Sunday, July 11, 2010

I love Netflix. But I'm still pissed about their slow phase out of the friends feature.

I'm currently close to the end of the documentary, No End in Sight. It makes me sad that I really had no idea about the beginnings of this current Iraq war. I like to excuse myself because I was in college - but that's no excuse to be so completely uninformed. It is crazy how decisions were made, how that war was undertaken. And suddenly I feel that much worse for Obama - I think it's almost impossible to fix that situation. I think Bush or maybe Rumsfeld ruined a country. Literally, broke it.

As I'm watching, I really wanted to know who, of my Neflix friends, had watched this and what they had rated it. Before, it was as simple as visiting the movie information page. Now? I don't even know how I'd find that. I wonder if the Netflix API provides friends information and if someone, somewhere is building a "friendly" movie page.

Did you watch it? If so, would love to hear your thoughts.

I recommend this movie to everyone. Fuck you Donald Rumsfeld.

Friday, July 09, 2010

I used to sleep walk. I didn't do it often at all but there is a story that my Mom likes to tell. It was the morning. She was in the kitchen with a friend. I walked into the kitchen and tried to sit on the kitchen trash bin. Apparently I needed to go to the bathroom but was still asleep and thought, in my sleep state, that the kitchen trash was the toilet. She managed to redirect me to the bathroom, no harm done. As far as I know, this was not something I repeated, ever.

But last night, I sleep talked. Not so much sleep talked as woke up loml pointing to the bed side table. In my dream I was excited because I wanted him to take a picture with a logo he had designed and, hooray, there was a camera on the bedside table. In real life, I didn't say any of that, just woke him up pointing at the bedside table. I half woke up myself after he gave me a tissue. He was concerned I had been crying and needed a tissue. Really, I just needed a picture of him with that fantastic logo.

When I woke up this morning, I noticed a tissue next to me. And thought, oh shit...that all actually happened.

Monday, July 05, 2010

It is proof that it was a lovely weekend when you step in cat puke barefooted and don't seem to mind that much; when your stomach is really unhappy and it doesn't matter. A little 409 on the bottom of said foot, doing nothing all day to humor your stomach...and everything is perfect.

I am tempted to do a marathon post here about everything that's been happening in my life for the past few months. I promise it's been more than just knitting and paper craft. I do admit though, ripping up paper and playing with rubber cement has been helping distract me from stress. I'll write more about the stress soon.

My grandma has Alzheimer's and it has slowly been getting worse. Yesterday was the first time I really saw her so confused - she was mistaking people for her mother (loml being one of them). She also can't seem to find words for the things she fears she has lost (which she hasn't). We're fairly sure she was trying to find a "lost" key that she was holding. She described it thus:
  • the black thing
  • the thing that you put in the city
  • the part
  • the part that looks like a clock
  • (pointing to a plate with american flags on it) like this
My Dad and his siblings mostly remember a fairly stern, mean Mom. She believed in whacking children with brushes and as recently as a few years ago did not hesitate to call her son an asshole. But I remember a really involved grandma that would have us over for sleepovers and let us go through her large collections of junk and take stuff. Who painted and would help us paint pictures. Who had big dogs and was kind of awesome to us.

She is a completely different person now. And it's sad and weird to know that the grandma I knew...even though she's alive and well, is no longer with us.