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Jun. 3rd, 2002 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceI'm alone and I'm an easy target
I downloaded three, 10 second clips of the infamous Nirvana song "You Know You're Right" last week. Pretty good stuff. I wish that Courtney Love would shut her Hole and let the unreleased material go out as planned. She was never in the band, why should she have a say in it? I was thinking last week about Frances Bean, their child. How amazing it must be to have Kurt for a dad and how utterly tragic it must be to have Courtney for a mom. How's that for cruel fate?
The weekend was wicked fun but rather busy too. The Invasion of the Cousins was fun, but tiring. We swam, ordered pizzas and watched "The Princess Bride" before chatting a bit and heading to bed. Saturday we went to Balloon Fest, but it was rather boring. No flying of the hot air balloons, since it was really windy. Got some lunch and then dropped off the girls back home.
Returned to Oshkosh and went to see Spiderman. It was good, but not great. Dialogue needed some improvements, but visually it was everything I thought it would be. Kevin Smith accurately summed it up right about here.
Sunday was my niece's birthday party in Appleton, which was pretty fun. More time with family and a feast, as per usual. I got to video tape the opening of the presents and the mashing of the cake. What an age to be alive.
If anyone has a bunch of money that they don't need, please send it to me. I just found out face to face is playing in England with Green Day in mid-June. Could that possible be the best concert a fan-boy like me could ever want? Yes, yes it could.
Marie and I had a good talk on the ride home, re-emphasizing the importance of communication and some things that we need to change in our relationship. All productive and mostly overdue. We had just been going on AutoPilot a little too long. It's also come to my attention that I need to have a Talk with my brother. I thought things would work themselves out, but they haven't. I've been quiet for too long.
Had a sad encounter on Saturday after the movie. Marie, upon entering my car on the passenger side, commented about the astonishing amount of birdshit on her door. I examined it and agreed with her assessment that it appeared as if someone took handfuls of said defecation and hurled them at my car at impossible speeds. Calculating the number of times I've been to the gas station and not cleaned off my windshield with the provided squeege, I figured I could remedy my fresh coat of poo with a few swipes.
I pulled into the gas station and parked next to a pump, since I figured parking off to the side and going to retrieve a squeege would draw even more attention to myself. I unholstered the squeege and began the washing process, figuring that I would get "caught" using free, dirty water and a free, dirty squeege instead of going to the car wash. A voice behind me startled me.
"Excuse me, can you give me a hand?"
I turned and saw a woman, in her mid-60s, smiling nervously at me.
"I'm having trouble getting gas; I've never done this before."
"Sure, I'll be right there."
I quickly finished the job (which in reality was me simply smearing the poo around) and headed over to her car.
"I can't get the cap off, it says pull and turn down, but I can't get it."
Treating it like the cap of an aspirin bottle, I pushed in and turned the gas cap until it came open. I then instructed her to press the "Pay Inside" button, lift the nozzle, and go through the rest of the motions. It struck me as odd that a woman her age had never gotten gas before, but I sort of shrugged it off.
I returned to my car to wash off the windshield and side window. A few moments later I heard her voice again from behind me.
"I couldn't get the cap all the way back on, but I figured it was good enough."
I walked back over to her car and made sure it was fastened on and the door was closed.
"I lost my husband a few weeks back and never had to do this before."
The words hit my like a bucket of ice water and I profusely apologized, as if I had somehow hid her husband from her. She thanked me for my help and tottered her way into the covenience store to pay for her newly acquired fuel. I wanted to go after her, to give her my phone number and let her know if she needed any more help, she could just call me. But the moment had passed and I figured my offer might scare her. Hell, we didn't even know each other's names. I got back in my car and recounted the story to Marie.
In my head, I thanked the woman for the lesson and I was reminded of Aldous Huxley's last words.
"Let us be kinder to one another."
I downloaded three, 10 second clips of the infamous Nirvana song "You Know You're Right" last week. Pretty good stuff. I wish that Courtney Love would shut her Hole and let the unreleased material go out as planned. She was never in the band, why should she have a say in it? I was thinking last week about Frances Bean, their child. How amazing it must be to have Kurt for a dad and how utterly tragic it must be to have Courtney for a mom. How's that for cruel fate?
The weekend was wicked fun but rather busy too. The Invasion of the Cousins was fun, but tiring. We swam, ordered pizzas and watched "The Princess Bride" before chatting a bit and heading to bed. Saturday we went to Balloon Fest, but it was rather boring. No flying of the hot air balloons, since it was really windy. Got some lunch and then dropped off the girls back home.
Returned to Oshkosh and went to see Spiderman. It was good, but not great. Dialogue needed some improvements, but visually it was everything I thought it would be. Kevin Smith accurately summed it up right about here.
Sunday was my niece's birthday party in Appleton, which was pretty fun. More time with family and a feast, as per usual. I got to video tape the opening of the presents and the mashing of the cake. What an age to be alive.
If anyone has a bunch of money that they don't need, please send it to me. I just found out face to face is playing in England with Green Day in mid-June. Could that possible be the best concert a fan-boy like me could ever want? Yes, yes it could.
Marie and I had a good talk on the ride home, re-emphasizing the importance of communication and some things that we need to change in our relationship. All productive and mostly overdue. We had just been going on AutoPilot a little too long. It's also come to my attention that I need to have a Talk with my brother. I thought things would work themselves out, but they haven't. I've been quiet for too long.
Had a sad encounter on Saturday after the movie. Marie, upon entering my car on the passenger side, commented about the astonishing amount of birdshit on her door. I examined it and agreed with her assessment that it appeared as if someone took handfuls of said defecation and hurled them at my car at impossible speeds. Calculating the number of times I've been to the gas station and not cleaned off my windshield with the provided squeege, I figured I could remedy my fresh coat of poo with a few swipes.
I pulled into the gas station and parked next to a pump, since I figured parking off to the side and going to retrieve a squeege would draw even more attention to myself. I unholstered the squeege and began the washing process, figuring that I would get "caught" using free, dirty water and a free, dirty squeege instead of going to the car wash. A voice behind me startled me.
"Excuse me, can you give me a hand?"
I turned and saw a woman, in her mid-60s, smiling nervously at me.
"I'm having trouble getting gas; I've never done this before."
"Sure, I'll be right there."
I quickly finished the job (which in reality was me simply smearing the poo around) and headed over to her car.
"I can't get the cap off, it says pull and turn down, but I can't get it."
Treating it like the cap of an aspirin bottle, I pushed in and turned the gas cap until it came open. I then instructed her to press the "Pay Inside" button, lift the nozzle, and go through the rest of the motions. It struck me as odd that a woman her age had never gotten gas before, but I sort of shrugged it off.
I returned to my car to wash off the windshield and side window. A few moments later I heard her voice again from behind me.
"I couldn't get the cap all the way back on, but I figured it was good enough."
I walked back over to her car and made sure it was fastened on and the door was closed.
"I lost my husband a few weeks back and never had to do this before."
The words hit my like a bucket of ice water and I profusely apologized, as if I had somehow hid her husband from her. She thanked me for my help and tottered her way into the covenience store to pay for her newly acquired fuel. I wanted to go after her, to give her my phone number and let her know if she needed any more help, she could just call me. But the moment had passed and I figured my offer might scare her. Hell, we didn't even know each other's names. I got back in my car and recounted the story to Marie.
In my head, I thanked the woman for the lesson and I was reminded of Aldous Huxley's last words.
"Let us be kinder to one another."
