “just one more step,” I knew it was time to give up and order Thai.
But P.E. is a redhead now, so that’s pretty cool!
Saturday we got to see Fiona Apple at the Wiltern. We were up close and personal, and I gotta say, that woman is an intense – almost overpowering – performer. P.E. was a little upset by all the sing-alongers and phone-picers around us, and rightfully so. She puts a lot out there as a performer, and the crowd just seemed a bit… I dunno. …Self-indulgent, or sycophantic, maybe? Like, you wanna shout, “shut up and just appreciate the artist in this moment.”
Oh well…
But it got me thinking: the mobile phone has become the twenty-first century equivalent of the cigarette lighter… with regards to concerts, I mean.
Oh, and speaking of Apples, my ipod died last week.
I knew I’d become addicted to the thing, but I didn’t realize just how much until I had to make a long drive without it. I’m prone to road rage as is, but without my pod I was downright homicidal.
Anyway, I went over to the Apple store on Sunday, and in less than ten minutes I had a brand-spanking-new ipod! As regular readers know, I am something of a cynic when it comes to modern “customer service,” but this experience blew me away. There was no haggling or trying to make the pod’s death look like my fault. The guy just looked at it, went in the back and came out with a new one! So yeah, I dare say my next computer will be an Apple.
OK, must work now. Hope all is well in your universe.
It was a pretty quiet holiday, all and all. Me and PERHAPSEVIL had already done the big dinner the weekend before, so ours was just a nice long weekend, free of obligations. I was especially happy not to have to travel anywhere.
We ended up seeing Harry Potter Thursday night, figuring we’d get a jump on the hellish weekend crowds. Even still, there was one little shit who felt the need to give a running commentary throughout the flick. It was obvious that he’d already seen the movie, or he’d read the book to a point where his parents should actually consider urging him to watch more TV...
Parents: the early shows are for your annoying children. That’s why there are matinee prices. The rest of us gladly accept the markup on our tickets so we don’t have to listen to your spawn “express” his or her self during the evening shows.
Ahem…
Friday I learned that when a girl says that she’s going to color her hair, that means don’t bother making any plans for the rest of the day.
I sat patiently on the couch playing Ms. Pac Man, figuring that at any minute now, she’d be ready to go out and do something. …But as five o’clock rolled around and I heard them say, “just one more step,” I knew it was time to give up and order Thai.
But P.E. is a redhead now, so that’s pretty cool!
Saturday we got to see Fiona Apple at the Wiltern. We were up close and personal, and I gotta say, that woman is an intense – almost overpowering – performer. P.E. was a little upset by all the sing-alongers and phone-picers around us, and rightfully so. She puts a lot out there as a performer, and the crowd just seemed a bit… I dunno. …Self-indulgent, or sycophantic, maybe? Like, you wanna shout, “shut up and just appreciate the artist in this moment.”
Oh well…
But it got me thinking: the mobile phone has become the twenty-first century equivalent of the cigarette lighter… with regards to concerts, I mean.
Oh, and speaking of Apples, my ipod died last week.
I knew I’d become addicted to the thing, but I didn’t realize just how much until I had to make a long drive without it. I’m prone to road rage as is, but without my pod I was downright homicidal.
Anyway, I went over to the Apple store on Sunday, and in less than ten minutes I had a brand-spanking-new ipod! As regular readers know, I am something of a cynic when it comes to modern “customer service,” but this experience blew me away. There was no haggling or trying to make the pod’s death look like my fault. The guy just looked at it, went in the back and came out with a new one! So yeah, I dare say my next computer will be an Apple.
OK, must work now. Hope all is well in your universe.
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