serenity screening: no spoliers.

I’ll give Serenity 8 out of 10. There were some part where I though Joss was trying too hard

However, viewing it with a room full of unwashed, uneducated, socially unaware selfish retards was a bad Idea. If this is what makes a Browncoat, I’ll work for the alliance any day.

Good movie, BAD fans.

Gorgeous

It’s a hot one today, but it is gorgeous.

For lunch, I took a walk around the block where I work, past houses and schools. Flowers were in bloom, sun was happily shining. Quite a nice way to get some quick Vitamin D and mind-refreshment in.

I do need a pool though…

–=C

Recent Observation

I’ve heard that Homer’s favorite meal was Pasta with Mizithra cheese in browned butter.

But if pasta came to the mediteranean with Marco Polo, doesn’t this destroy that claim.

I could research it on teh interwebs, but I think I’ll leave it a mystery.

Hey all

Well, here is an interesting turn:

I have a pile of resumes on my desk. My work is hiring me a part-time assistant that I requested to act as helpdesk/tier 1 support.

This will help me out a great deal: let’s hope s/he doesn’t get stolen away from me.

-=C

Greetings all, but of a whine

Heavily filtered.

Haven’t posted in a while: I’ve been fatigued.

The fallout from support sometimes gets to me – I feel emotionally drained by all that I put myslef into. My natural demaner is to help and support and also a lack of assertiveness and a fix-it mentality. This leads me into where I feel taken advantage of. I know it is within my control to be able to say “no,” but the downward spiral is that it is just easier to get the job done rather than push for my own well being.

The problem with this is that the only escape I have is through withdrawl: there is no “me” time, so I steal a bit from every interaction and I become an automaton: a servant to the role I play.

So lately that’s where I’ve been. I tire of being the nice guy, the supporter, the understanding. I start to feel as though every interaction is a psychic vamire sucking on my life-force – I feel disrespected and taken for granted.

I’d like to feel that I’m being considered as a value, rather than a tool. The weekend trip to L.A. helped much in that area, but the benefit of that has already unfortunately worn off. I do get a lot of positive verbal reinforcement, but I really have come believe it’s pillow talk and lip service: I would like action to speak for words, to see that I’m valued rather than convinced.

But really it’s likely I’m just bitchy because I’ve been having to work (in work and personal live) hard lately – I wonder if anyone’s noticed.

Slaves

Allow me a moment of pretentious aggrandizing:

I think ciminals (have been,) are, and will be the new slaves. You need more slaves? Change the definition of “criminal” to include more people, and push the agenda that “criminals” are the other. Makes enslavement easy for people to justify. I’m damn glad I’m not one of those people*.

[edit for clarity]*I’m glad I’m not one who would justify inhumanity to a “criminal.”

Backity Back

Had a fabulous weekend in L.A. in spite of 1) unbelievable heat 2) L.A. traffic 3) L.A. person densities.

So how does one start a mini-vacation off right in So Cal? Drive directly from Burbank Airport to Disneyland. 🙂 Surprised me with tickets to Disneyland.

And someone noticed that Dland was falling down the tubes – last time I visited, staff were rude and paint was shabby.
They fixed it. ALL of it. Disneyland was the Disneyland of my childhood. take note! All fixed. Polite cast membres, shiny streets, unchipped paint. The Tiki Room is unbelievably restored.

We saw Erasure at the Palace (now called “the Avalon”: whatever.) – Band called OMDelkland opened – they were great. Erasure did a fabulous set but it ended too quickly. Andy only had 1 costume change.

Other niftyness of the trip involved a trip to “Lucky Tiki” which was a great little bar done up nicely in the neo-tiki way, dinner at delicious “Roy’s,” and the always important breakfast at Jerry’s.

And I’m so happy to see my beloved Portland again. And now I go back to work.

Thanks, !!

Self Pimpage

Since I am an attention whore, I will re-pimp my previously posted photography.

The last 2 items are from Portland Memorial Cemetery – an unending labyrinth of mauseleums and crypts.