Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Friday, November 22, 2002 Someone Owes Me A Dollar OK, let's do the math: Evangelical Christian family values-based home schooling - copping condoms from the school nurse's office or from friends + (international pop stardom x groupies) = MMMBaby! posted by Ginger | 5:30 PM Thursday, November 21, 2002 Quit Smoking! Honor the 26th Great American Smokeout. posted by Ginger | 10:53 AM Wednesday, November 20, 2002 What's Your Personality Type? All Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics: Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom. Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic. Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials. Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders. Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self--always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials. Idealists are rare, making up no more than 8 to 10 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers. I think it's all bullshit, really. posted by Ginger | 1:39 PM Tuesday, November 19, 2002 Did you get a look at the Meteor Shower? "I say in the very least, a person should step out their back door and look up and give it 15 minutes," said Erik Hubl, an amateur astronomer and chairman of the Hyde Memorial Observatory Board in Lincoln, Neb. I grew up in Lincoln, Neb., place of flat lands and enormous skies, and I find this amusing when I live in a city in which very few people have back doors, and where "looking up" doesn't reveal a whole lot of the sky, even on days where you CAN see something other than the brightest astronomical objects. So, no, I didn't try. Mainly because I'm sick and haven't left the apartment since Sunday. Blah. posted by Ginger | 8:39 AM Sunday, November 17, 2002 Another Fine and Useless NetQuiz Which Winona are you? (tip o' the mouse to Scott -- by the way, I'm guessing BayArea Sportguy) I didn't like my result because I didn't get "Veronica Sawyer from Heathers" or "Convicted Felon." If you feel the same, you might try Which Angelina Are You? instead. posted by Ginger | 5:44 PM Uma, Onion. Onion, Uma. I made eye contact with Uma Thurman today. She, her brood, and her entourage (relatives? nannies?) went out to the theater on this rainy Sunday. Sadly, they did not attend OUR show, they went to the one upstairs from us. As the show let out, I saw her little girl first (who looks quite a bit like her, actually) and asked--as I do with most kids coming down from the first show--if she had a good time. She just looked at me like I was some sort of psychopath--I get this reaction from kids quite frequently. So, I weakly smiled up at mommy--in that "ha ha no matter what your child thinks I am NOT a child molester" sort of way--and whaddya know, mommy was the shearling-clad screen goddess herself. Neato. Hubby Ethan Hawke was MIA, however. Perhaps he'll get to take the kiddies to the vegetable show. One can hope. Anyway, one of the nicer things about getting older is that no stress is too much to lose my sense of humor. I mean, what can you do when your lead character oversleeps and walks in ten minutes AFTER the show was supposed to start? If you don't smoke or habitually cut yourself with razor blades, you just have to find a way to roll with it. Other than that little setback, things went fairly well (and fortunately the audience was small for that show). But it better not ever happen again--I'd rather cancel a show than dress up as a vegetable myself. I don't mind performing, but unleashing my singing voice on the general public would be truly frightful. The second show--while not the best ever--went well enough. And thank god because there was a guy there doing a site report for the NEA -- so next time we apply for a grant, his report will be one of the first things the panel looks at to see if we deserve any money. So, after the show he and I went to a hotel around the corner and I put my hand on his... Er, wait. I mean, we went to a restaurant around the corner and drank tea and talked about kiddie theater like civilized people (though he was kinda foxy, let's be clear that this meeting was utterly devoid of flirtation on either side--whoring myself out for federal grant money is one of the depths to which I will not sink). So it was again a stressful day in a whole week's worth of stressful days. I thought I just had a particularly aggravating case of PMS, so I was surprised to find that one of our Harry Potter party also had a wacky week. Nell said that a lunar eclipse is coming up this Tuesday, so things just promise to get weirder until that happens. Hmmm...a lot of people I know feel like they're coming down with colds (myself included), so maybe it's better for everyone if I stay home in bed tomorrow. Oh, if only... posted by Ginger | 4:20 PM |
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