just some randomness.

tonight I was made fully aware of being a southerner. at work I asked tabitha for 60 cents to get a coke from the machine. but the whole time I knew I was going to get a dr. pepper. I called a can of dr. pepper "a coke" without even thinking about it. for some reason, I feel a great surge of pride at this.

I'd like to see a post-apocalyptic film--along the lines of the stand--in which biker gangs take up residence in monticello. wouldn't that rule? perhaps a rival gang could set up shop in mount vernon and they could have gang wars, staining the fertile ground of the old virginny foothills with their vicious, angry blood. yes, I'd like that.

so I finally completed the ebay transaction for my christmas present from my parents (the one that I ordered for them, heh), and it should be here...well, maybe a bit after christmas. but he'll be worth the wait: a digital camcorder named dario. he's a sony dcr-trv33 (which I chose for the excellent resolution, mini dv format, and versatile hotshoe with a plethora of available attachments). in other words, it's a nice 'un.

but what am I going to do with it...?

I stopped by teeter on my way home and picked up some sushi. I'm gonna go chow down on some raw eel and watch telly and wait for the sun to come up.

a funny thing happened on the way to the cubicle.

I was on my way into work tonight and noticed some people standing around in the breakroom. as I got closer I noticed that one was an old man with a banjo. then I saw that they were all old men with instruments--guitars, etc. they were standing on a dais by the TV room; there were amps there, but they weren't turned on. I went in and walked past. they were singing something bluegrass-y. it was very confusing.

so I go upstairs. "hey, ginger, who are those guys downstairs?"

she's perplexed, and she always knows what's going on. so she asks christy. she doesn't know, and she's the floor supervisor. the upshot: everyone who'd passed through the breakroom had seen the quartet...but absolutely no one had any idea who they were or what their business was. it was hilarious.

I just thought that was worth sharing.

in case y'all haven't figured it out, I like movies. and talking about them. a lot. but I recognize that a lot of people honestly couldn't give a crap about my take on this film or that. so I've started a new blog just for my cinematic ramblings: petrified fountain of thought. it's a big mess right now, but I'll be working on it. today's "reviews:" the station agent, metropolis and rashomon.

give it a read. or don't. that's the idea, anyway.