Saturday, February 20, 2016

Outer space will never, EVER be mah thang.

We went and saw The Martian last night, finally. It was a belated Valentine's Day thing, where we went and grabbed some dinner, and then went to the movie and ate our weight in various candies. (The Martian is a relatively long movie. Gives you a lot of time to eat bunches of candy!)

What made it officially Valentine'sy for me was that Leo bought me Butterfinger Bites without me even asking for them when I sent him out to the lobby to get candy and alcohols.

What made it Valentine'sy for him is that he got the last Red Vine in the box when we got down to that point. Lucky bastid. I really must love him.

At a certain point in the movie, Starman by David Bowie is playing, made more poignant for those of us seeing the movie for the first time right now, since David Bowie has actually passed away. And it made me think about his strong connection to outer space, and how we all hope that his soul is truly at rest and peacefully experiencing outer space as it seemed he always wished he could while he was still with us on earth. (Those of us that believe in afterlife, anyway! ;))

And my immediate thought following that one was, "No. NOPE. If my afterlife involves anything outer spacey at. all., I will be really pissed.

But I sure hope David Bowie is experiencing it, dammit!"

The Martian was a great flick. Glad we got to see it in theaters, even this late in the game. (We intended to go see Hail Caesar!, but it was showing at times that didn't fit our shedyule for the evening, so that will just have to wait.) I loved just about everyone's performance in the movie, and the effects were fucking UHMAAYzing.

And I still have some Butterfinger Bites left over. Which is also kind of UHMAAYzing, in it's own right.

I'm still not ready to head back to Facebook yet, but I'm enjoying sharing my thoughts on stuff here on the good ol' blog for the time being. So I'll post links on FB for those that want to read along and see what I've been up to. And I DO get messages via FB messenger, I think, so you can still get in touch with me that way, too. If you wanna. :)

Thursday, February 18, 2016

That's littering. Just...plain and simple littering, you littering litterer.

Have I ever just spit out my gum someplace other than in a trashcan? Yeah, I have. When I was younger, I was known to have thrown my gum out of a couple of moving cars, or into the bushes alongside any given path I might've been on at any given moment.

I also drove drunk a couple of times when I was in college, and didn't use condoms all that frequently.

I did lots of dumb shit when I was younger, is mah point.

But spitting my gum out in a parking lot, or on a sidewalk where people might be walking around? I just never really did that. I have always really liked having the type of gum that has a wrapper, because I would save the wrapper, and then when I was done with my gum I had an automatic place to put it, if there wasn't a trashcan right near by.

Once, when I was practicing for a play I was in, I chewed a piece of gum so long, it basically turned into this mushy mass in my mouth. I was on stage for over an hour. The gum was in my mouth that whole time. I don't remember which kind of gum it was. Extra? Bubble Yum? Not sure. But it was pretty weird. In a gross way. I'm pretty sure I wound up swallowing the mush after a few moments.

Anyway, every time I go to the gym, I am reminded that there are LOADS of cretins who, in spite of a large number of very easily accessible trashcans near their person, choose to spit their gum out right there on the concrete. Just RIGHT THERE. On the sidewalk on their way to the door to the gym. Or on their way out of the gym. Or in the parking lot, as they walk to their car. Or perhaps right next to their car, as if the last thing they do as they climb in and close the door behind them is to lean out into the parking lot, and ditch the wad of gum they had in their mouths.

What is that about??? Why do people do this kind of shit?

When I was a sophomore in college, we did this "Day of Service" thing at the beginning of the fall semester. Every student...every single one of those 400 or so of us, were sent out to various places to do charitable acts. My group was sent to a high school campus in Santa Monica to help clean it up before their school year began. And my particular assignment that day? For 6 HOURS? Was to scrape up gum off of the walkways and staircases that were on campus.

It was disgusting. And also, kind of a waste of time, in my opinion. I mean, those idiot teenagers already clearly gave 2 shits about where they disposed of their gum. Why clean it up? They were just going to do it again. ::sigh::

I get the point more now than I did then. But still...people who spit their gum out all willy nilly have always pissed me off.

So don't be one of those people, ok? I'll love you a lot more if you aren't one of those people.