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timerippleFunny story about this song. It’s used to great effect in one of the episodes of Veronica Mars I re-watched, and I’ve had those few lines stuck in my head on and off for a few weeks now. So I looked up the soundtrack, and the library system doesn’t have it. So I looked up the artist, who (it turns out) appears on the Roswell soundtrack. It was only after ten minutes of tooling around on YouTube that I remembered that I HAVE the Roswell soundtrack.
It obviously didn’t strike me back in the day when I was watching Roswell for the first time, the way some of the original Roswell songs did (FAIL, DVD PEOPLE. EPIC FAIL). Funny how context changes things, what strikes me. I probably wouldn’t just listen this song on its own (hence forgetting I owned it), but with emotional or artistic context it’s suddenly interesting.
I also spent about ten minutes working out that all of the various ways “where the sun never goes out” could be interpreted basically mean the same thing. Goes out like a lamp; goes out of a house; goes out clubbing (hey, this is Art. It doesn’t have to make sense). Unless you were outside the house, in which case it doesn’t mean the same thing.
Look, there was probably still some residual chai swirling around in the old arteries at that point, okay?
I am happy to report that I am no longer high on chai, because I stopped drinking it after I noticed my hands were actually shaking on Sunday. My paper did get done the next day, with much grumbling and hatred and cheesy conclusion fail. Then I lay around in the path of my new rotating fan, slightly damp and whimpering a lot.
The next day I was walking by 7-Eleven and I had a sudden crazy thought. The words “Shut up and drink your Slurpee, kid” floated through my mind (from Troy in 15 Minutes). Slurpee, I said to myself. I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those. Or if I did, it was probably a sip of somebody else’s Cherry Cola something. Curiosity burned. I crossed the street and picked a cup at random. Two minutes later I had my first sip of blue raspberry Slurpee. And you know what, it was AMAZING. I had to go back and get another one after dinner. So cooling! So refreshing! So chemically delicious! Mmmmmm.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Logan Airport: still no free wireless. Oh Boston. Why must you be behind the times? This isn’t historic charm, this is plain old stinginess.
Lalalalalala. I shall go see if the nice gate people want to assign me a seat, or if it’s to be a contest of elbows and luggage. And if there’s any food. I’m sitting next to a Panda Express and it smells pretty good, but I try not to eat anything too pungent before an airplane ride. Probably there won’t be anything open in Houston by the time I get there. Or wireless, either, even if there’s time. Hmph. I should go see if Dunkin’ Donuts is still overcharging their airport customers, then. Yes. Mission!
Later...
Plane has maintenance problem. Slight possibility of making connecting flight in Houston-- new arrival time is same as departure. Will have to run like hell. If not, cushy hotel and first class in the morning. Waiting around for two hours to see if problem is fixable. At least there is air conditioning. Have confirmed that Dunkin’ Donuts is indeed still overcharging. Boston Kreme tasty, although sprinkles rather unnecessary.
Hope hotel has free wireless.
Later still, The Hotel
No wireless. Bah. Nice bed, though.
Apparently we touched down just as my other flight was taking off. Figures. At least did not have to sprint through terminal with full bladder. Also, allegedly flying first class tomorrow to atone for fail. *intrigued* I bet they still charge you for alcohol though. Not that anybody needs alcohol at 9 in the morning. I’m just saying. Was strongly tempted to go to hotel bar, but then would have to shell out more money today. No thank you. Will just lounge around here in sports bra, as did not pack nightshirt. Oooh, TV!
Later still, still The Hotel...
TV boring.
Also also, breakfast voucher. Mind you, most of the breakfasts on the menu cost more than the voucher is for. Still, this can mean only one thing. Waffles!
Thursday, August 6, 2009. Written in Houston terminal.
