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fearlesstempFirst of all: Thank you for all of the kind comments on my last entry. I appreciated every one and I'm going to try to answer each one of them in the next day or so.
She Spies may be the worst show in the world, and I just watched an entire episode. It's late, I have a headache, I don't feel like reading or watching anything too challenging. Anyway, I have this strange affection for low-budget syndicated TV shows, like Mutant X, and Viper, and, on occasion, She Spies. There's something charming about the corny dialogue and heinous overuse of stock footage. Who can resist?
Lots of people! Just not me.
Tonight's episode featured a girl who was kidnapped from a bikini contest who turned out to be a princess! Whose royal secret security agent guy was secretly in love with her, naturally. There was all this stuff about a Girls Gone Wild video, and Saudi trafficking of women, and eventually there was a big fight in the end involving spray-on C4 and film canisters wielded as weapons. It was incredible.
Blast from the Past: I just discovered and can't stop reading this site about the Sweet Valley High universe. Love it! Last year a friend of mine sent me the two Sweet Valley Sagas for my birthday and it was, like, the best present EVER! I loved those books so much. I'm still bitter I didn't transform into a perfect size six with silky blonde-hair and turquoise eyes when I turned sixteen.
The books I remember best are:
-The one where Elizabeth is kidnapped! A guy came up behind her and put a chloroform-soaked handkerchief over her mouth. So scary! She got away somehow.
-The one where Elizabeth is in a coma! I think this was book 7, Dear Sister. The cover featured Jessica holding a portrait of her twin, who had -- I'm not sure I remember this exactly right -- gone on a motorcycle ride without a helmet.
-The one where their older brother Steven's girlfriend, Tricia, who was this sweet girl from the wrong side of the tracks, totally DIES from LEUKEMIA! It was incredible. I cried and cried.
-OH! The one where Regina the deaf girl died from a cocaine overdose! She was the only person Bruce Patman ever really loved. So sad.
Jessica had a lot of boyfriends who died, and there was this crazy third twin named Margo who showed up and nearly killed everyone. I remember that book opened with her doing something really mean with a toaster. OH! She told her little foster sister to fish out a piece of bread that was trapped there with a metal fork, which then killed her! Craziness.
I have to stop thinking about this. Moving on!
My time with Smelly Attorney is over. I know, oh-so-sad. I spent a good chunk of Friday afternoon running up and down the street, trying to find this other attorney's office so I could pick up a letter. I'd been given excellent directions.
"He's down there," the other secretary had said, waving to the south end of the street. "Building sixty-eight, or sixty-something. Sorry I don't know more, that's all Smelly Attorney told me before he left."
I went to the wrong office twice, and eventually got the right building and had to climb to the top floor to find him. The office was in a converted brownstone, like all of the offices on the street, and his office was off of what I assumed had been the servant's staircase, because it was narrow and twisty and ended, at the top, with a door that slid sideways like those you find between train cars. I tapped on the glass a few times with no answer, and finally had to pull the door open and peek in.
"Hello?" I said, in my best friendly-yet-professional voice. It sounds a lot like my nervous-and-embarrassed voice.
The attorney jumped into the hallway. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, uh, hi!" I said. "I'm here from Smelly Attorney's office? To pick up some documents?"
"I'm supposed to call you," he said, annoyed. "It's not ready. I will call you when it's ready, and then you can pick it up!"
"Um, okay!" I said, and then scampered down the stairs. I felt all embarrassed and chastened even though I had been following directions! Doing my job! And then I had to go back two hours later, climb all those stairs and wait at the same weird slidy door, to get the stupid package.
Stupid attorneys.
I meant to write about something else, but my headache is turning into one of those where I'm convinced my eye is going to explode, so time to sleep it off!
She Spies may be the worst show in the world, and I just watched an entire episode. It's late, I have a headache, I don't feel like reading or watching anything too challenging. Anyway, I have this strange affection for low-budget syndicated TV shows, like Mutant X, and Viper, and, on occasion, She Spies. There's something charming about the corny dialogue and heinous overuse of stock footage. Who can resist?
Lots of people! Just not me.
