if i had to make my own survey-meme-thinga-ma-jiggie:
final fantasy or ultima?
diablo or starcraft?
squall leonhart or cloud strife?
wolfram and hart or the master?
hawaii or alaska?
spelunking or glacier scaling?
venetian or bellagio?
ocean’s 13 or the italian job?
gregory peck or christopher plummer?
rogers and hammerstein or merchant and ivory?
austen or bronte?
king lear or macbeth?
t’ang or han?
kublai khan or ramses II?
warrior or blood elf?
athens or sparta?
samurai or ninja?
soondoobu or bulgogi?
beef noodle soup or chicken tom yum?
ralph lauren or dooney&burke?
shangri la or atlantis?
pocahantas or sacajawea?
haagen daaz or ben&jerry?
l.l. bean or eddie bauer?
beach house or mountain cabin?
tile or carpet?
whitney houston or celine dion?
and i can go on and on and on …..
i am like this late-bloomer kinda person. and when it rains — it pours. i love the rain.
newport was supposed to be l.a.???? never crossed my mind…and not only because i played tlj and saw the city when it was a hip and happening place. the fact that the person who sent the email automatically assumed newport to be l.a. fictionalized simply because of a) vague north american location details and b) the fact that it was a city rife with crime and gangs says more about his limited perception than anything else. who said l.a. is defined only by its gang population and high crime rates? and who’s to say that its future may not be filled with an influx of the previous anyway? whatever happened to appreciating the art of fictionalization?! geez. i don’t think the backstory was implying any american cultural decay anyway – rather more of an interesting view of human behavior and all its idiosyncracies. with always a fabulous backdrop with which to poke and prod the inhabitants.
the only culture i felt to be prominently commented on was the nipponese-ness of waticorp wonderland. i’ve read enough scifi projecting from a nipponese cultural base that waticorp seemed more a comment of an inevitable future lifestyle than any criticism per se on the japanese. david wingrove wrote an scifi entire series based on the brilliance and the devasting extravagance of the chinese — doesn’t mean that he was projecting the image of the chinese as overly indulgent, sex-starved maniacs. all stories are based on something but that’s not to say that these stories are ever implying any specific prejudiced views of its subjects.
< sappy >
i love my honey!!!
< / sappy >
and now back to your regularly scheduled anger at the general incompetence of the so-called civilized humanity. kthxbi.
imma total wimp. when did i ever grow a conscience? gain the capacity to feel guilt? and it’s not even totally my fault!!!! stomach’s grumpy, dull headache, and a consistent need to pee even though i haven’t drank much liquid lately. it’s all so damn screwy. if not for my morning wake-up call, i’d be grumpier. meh.
restless. when i get into these moods, i surf the net incessantly looking over nothing in particular. check my stats obsessively. all while my brain endlessly loops through the current emo. though i suppose it’s worse lately because my appetite has shrunk ever more and i’ve this dull stomach ache always threatening to burgeon into a full-fledged nausea sorta thing. and that’s just life i suppose. always some good to balance out what’s currently bad. i can accept that. i think. errr. yieah.
half-asleep. not a morning person. i can feel my head weaving about…slowly revolving in place…
now that the stress of show prep and other unmentionable emotional rollercoasters are over with, i’m sooo ready for some me-time. i need a pedicure. facials. massages. haircut. eyebrow trim. gym membership. new shoes!!!!!
the list will go on. for some reason my wallet isn’t catching up……… boo!
am strongly tempted to kick-back and do Absolutely Nothing until shit hiteth the fan. that will happen soon enough anyway and i will be, as always, dragged in regardless of whether i care to be or not.
i am not tired of life (quite the opposite) — i’m weary of working for someone else. again. boo!
i’ve basically become this big pile of mush. the kind i always derided and made fun of.
and that’s totally a-okay with me. oh noes!!!!!