Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Pull Norman's Finger

Back in September, during the worst week of my life I got a ticket. A $275 ticket, leaving the airport parking lot to go home after Sharon's funeral, because my car registration had apparently been suspended. Did you know they don't actually tell you things like that? Apparently we should all just check our registrations every now and then just to be sure they haven't suspended for anything. It was suspended because I never took the Emissions Test. For this, I blame the world's worst mailman. I never got the notice. I care about the environment, I would have gotten it tested, if only I'd known that Norman was due.

In any event, we finally got the paperwork settled (I have a court date Friday when I hope the judge will forgive the outrageous fine because I did take care of everything else) and Norman had his test today.

He was a little uncomfortable having a strange woman touch him in such a personal way ("turn your head and cough, Norman") but he passed with flying colors! YAY, Norman! Way-to-go, little dude!


In celebration, I came home and carded up the rest of the raspberry slush - four ounces total

(Twelve-pound cat for scale. Seriously. It's good to have a cat who comes when he's called.)

I also had an adventuresome dinner. I decided to get some new movies* from Blockbuster and to get a pizza, since I'm still home alone (minus the furry men who aren't allowed to eat pizza no matter what Trevor says - Aslan and Oscar don't beg) so the pizza will take several days to work through. I parked between the Blockbuster and the Pizza Hut. This is probably not big news to many of you, and sure, the only thing separating the stores from being next door is a wide-ish alley and a small flight of four steps. But six months ago I wouldn't have been able to walk that far without a nap halfway through. So walking to Pizza Hut to place the order, to Blockbuster to pick out movies and BACK to Pizza Hut to pick up the food was a very exciting, big deal.

Another six months of health like this and I just might be able to walk on my treadmill for more than a minute without gasping for breath and bursting into tears and falling asleep while simultaneously falling off the back like a bad sitcom skit. Watch out.

* what is up with the new "Unrated Version" craze? Do moviemakers really believe that it will increase my desire to see their movie if I know that the only way I can watch the DVD version is with extra shots of breasts? Because I don't see enough breasts in my life. In fact, I would go to the movies more if only I knew that I could see women objectified and treated like they are nothing but carrier devices for breasts, so that breasts would have a way of getting out in the world. Okay, fine, so the majority of America seems to be proud of having the mentality of a 14 year old boy. I don't like it, but I get it. But even for that rare minority that doesn't consider excessive, gratuitous breast shots to be fine art, could you maybe think about offering the option? Like wide screen/full screen? Only this would be "How it was shown in movies" and "The version you play drinking games to"? Because clearly just asking the moviemakers to stop treating women like walking/talking Barbie dolls is way too much to even think about.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

One pair (two socks) completed. Yummy Regia silk blend.

6:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmmmm, the raspberry slush looks delightful. Any good movies, sans boobs?

8:42 PM  
Blogger dragon knitter said...

i know. i believe dukes of hazard is uncensored. i don't want to see it to begin with, but good grief do we need to see THAT much of jessica simpson? (who i feel is a VERY poor substitute for barbara bach. and burt reynolds as boss hogg? puleeze!)

10:33 PM  
Blogger erica said...

I believe that some men (thankfully, not mine) believe that seeing breasts makes them more manly or teenage boys gawking at breasts makes them more grown up. Why? I have no idea. I'm all for less objectification of women. And the unrated versions have never done it for me, except in rare cases where a non-sex scene was extended and it added a little something to the film. I think that was one case though. I think "unrated" is the movie studio's way of adding more nudity that wouldn't pass in the theatre without taking responsibility for an NC-17 rating. They can sell unrated versions to teenage boys under 17 instead of having to ID them for an NC-17 movie.

Still loving that Raspberry Slush fiber! May have to request a half-ounce trade sometime. :)

12:16 AM  
Blogger Spinningfishwife said...

Maybe you`re getting the choice between the uncut European version and the USA version? There are more breasts on show over here in everyday life like on the beach and we don`t keep our bras on in bed, like some women on American TV shows do! It`s quite normal to see breasts on the telly after the 9pm watershed too,or even beore if it`s medical or lifestyle stuff. There`s even full frontal breastfeeding on toddler telly. So "non-sexual" breasts as opposed to the attitude that breasts are only for sex. It`s just different over here. Perhaps film distributors are giving you the choice?


5:04 AM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Congratulations on your long walk!

And to me for finishing another sock!

As far as the unrated movies go, I hate American puritanism, so I have no issue with it. Now, the unrated Dukes of Hazzard, sure, that's all about objectification, and is not exactly high art, but in some cases, we're talking about artistic films in which the director's original vision was never brought to the screen because of the studios. But don't ask me. I have a foul mouth, a dirty mind, and no shame whatsoever.

11:21 AM  
Blogger fig said...

Here's to health! And may it ever increase in you, Amie. Good for you! As for socks...I am afraid I am still under the influence of the glove bug. However, I have declared Sunday Sock Day here, and I WILL do at least one sock. Bravo for the inpouring of the footwear!

11:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think some movies do have the option - wasn't there Bad Santa and Badder Santa? Maybe I'm remembering wrong.

9:56 PM  

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