2005-08-29, 05:49 PM — if my house moved, i'd take it
I may have a part-time job that makes me cringe to think about, and be too tired to even eat at the end of the day, but hey, it could be worse. I could live in New Orleans.
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In other news, fishy took me to see Miyazaki's Howl's Moving Castle yesterday. I can't get over how much I adore Miyazaki's work and view of the world. It's one of the most enjoyable films I've seen in a while, and I've seen some pretty good films lately. It breaks my heart to know it's not going to be released on DVD until spring, but there we go.
It's ... not quite as good as Spirited Away, I guess, although it's hard to compare. Miyazaki does have a habit of making very memorable films with really trite, forgettable endings. Same with Howl, but that's all right. The beginning and middle bits are worth the rather abrupt, cliched ending.
So, there. Highly recommended. It was a good weekend.
2005-08-24, 10:22 PM — are you happy now?
So. Life is fairly complicated. There is nothing like a wedding to introduce one to this fact. As the sort of bride who wants everyone to be happy at my wedding, I think I am making things far more complicated than they need to be.
I don't need to hear any more about how it's not necessarily my job to make sure everyone is happy. I realize that the purpose of the day is not so that everyone is happy. Also, I agree that if anyone is unhappy, the fact that it is my wedding means that I will probably not hear about it, nor should I. I'm good with all that.
That said, I can't stop worrying about it, despite the fact that I'm good with all of it. I'm getting bogged down with stupid details that probably don't really make a big difference, and things that anyone in their right mind shouldn't worry about.
Most of the people at the wedding are going to be adults. The kids who are going to be at the wedding are at least as well-behaved as most adults I know, and are far less likely to be offended than the adults are. I don't want people to be inconvenienced... heaven forbid that I inconvenience anyone on one of the most important days of my life.
Gah. If anyone knows a good remedy for stressing about this stuff, short of lobotomy, please let me know. I'd be happy to hear about it.
2005-08-18, 10:40 PM — podo-deficient
For my birthday this year, one of the things I received was a digital podometer. You know, one of those little things that clips onto your pants and tells you how many steps you've taken while you're wearing it? This one is supposedly better than the one found in a box of Kellog's cereal, but I think there's probably only so far one can go with this technology.
No, I take that back, but my point stands -- without actually hooking up to my legs to measure the appropriate electrical impulses from my muscles, there's probably only so far one can go with this technology.
The mechanism that measures steps seems to involve some sort of little loose thing inside that jumps up and down when my hip moves up and down. Thus, other movements (like shaking it, for example) also increase the step count. I figure that the steps I take without it on are probably compensated for by the pretend steps that are recorded every time I sit down. Also, I think I probably recorded some steps today while driving the car over bumps, which is kind of like anti-walking.
So, no, my podometer isn't foolproof. But one thing it has done is convinced me that I do need to walk more. Apparently a healthy person walks over 10 000 steps in a day. Even with the bumps in the car and the sitting down I'm barely hitting 6 000. That's 4 000 steps short! And many of those steps are me getting up from the computer to go to the kitchen to get a snack!
I'm in trouble, folks. Look for me to do random jumping jacks and/or running on the spot in the next few weeks.