No WAY

Not to be redundant or use blogger as a notepad, but I found these Entertainment Weekly (online) "Lost" notes really interesting:

- The logo from the food in the hatch (and Desmond's jumpsuit) is on the tail of the shark that goes after Michael and Sawyer
- Hurley's numbers, when added up, equal 108, which is the number that comes up when Locke "executes" the computer
- Apparently the punchline on the snowman thing is "Do you smell carrots" ... which, eh ... I found to be really funny, but completely meaningless in terms of plot revelation.

The most far-fetched is the theory that it's all time travel - Desmond, passengers, the whole bit - and that the lotto/hatch numbers (4 8 15 16 23 42) correspond to the years of the time travel experiment (2004, 2005, 2015, etc ...). The person with that theory has a lot of free time on their hands. I envy them.

There Are No Wrong Answers (except that one)

So far this whole university thing is pretty manageable. Today is the last crazy day of the week (tomorrow it's work-school-work as opposed to work-school-work-school) so the jury is still out on how this is going with the work schedule. I will say this: when I'm in class all day Monday and Wednesday, I honestly don't give a hoot what's going on at the office.

The breakdown:
- Comparative Lit - honestly, at first I wasn't very interested. It probably had more to do with the fact that they keep changing the effing classroom (at least they gave us notice the last time) than anything else. I like the instructor well enough, but the class, being at 8 in the morning, is primarily dead-headed and I don't envy her the task of waking us up. The best she had was a bizarre debate over poetry as performance between loud-mouth poetry defender A and loud-mouth I-don't-get-it-so-it-can't-be-good detractor B. Both were absent or asleep in the second class, thank God.
- Italian - if I didn't have to sit next to Signorina Chatterbox ("I saved you a seat! My boyfriend lives in Korea and he called me this morning at 5 am so I'm SOOOOOOOOOO tired.") it might be fun. Most of the time it's irritating. In fact, I may just keep a daily blog of our conversations. Today's entry: we're assigned names and places so we can introduce ourselves to our classmates. I get to be Nico from Naples, which I think is pretty cool. "Nico? What's that mean?" It doesn't mean anything. It's a name, and it happens to be the name of a singer who sang with the Velvet Underground. "Who?" (followed by slant-eyed/suspicious look, like I made up the name) "You're weird."
- Tai Chi - come on, you have to make a ball before you can part the wild horse's mane and you still have to infuse yourself with a column of golden light. It's harder than you think.
- Mass Media and Society - big class, lively instructor ... so far it looks like it's going to win for most interesting and worthwhile.
- Writing 121 - why do I always get stuck in the discussion groups who know all the answers (and are way off the point) and would rather discuss their 4 PE classes than the writing topic? Is it just me? Kids, kids ... have you done the reading? It was only 4 freakin' pages. You can't make some time for that? The instructor's understanding of Tom Waits also leaves something to be desired, however he gets marks for exposing the kids to it and, to be fair, he was using it to make a specific point so it wasn't worth debating ... so I guess I can let it slide. That said, I should probably look into testing out of the class.

5:15 -- off to work.

Carry On Academia

Today is the first day of school (go Ducks).

I've got new clothes (only worn once ... by me; I don't know how many times by someone else) and my backpack's packed. All of my Comp Lit books are read and notated, Media and Culture is read and notated, and I can say "Dove la Piazza San Marco", so I think I'll do okay in Italian. Writing 121 ... I'm just going to wing it.

On the downside: I'm (on average) 20 years older than my fellow co-eds. I have allergies kicking my ass and, since that incredibly bad reaction to Benedryl last week, I can't take a damn thing to clear them. And I won't have time to grab a second cup of coffee until 11:00. Lord only knows when I'll have a chance to pee.

But I've got new, clean underwear on and I think that will make all the difference.

And I'm not at work -- Whooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I'll bet you didn't know ...

Firemen no longer get your cat out of a tree.

I know this because I called them.

Because my cat was in a tree for an hour and a half.

Now, I know an hour and a half is not a long time for a cat to be in a tree, but when she's crying and panting with that slack-jawed, crazy-cat face and your entire neighborhood has been trying to get her down, an hour and a half can really drag.

What got her out? Jax, the boy cat who lives next-door, came by and, rather than cry like a baby and shame herself in front of him, Cat decided to drop 6 feet to the ground ... landing on her back.

So, okay, it was corny to call the fire department, but when Friskies Salmon Dinner doesn't work you tend to reach for the desperate measures.

That said, today is my last Monday at work (it's our the busiest day --- over 500 orders went through the system between Friday and today and I processed 85% of them) and, as usual, the Man was not around all day (he came in at 3) and didn't ask how it went or how we can make next Monday go smoothly when I'm at school instead of chained to the sweatshop. So I decided to leave on time at 4 (and, in an odd twist of craziness, I went in at 7 instead of 5:30) because maybe now's a good time to deal with the new L'il Hateful: the one who comes and goes on time, whether work is done or not. snapity-snap.

Customer of the day:

Me: Thank you for choosing [my workplace], the world's biggest selection of business products! Is this your first visit?
Visitor: +
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Me: I'm sorry. I don't understand
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Visitor: trying to key log on intrermnet
Me: You're trying to log into the internet?
Visitor: play checking the thojugh out the pc comuc game play
Me: I'm sorry, we do not have any connection with pc games
Me: We're an office supply company
Me: We sell office supplies (like pens, paper, etc...)
Visitor: lplay web site game in the anteena search
Visitor: no cheat in the price game of bruce yoo yaa
Visitor: every world you request the bug

Every world request the bug ... There's some deeper meaning in that. I know it.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm Lost

Okay, Deepfry ... I know you've never seen "Lost", but doesn't this make you want to watch a show or two? It's a "Lost" 7-layer dip.

Come onnnnnnnnnnn. one of us. one of us. gooba gabba, one of us.

The Name Game

I was thinking of apologizing for the stereo comment and the Pink Floyd comment and that bit about fusion jazz ... and then I was remembering that I had already nearly apologized for the Johnny O'Clock comment ... and then I remembered that my blog name is L'il Hateful and I don't need to apologize for anything! I'm little and I'm hateful, dammit.

That is all.

Things I Will Never Understand

1. Why a stereo has to be played at 11 to get the "full effects of the sound"
2. Why people keep believing that President Bush is working on behalf of America as a country as opposed to America, his friends and financial supporters who may or may not live in this country, but certainly don't have any homes on the Gulf Coast
3. Why all cats are double-jointed and can lift their legs over their heads, but most dogs are not and cannot
4. How Paris Hilton has managed to stretch her 15 minutes into 2+ years and counting
5. Why laundry can't do itself
6. Why I'm allergic to flippin' everything

Okay, I'm over the stereo thing. If I close my door and put on headphones it's actually fine. I don't have to listen to fusion jazz if I don't want to.

And I wasn't saying I didn't like Johnny O'Clock ... okay, I was kind of ... but it was mostly because of the whole Dick Powell association. Hearing him tough-talk dames (poor little Nina Foch) just isn't going to be an instant hit with me, especially when I'm used to hearing him sing corny songs ("If I could hate yuh, I'd keep away; That ain't my nature, I'm full of vitamin A, say!"). It's like Gene Kelly playing Al Capone.

And sure, the fusion jazz remark was put in to shame Mal into never playing it again. He wasn't playing it at that moment. (cah! but it was Dark Side of the Moon ... as if that's much better)