Monday, March 03, 2003
Love! Hate! Anger! Happiness! Joy and sadness and wonder and boredom and so on! It was the weekend of new beginnings and old endings and long-awaited confrontations and unexpected happenings. It was, in short, the weekend of life, and it created much fodder for this here blog, but I don't think I can post much of it without getting myself rather deep in the proverbial dog doo.
It was the Drummond birthday on Saturday, so Happy Birthday to Stephanie and Brian! I've no idea if either one of them reads this turkey, but I like to mention it just for the nicety.
We had a lovely breakfast for Stephanie on Saturday. Once I got over the horror of waking up so very early on a weekend, I rather enjoyed it. I think the last 5 pictures on my camera are all just of Stephanie. There was a birthday strudel in the place of a birthday cake, since it was morning. Kate ate a piece of it before anyone put the candles in it, so Stephanie blew out her birthday candles on a strudel with a piece missing. Shameful, shameful Kate.
Then we bio folks left to work on our Book of Time. We worked from about 11:30 to 6, with a lunch break and some minor breaks during the working time, but there was usually at least one person doing work the whole time through. That is a long time to do biology. We still haven't finished the Book of Time. I am beginning to think that the ending is something elusive, like a deer, that will run away in fear whenever we approach it. Hopefully we will be able to capture and slay the deer, so that we may present it's hide to our biology teacher, but this is one damn fearful deer, and it is doing everything in it's power to avoid the danger that we represent.
Oh, on Friday night WE SAW A FOX!!!! It was incredible! We were just driving along and I was staring out the window, and suddenly I saw this fox! It had a great big bushy tail, and everything else that foxes generally have. I got so excited that I started thumping on the car and squealing happily, until someone expressed concern that I was going to deploy the airbag in my joy. Then I desisted.
Anyways. On Saturday, after we Book of Time-ed, we went to see a Far From Heaven. It was quite good. It's one of those movies whose plot is poised on the edge of a knife (as I gracefully steal metaphors from Tolkein). Stray too far in one direction or another, and the whole thing will fall into disgrace and suck-i-ness. This one walked the line, though, and stayed within the bounds of tastefulness, and it was a very good movie. I just mixed way too many metaphors in that, but you know what I mean. At least, you ought to.
It's also one of those movies that a lot of people could just despise. I know a number of people who probably would hate it. But they are senseless Philistines, so their opinions should not be counted.
Then we came back, and daggers were thrown from eyes, and then we ate dinner, and watched a movie chez Maura that was so mind-numbingly bad that I was unable to use my proper cognitive processes for quite some time. I think it was called the Sweetest Thing, or something very much like that. It was horrible. Horrible. Singing, dancing, mindless sex, and a script that was both self-aware and completely oblivious. I shudder at the memory of it.
Then I came home and Noah was also just getting home, so Kate and I had words with him. Then Kate left because she was cold (fortitude, Kate! Fortitude!) so Noah and I chatted and expressed all sorts of joy and I was very happy. I am so proud of him. Eventually I went in because it was getting rather late and rather chill and, due to my usual wisdom, I didn't have a jacket on.
Then I went to sleep, and I did that most of Sunday, since cat knows I deserved it.
And that was my weekend. There was a lot more intense emotionally baggage being rocketed around, and I'm pretty sure that a lot of people got really mad at a lot of other people, and then they made up, and then they got mad again. Oh, it was good times. And Noah has found love, which is always good times. Oh, and there's such scandal here, such wonderful scandal, and I love it, because it is all so thoroughly amusing.
I must run, the class, it is a-endin', but I leave you with love and sheer, lunatic, existential JOY.