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Yesterday was a fair amount of running around. Bob told me about a protest against the war the night before, and I wanted to go. So he picked me up at 10:30am and we drove around the Capitol building and got a really good parking spot. It was either misting or raining the whole time, and the energy was pretty low. Also, I'd initially thought it was a march, but instead it was a bunch of us standing at the steps of the Capitol building listening to speakers. There were protest singers singing (and chanting and cheerleading) protest songs, and signs waved, and people in costumes. My favorite was the fellow in the business attire with the Bush mask, led around by a leash attached to a dog collar around his neck, by a woman dressed like Satan. He even had little toy six-shooters.
So we all stood around and cheered and sang and so on. There was a bunch of people, one nice policeman said he guessed about a thousand. One speaker was a man who'd gotten in trouble for taking food and medicine into Iraq. He made the very wise and probably hard to swallow point that we must not demonize our leaders the way our leaders are demonizing the Iraqis. I was happy to see the crowd gave him big applause for this point, even though there were plenty of laughs and jeers made at Bush's expense. The 'for the children' rhetoric was annoyingly heavy, but not surprising. It's like the speakers assume that if they say a million Iraqis are starving we won't give a rat's behind, but when they point out that half of them are children, why, that's terrible! I didn't move around much, though of course Bob circulated like a monkey on crack and seemed to know half the people there. He was a pal though and drove me home, though it meant he missed the RAVE act (Reducing Americans' Vulnerability to Ecstasy Act, which would make club owners and party even sponsors and hosts responsible if anyone is caught with an illegal substance- yes, absurd) protest scheduled for later that day.
After a bit of recharge time, we went to Ellen's to watch 'Y Tu Mama Tambien', a movie that was sold as a sophisticated sexual adventure movie, but really wasn't. I mean, it was about sex, and there were subtitles, but it just spooled through a story without being very engaging or even having that much sex in it. Ellen did say it was the cut version (Blockbuster probably didn't want to carry the unrated version) but even so. Still, it was cute and had it's funny moments. She then tried to tempt us to watch 'Brotherhood of the Wolf', which looked really interesting but I wanted to head home.
We stopped at the store and something was weird; we got really snappy at each other for no real reason. This continued through the evening, but we both recognized it and tried to head it off as much as possible. It may have been the weather- we've gotten rain for a couple of weeks it seems with no break. I made dinner and we discovered another thing the cable company is trying. It's pay-per-view that starts when you want it to start, as if you were in a hotel room. So we decided to watch 'Queen of the Damned.'
It was all pixelated for a lot of it, which was irritating as hell. We haven't gotten a really good signal for months. Also, the movie was... I hate to say it... boring. It just sort of lay there. I didn't really feel much for any of the characters, and hub even fell asleep at one point. Not an improvement on 'Interview with the Vampire', which was pretty good I thought. Instead of Tom Cruise (who was a surprisingly good Lestat) they had this guy I've never heard of- Stuart Townsend. He was very pretty, and had no pores at all. But he was a lot of style without much substance. And had a weird accent too. Lestat is supposedly French, so I guess that's what he was shooting for, though Tom Cruise didn't really bother, as far as I recall.
We turned the clocks back! Now the clock in my car is correct! I do so loathe Daylight Savings Time, and am happy to be back to real time. I swear, there is no good reason for DST. And it's nice to wake up when it's light again, though that'll change due to oncoming winter soon enough.
One of the neons bought it this morning, now I have nine. I really need to get better filtration; I guess I'll do that when I get paid Friday.
So we all stood around and cheered and sang and so on. There was a bunch of people, one nice policeman said he guessed about a thousand. One speaker was a man who'd gotten in trouble for taking food and medicine into Iraq. He made the very wise and probably hard to swallow point that we must not demonize our leaders the way our leaders are demonizing the Iraqis. I was happy to see the crowd gave him big applause for this point, even though there were plenty of laughs and jeers made at Bush's expense. The 'for the children' rhetoric was annoyingly heavy, but not surprising. It's like the speakers assume that if they say a million Iraqis are starving we won't give a rat's behind, but when they point out that half of them are children, why, that's terrible! I didn't move around much, though of course Bob circulated like a monkey on crack and seemed to know half the people there. He was a pal though and drove me home, though it meant he missed the RAVE act (Reducing Americans' Vulnerability to Ecstasy Act, which would make club owners and party even sponsors and hosts responsible if anyone is caught with an illegal substance- yes, absurd) protest scheduled for later that day.
After a bit of recharge time, we went to Ellen's to watch 'Y Tu Mama Tambien', a movie that was sold as a sophisticated sexual adventure movie, but really wasn't. I mean, it was about sex, and there were subtitles, but it just spooled through a story without being very engaging or even having that much sex in it. Ellen did say it was the cut version (Blockbuster probably didn't want to carry the unrated version) but even so. Still, it was cute and had it's funny moments. She then tried to tempt us to watch 'Brotherhood of the Wolf', which looked really interesting but I wanted to head home.
We stopped at the store and something was weird; we got really snappy at each other for no real reason. This continued through the evening, but we both recognized it and tried to head it off as much as possible. It may have been the weather- we've gotten rain for a couple of weeks it seems with no break. I made dinner and we discovered another thing the cable company is trying. It's pay-per-view that starts when you want it to start, as if you were in a hotel room. So we decided to watch 'Queen of the Damned.'
It was all pixelated for a lot of it, which was irritating as hell. We haven't gotten a really good signal for months. Also, the movie was... I hate to say it... boring. It just sort of lay there. I didn't really feel much for any of the characters, and hub even fell asleep at one point. Not an improvement on 'Interview with the Vampire', which was pretty good I thought. Instead of Tom Cruise (who was a surprisingly good Lestat) they had this guy I've never heard of- Stuart Townsend. He was very pretty, and had no pores at all. But he was a lot of style without much substance. And had a weird accent too. Lestat is supposedly French, so I guess that's what he was shooting for, though Tom Cruise didn't really bother, as far as I recall.
We turned the clocks back! Now the clock in my car is correct! I do so loathe Daylight Savings Time, and am happy to be back to real time. I swear, there is no good reason for DST. And it's nice to wake up when it's light again, though that'll change due to oncoming winter soon enough.
One of the neons bought it this morning, now I have nine. I really need to get better filtration; I guess I'll do that when I get paid Friday.
