After work we met a girl I used to spend a lot of time with in my early 20s, but lost touch with, and her husband for wine tasting and dinner at a restaurant we all like. Life is good. We (at least on our end) had fun and enjoyed the company immensely. We caught up and just enjoyed the company (even if we, especially I) dominated a lot of the conversation. I hope we continue this friendship to the fullest. These are great people and the coming weekend already is a nice one for this night alone. These simple pleasures in life make everything better.

Went and saw Underworld 2 last night. The highly anticipated sequel to a movie I really liked was a huge disappointment to me. In all honesty, it could have been due to my dark mood last night, but I’m really doubting that. First of all, who let the ugly, bad-acting guy (who played Michael Corvin) back in? Couldn’t we just say that after becoming a hybrid, he went and got his teeth fixed? Kate Beckinsale seemed to recapture Selene for the most part, but there was *something* missing. Perhaps falling in love and developing moo-cow eyes whenever she was looking at Michael made her seem less incredible than in the first movie. Maybe it was her newly developed quasi-sassy attitude (versus the hardcore attitude in the first movie), which I can only assume came about after killing the man she idolized as a father-saviour. I don’t know, but her persona lost its mystique.

It makes me think that if I didn’t like it, poor Ralph must have been planning all the ways he can hold this over my head (“No honey, I don’t think I can fix the plumbing today…Why? Well why did you make me sit through Underworld 2?”) because he didn’t much care for the first one. More that the plot line didn’t sit well with him than anything else. However, he seemed genuinely interested in seeing the sequel, so he can’t hold it over my head for too long.

Today was the annual trip to the cookie doctor (yay vulva!) and a new assistant nurse did the before-hand things: checked my blood pressure (116 over 85) and my weight (these were the few moments when i didn’t like her much), etc. Afterward she gave me the ugly buttless smock everyone just loooooves to put on (I asked Ralph if guys had to do this, too, when they see the gyno).

She told me to take off everything when I put it on, but that I can keep my socks on, if I wanted. I told her that, no, I would feel silly. She said that 95% of the patients do leave their socks on and this is when I turned into Philosophe mayo.

Why do 95% of the patients do, do you suppose? The rooms are kept fairly toasty and stirrups have these little booties to keep you safe from the cold metal. Is it a security thing? Two small footsie vambraces to show that you’re not scared? To keep you safe? To keep your dignity in tact? To hide something? I choose to face it all sockless. If I’m going to be in a rather undignified situation such as this, why compound the humiliation with socks that, first of all, don’t match the smock and, second, show your vulnerability by “needing” someting to keep on? It just adds fuel to the fire of Embarrassment.

Being sockless denotes a secure, fearless, carefree persona…almost pixie-ish, if you will. Heck, I say go in heels and keep them on during the exam. It’s a set-up worthy of a Helmut Newton photo shoot.

To those of you who might read my 3 journal entries from my trip to the Philippines, if you note any hate/resentment/cynicism when my mother is referenced, it’s because this happened right before I “divorced” her and I was venting.

I got some great news last night. A friend of mine and Ralph’s will be closing on his first condo in a couple of weeks and he wants me to decorate it! Last night I fell asleep, thinking of the perfect lamps for the upcoming Bachelor Pad Project. I’ve been kicking around paint colors and prioritizing a basic task list in my head whenever I got a breather at work, which wasn’t often. Our friend and I have already discussed what he would like to have as a theme and I’ve already thought of a few ideas to run by him that may be pushing toward the “much” line. I just have to keep reminding BachelorFriend that he will have to roll up his sleeves and do a lot of the work. Prioritizing by what can give the most bang for the buck (paint and carpet shampoo being that it’s not new-new) in the shortest amount of time. That way, while he waits for a good time to start a bigger project (he travels a lot for work), he can still have some nice, personal touches to make it feel like (his) home.

For a quiet weekend, it did start off quite nicely. Madame, my french teacher from high school in San Francisco, finally responded to a letter I sent her. I was so moved that she responded and the wonderful things she said made me tear up. She lives in Napa now and has invited Ralph and I to visit and go wine-tasting.

We also took the motorcycle out for a ride. Not, as you would expect, on the warm day this weekend. We waited until it was bitter cold again. Either way, Ralph still needs to remember to do that little wave thing (must ask blaw his opinion regarding that) to the other riders. I do it, but I’m sure Ralph still needs to as well.

Other than that it was just a lot of errand running and me battling with the juicer. A few times it started acting up and I literally had to bearhug it to keep it still. As soon as I finish all the veggies in the fridge, that SOB is getting chucked. Preferrably at a specific client I am working with.

If i don’t get anything interesting to write this week, the weekend should provide some interesting fodder. Ralph and I will be in the Bay Area (home to both of us) and I plan on taking the digital camera as well as my Lomo and Holga. I feel really dumb writing this because it’s not really interesting, but having only one post (and that for a friend who didn’t get my email more than to post for all readers) made me feel a bit loserish.

lifeinbinary: i just learned the meaning of the word dialogism. i must use it in a sentence.

me: why do i have a feeling that it’s a made-up word that has been accepted
by the mainstream of society because it’s “new” and “cutting edge”?

lifeinbinary: apparently its a concept invented by Russian theorist Mikhail Bakhtin.
not sure when he was around or any other helpful detail.

the things one learns while hitting on english majors.

me: what is the exact definition? i’ll bet you a burrito it’s basically the
word DIALOGUE. As in “these bouts of dialogue are not helping.”

lifeinbinary: it means an imaginary dialogue with two or more people.

me: yeah? well “dialogue-izzle” could also be used in that case.

[no emails for a few minutes]

me: HAHAHAHHAhahahahahaa please tell me you guys are laughing at
dialogue-izzle?!!?!??? I’m cracking myself up here, repeating it. It’s
wrong in so many ways. EVEN SLANG!

lifeinbinary: HAHAHHAHA! gosh we’re all such dorks.

the crush comment was meant for you showing you another example of the
using this newly acquired word.

me: HAHAHAHHAHAhaahhaahHHAHAHAHAHHAHAhahahahaHHAHAHAHAHaa

I’ve been going to all the guys in the office because i’m hearing
someone call my name. I’m running from office to office until all the
guys tell me that they haven’t been calling out my name. So i start
muttering to myself that “great, i have a new voice to add to the ones
already in my head.”

Then, my Production Manager is walking by as I am giggling about
“dialogue-izzle.” I hear my PM tell the Big G, “Great, now that new
voice is telling her jokes.”