Tonight's episode featured a girl who was kidnapped from a bikini contest who turned out to be a princess! Whose royal secret security agent guy was secretly in love with her, naturally. There was all this stuff about a Girls Gone Wild video, and Saudi trafficking of women, and eventually there was a big fight in the end involving spray-on C4 and film canisters wielded as weapons. It was incredible.
Blast from the Past: I just discovered and can't stop reading this site about the Sweet Valley High universe. Love it! Last year a friend of mine sent me the two Sweet Valley Sagas for my birthday and it was, like, the best present EVER! I loved those books so much. I'm still bitter I didn't transform into a perfect size six with silky blonde-hair and turquoise eyes when I turned sixteen.
The books I remember best are:
-The one where Elizabeth is kidnapped! A guy came up behind her and put a chloroform-soaked handkerchief over her mouth. So scary! She got away somehow.
-The one where Elizabeth is in a coma! I think this was book 7, Dear Sister. The cover featured Jessica holding a portrait of her twin, who had -- I'm not sure I remember this exactly right -- gone on a motorcycle ride without a helmet.
-The one where their older brother Steven's girlfriend, Tricia, who was this sweet girl from the wrong side of the tracks, totally DIES from LEUKEMIA! It was incredible. I cried and cried.
-OH! The one where Regina the deaf girl died from a cocaine overdose! She was the only person Bruce Patman ever really loved. So sad.
Jessica had a lot of boyfriends who died, and there was this crazy third twin named Margo who showed up and nearly killed everyone. I remember that book opened with her doing something really mean with a toaster. OH! She told her little foster sister to fish out a piece of bread that was trapped there with a metal fork, which then killed her! Craziness.
I have to stop thinking about this. Moving on!
My time with Smelly Attorney is over. I know, oh-so-sad. I spent a good chunk of Friday afternoon running up and down the street, trying to find this other attorney's office so I could pick up a letter. I'd been given excellent directions.
"He's down there," the other secretary had said, waving to the south end of the street. "Building sixty-eight, or sixty-something. Sorry I don't know more, that's all Smelly Attorney told me before he left."
I went to the wrong office twice, and eventually got the right building and had to climb to the top floor to find him. The office was in a converted brownstone, like all of the offices on the street, and his office was off of what I assumed had been the servant's staircase, because it was narrow and twisty and ended, at the top, with a door that slid sideways like those you find between train cars. I tapped on the glass a few times with no answer, and finally had to pull the door open and peek in.
"Hello?" I said, in my best friendly-yet-professional voice. It sounds a lot like my nervous-and-embarrassed voice.
The attorney jumped into the hallway. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, uh, hi!" I said. "I'm here from Smelly Attorney's office? To pick up some documents?"
"I'm supposed to call you," he said, annoyed. "It's not ready. I will call you when it's ready, and then you can pick it up!"
"Um, okay!" I said, and then scampered down the stairs. I felt all embarrassed and chastened even though I had been following directions! Doing my job! And then I had to go back two hours later, climb all those stairs and wait at the same weird slidy door, to get the stupid package.
Stupid attorneys.
I meant to write about something else, but my headache is turning into one of those where I'm convinced my eye is going to explode, so time to sleep it off!
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Date: 2004-08-16 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-08-16 07:44 am (UTC)Also, thanks to cleaning out my books, I've been reading very very very old favorites: Sunset Island, Boyfriends/GIrlfriends, Sleepover Friends, SVTwins, etc. <.giggle> Makes me think of you every time I see a new one. LOL
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Date: 2004-08-16 10:59 pm (UTC)And! I just remembered something I meant to e-mail you about. Going to do that now...
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Date: 2004-08-16 08:04 am (UTC)I think I read one or two of those books.
I remember someone who drove a lime green triumph. Some rich friend of Jessica's maybe.
I may have read more of the Sweet Valley Twins books. When they were in middle school.
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Date: 2004-08-16 11:06 pm (UTC)I think I read a few of the Sweet Valley Twins books too -- The Unicorn Club was big with them, right? Ah, how I loved that universe.
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Date: 2004-08-17 07:45 am (UTC)I do remember The Unicorn Club. Gawd, that's hysterical.