Waffle so-so. Everything came with choice of bacon or two other kinds of meat-- not exactly vegetarian-friendly. Well, this is Texas after all. Waiter Guy was nice and got me fruit kebabs instead. Mmm strawberries. Houston airport has no free wireless, but does have handy tram system and hotel attached to airport. Also plastic bags for liquids and gels available for those who forgot to bring their own, i.e. everybody. Memo to every other airport in the country: LEARN, GUYS.
Scenery kind of flat, from what I can see. Nice remains of sunrise visible. Prefer not to think about outside temperature.
British kid next to me on plane last night, approximately aged twelve, was reading US paperback copy of City of Bones. Suspect he bought it in airport bookstore, as was near beginning. (Seem to remember UK paperbacks have US covers now too.) He said it was a good book. I told him I’d read it. Go YA! Funny how book recognition can change your initial attitude toward someone. Random British Kid becomes Kid With Shared Literary Tastes, Ergo Ally.
In-flight movie was new Star Trek. Listened to KAT-TUN far too much, rolled eyes at movie.
/flashback
Slept fitfully. Woke up at 4 with headache; took half an hour to figure out that I had a headache and probably couldn’t get back to sleep because of headache. Aleve on empty stomach not pleasant.
Sleepy. Think will go check out bookstore now.
Later, in CA...
At the parents’ house. It is beautiful and cold and may rain later. I spotted some JE fish down at the pond-- apparently a new crop of juniors has been introduced.
Skimmed through Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in the airport bookstore. Was okay until I got to the back description and read “...transforms a masterpiece of world literature into something you’d actually want to read,” at which point I pretty nearly threw it across the store in disgust.
In other news, First Class is kind of overrated. I’d probably be more excited if I’d partaken of breakfast, which nobody told me was included so I naturally assumed I’d have to pay for. Oh well. I wanted to sit there with my stomach growling in time to KAT-TUN anyway.
On the drive home we utterly failed to find a 7-Eleven (because once somebody mentions Slurpees everybody wants one). You guys, my parents’ town is too classy for 7-Eleven. For the first time ever I consider this a grave tragedy.
I’m going to go say hello to the JE fish before I freeze to death from loneliness and also cold, because HELLO CA IS FREEZING. D:
It obviously didn’t strike me back in the day when I was watching Roswell for the first time, the way some of the original Roswell songs did (FAIL, DVD PEOPLE. EPIC FAIL). Funny how context changes things, what strikes me. I probably wouldn’t just listen this song on its own (hence forgetting I owned it), but with emotional or artistic context it’s suddenly interesting.
I also spent about ten minutes working out that all of the various ways “where the sun never goes out” could be interpreted basically mean the same thing. Goes out like a lamp; goes out of a house; goes out clubbing (hey, this is Art. It doesn’t have to make sense). Unless you were outside the house, in which case it doesn’t mean the same thing.
Look, there was probably still some residual chai swirling around in the old arteries at that point, okay?
I am happy to report that I am no longer high on chai, because I stopped drinking it after I noticed my hands were actually shaking on Sunday. My paper did get done the next day, with much grumbling and hatred and cheesy conclusion fail. Then I lay around in the path of my new rotating fan, slightly damp and whimpering a lot.
The next day I was walking by 7-Eleven and I had a sudden crazy thought. The words “Shut up and drink your Slurpee, kid” floated through my mind (from Troy in 15 Minutes). Slurpee, I said to myself. I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those. Or if I did, it was probably a sip of somebody else’s Cherry Cola something. Curiosity burned. I crossed the street and picked a cup at random. Two minutes later I had my first sip of blue raspberry Slurpee. And you know what, it was AMAZING. I had to go back and get another one after dinner. So cooling! So refreshing! So chemically delicious! Mmmmmm.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Logan Airport: still no free wireless. Oh Boston. Why must you be behind the times? This isn’t historic charm, this is plain old stinginess.
