Swampwater Debutante

Thanks to all for the comments and compliments lately; I know I’m a crap responder, so it is always nice when someone forgives me my ridiculous sin enough to leave a remark. I DO read them all, and appreciate…most of them. And I have no idea why Wordpress refuses to email me my comments. Well, whatever.

So far as life goes…

I have located a new coffee shop for me to go to – Rachel, you’ll know it as your old Starbucks hangout in Arlington. It’s not a Starbucks now, but an indie shop. I went last week on a whim and fell in love.

One, I found an outlet and table to myself right away, so I was able to work without worrying about my laptop battery dying – which was nice, as I went to IHOP afterward and was able to work another two and a half hours on top of the two hours I spent at Primo.

Two, they had an awesome musician in there, looked like Usher but sounded like a cross between John Mayer and Dave Matthews. He played originals and covers; his “Rock With You” and “The Way You Make Me Feel” MJ covers were brilliant. I usually hate “TWYMMF” but this was a really great version.

I didn’t put my headphones on till he left. And I coveted his guitar.

Three, the prices were reasonable and they didn’t give me a fuss about using two bags in my tea. The place was staffed by friendly indie college kids, was clean and warm and just lovely. I got a lot of work done there, and best of all – not one flasher. Awesome.

I’m still coping with the emotional fallout of that stupid incident, by the way. At first I was merely indignant and a little amused, but as the week moved on, I felt myself getting more distressed at the idea of going back to the Barnes and Noble where I’d been flashed.

I started to feel violated. Upset. I feel weird about being so undone about it, given that all that happened was that I was flashed, but there you have it, it still really disturbs me. Admittedly, it’s probably contributed to my rather aggressive attitude as of late.

I mean, it’s just a wang – but I hadn’t asked to see it, I wasn’t particularly interested in seeing it under normal circumstances, and he forced it into my awareness. I still wish I hadn’t drunk my hot tea, that I had been able to dump it on him.

I am not good at dealing with people who bother me. Obviously.

But! New coffee shop, lots of work done on the novel, and next time I see the flasher, I’ll kick him in the jimmy, maybe.

In other news, I have now seen Boondock Saints II: All Saints Day a total of four times. I don’t know that I have ever, ever seen a movie that many times while it’s still in the theater. I find it especially hilarious given that I am absolutely not the target demographic…but I love that damn movie. Clunky bits and all – I dragged Paco with me last time (wasn’t difficult, he’s a fanboy), by the by, and he too thought that the dream sequence, while amusing and not without a lot of truth to it…was maybe in the wrong movie. It didn’t fit! I had thought maybe it was going over my head because I have boobs, but no.

It was one of the little things that lifted the movie out of the feel of the original – the sense that the MacManus brothers really were on a God-sent mission – and shifted it that bit over into buddy-cop movie territory.

But then they went back and shot up a houseful of mobsters, so that was nice. Despite the realization on my second or third viewing that, when he’s in sunglasses and a peacoat, getting shot in the final gun battle, Norman Reedus looks much too much like my ex, albeit in far better shape. It was unsettling. From then on, whenever it got close to that point in the movie, I felt myself freeze up and clench my teeth till it moved to the next scene.

I guess I still don’t much like my ex! I do, however, like Norman Reedus, who is a good actor and seems a nice fellow. And I like the movie…which is to say, in the end, I’ll get over it. It’s just a weird thing.

And Sean Patrick Flanery is no less hot on multiple viewings. AHEM.

Paco suggested after the movie that we hit up a shooting range one day, and I surprised myself by realizing I was not unopposed to the idea. I don’t necessarily think it’s a very good one – I mean, he’d not long before made the observation that, “This is why you can’t find a boyfriend! Your first instinct is to punch them, and if they punch back you tell them they hit like a bitch!” – but it seems maybe a fun idea.

Then again, being unwise with guns would not be without precedent amongst the women of my family – my aunt shot her husband.

But even then again, the Calcasieu Parish authorities pretty much applauded her for it because he’s an abusive asshole so…actually, you could say it was HIM being unwise with a weapon, what with leaving it out for her to pick up the next time he hit her. Ha.

I’ll think about it.

This week, I have finally tuned my autoharp and damned if I cannot actually play music on it. Weird experience, that. Kind of fun.

And I’m ignoring the fact that I have to drive home to Lake Charles in about two weeks and I have not cast on one stitch for my mother’s Christmas present – I haven’t even wound the yarn.

La la la.

Haven’t got any shopping done, either, for anyone else.

Tiddly dee.

Ought to be an interesting holiday season, no?