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missroseroseIt's been an odd week. Busy, what with work and Zumba and Thanksgiving shopping and such. I got ahead on my writing, then fell behind again. Also, mood-swing city. Spent about half a day practically flying, then another half a day slowly deflating into, if not quite the depths of despair, at least its antechamber. And then I got tired of my pity-party, especially as I didn't have any Jim Beam Black to keep me company.
So what did I do to break out of the depression? I went to Sierra Vista and ate steak, along with Brian (who'd just finished an incredibly long work-project involving working over the weekend). Then he obligingly ferried me all over town looking for a copy of Moulin Rouge, because despite having a mixed reaction to it the first (and only) time I saw it nearly a decade ago, the thought of a high-flying Parisian period/modern musical mashup fantasy seemed like exactly what I needed.*
Appropriately enough, while we watched the movie I finally got around to trying a bit of the bottle of absinthe that my friend Janae brought me back from France. While (after performing La Louche) it was perfectly pleasant to drink, I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't experience any of absinthe's much-vaunted mind-expanding effects. However, once I ran the back label of the bottle through FreeTranslation.com, I learned that this particular type had been neutered "in accordance with regulations", with the additional psychoactive chemicals that supposedly come from the botanicals removed. So I suppose I'll have to hope someone gets me a bottle of the real stuff for Christmas.
Tomorrow (supposedly) the contractors are coming to fix our ceiling - the swamp cooler sprung a leak a couple of months ago, and the landlord and property-management company seem to be have had a bit of a time finding someone reliable to come out here and fix it (which, in all fairness, hasn't been helped by Brian's and my travel schedules). So, since I'm going to be stuck at home all day, I figure I might as well see if I can catch up on my writing.
Wish me luck, folks...
*Updated reaction upon second, ten-years-later viewing: Much more enjoyable when you're [a] not in a jaded, cynical period of your life, [b] watching it on a proper home theater in high definition with surround sound, and [c] somewhat familiar with Baz Luhrmann's caffienated-weasel-on-cocaine editing style so you don't spend all your time going "What the fucking FUCK?" Also, "El Tango De Roxanne" is still possibly one of my favorite musical numbers ever.
So what did I do to break out of the depression? I went to Sierra Vista and ate steak, along with Brian (who'd just finished an incredibly long work-project involving working over the weekend). Then he obligingly ferried me all over town looking for a copy of Moulin Rouge, because despite having a mixed reaction to it the first (and only) time I saw it nearly a decade ago, the thought of a high-flying Parisian period/modern musical mashup fantasy seemed like exactly what I needed.*
Appropriately enough, while we watched the movie I finally got around to trying a bit of the bottle of absinthe that my friend Janae brought me back from France. While (after performing La Louche) it was perfectly pleasant to drink, I was somewhat disappointed that I didn't experience any of absinthe's much-vaunted mind-expanding effects. However, once I ran the back label of the bottle through FreeTranslation.com, I learned that this particular type had been neutered "in accordance with regulations", with the additional psychoactive chemicals that supposedly come from the botanicals removed. So I suppose I'll have to hope someone gets me a bottle of the real stuff for Christmas.
Tomorrow (supposedly) the contractors are coming to fix our ceiling - the swamp cooler sprung a leak a couple of months ago, and the landlord and property-management company seem to be have had a bit of a time finding someone reliable to come out here and fix it (which, in all fairness, hasn't been helped by Brian's and my travel schedules). So, since I'm going to be stuck at home all day, I figure I might as well see if I can catch up on my writing.
Wish me luck, folks...
*Updated reaction upon second, ten-years-later viewing: Much more enjoyable when you're [a] not in a jaded, cynical period of your life, [b] watching it on a proper home theater in high definition with surround sound, and [c] somewhat familiar with Baz Luhrmann's caffienated-weasel-on-cocaine editing style so you don't spend all your time going "What the fucking FUCK?" Also, "El Tango De Roxanne" is still possibly one of my favorite musical numbers ever.