Lalalalalala. I shall go see if the nice gate people want to assign me a seat, or if it’s to be a contest of elbows and luggage. And if there’s any food. I’m sitting next to a Panda Express and it smells pretty good, but I try not to eat anything too pungent before an airplane ride. Probably there won’t be anything open in Houston by the time I get there. Or wireless, either, even if there’s time. Hmph. I should go see if Dunkin’ Donuts is still overcharging their airport customers, then. Yes. Mission!
Later...
Plane has maintenance problem. Slight possibility of making connecting flight in Houston-- new arrival time is same as departure. Will have to run like hell. If not, cushy hotel and first class in the morning. Waiting around for two hours to see if problem is fixable. At least there is air conditioning. Have confirmed that Dunkin’ Donuts is indeed still overcharging. Boston Kreme tasty, although sprinkles rather unnecessary.
Hope hotel has free wireless.
Later still, The Hotel
No wireless. Bah. Nice bed, though.
Apparently we touched down just as my other flight was taking off. Figures. At least did not have to sprint through terminal with full bladder. Also, allegedly flying first class tomorrow to atone for fail. *intrigued* I bet they still charge you for alcohol though. Not that anybody needs alcohol at 9 in the morning. I’m just saying. Was strongly tempted to go to hotel bar, but then would have to shell out more money today. No thank you. Will just lounge around here in sports bra, as did not pack nightshirt. Oooh, TV!
Later still, still The Hotel...
TV boring.
Also also, breakfast voucher. Mind you, most of the breakfasts on the menu cost more than the voucher is for. Still, this can mean only one thing. Waffles!
Thursday, August 6, 2009. Written in Houston terminal.
Waffle so-so. Everything came with choice of bacon or two other kinds of meat-- not exactly vegetarian-friendly. Well, this is Texas after all. Waiter Guy was nice and got me fruit kebabs instead. Mmm strawberries. Houston airport has no free wireless, but does have handy tram system and hotel attached to airport. Also plastic bags for liquids and gels available for those who forgot to bring their own, i.e. everybody. Memo to every other airport in the country: LEARN, GUYS.
Scenery kind of flat, from what I can see. Nice remains of sunrise visible. Prefer not to think about outside temperature.
British kid next to me on plane last night, approximately aged twelve, was reading US paperback copy of City of Bones. Suspect he bought it in airport bookstore, as was near beginning. (Seem to remember UK paperbacks have US covers now too.) He said it was a good book. I told him I’d read it. Go YA! Funny how book recognition can change your initial attitude toward someone. Random British Kid becomes Kid With Shared Literary Tastes, Ergo Ally.
In-flight movie was new Star Trek. Listened to KAT-TUN far too much, rolled eyes at movie.
/flashback
Slept fitfully. Woke up at 4 with headache; took half an hour to figure out that I had a headache and probably couldn’t get back to sleep because of headache. Aleve on empty stomach not pleasant.
Sleepy. Think will go check out bookstore now.
Later, in CA...
At the parents’ house. It is beautiful and cold and may rain later. I spotted some JE fish down at the pond-- apparently a new crop of juniors has been introduced.
Skimmed through Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in the airport bookstore. Was okay until I got to the back description and read “...transforms a masterpiece of world literature into something you’d actually want to read,” at which point I pretty nearly threw it across the store in disgust.
In other news, First Class is kind of overrated. I’d probably be more excited if I’d partaken of breakfast, which nobody told me was included so I naturally assumed I’d have to pay for. Oh well. I wanted to sit there with my stomach growling in time to KAT-TUN anyway.
On the drive home we utterly failed to find a 7-Eleven (because once somebody mentions Slurpees everybody wants one). You guys, my parents’ town is too classy for 7-Eleven. For the first time ever I consider this a grave tragedy.
I’m going to go say hello to the JE fish before I freeze to death from loneliness and also cold, because HELLO CA IS FREEZING. D:
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Date: 2009-08-07 07:04 pm (UTC)how long are you in CA for & say hello to your parents & the JE fish for me!
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Date: 2009-08-09 03:00 pm (UTC)The JE fish have gained a new crop of juniors, including one accidental koi!