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tinhuvielartanisAs transcribed from the handwritten journal.
17 November 9:48 PM
A moment of weirdness:
The movie Heathers just came on and it starts out with the song "Que Sera Sera." What's so strange about this is the first time I ever heard that song, it was sung to me by the Mother Unit during my very first visit to NYC when I was barely 6 years old. I couldn't get to sleep, so she sang "Que Sera Sera" to me. It's probably the strongest memory of Mama that I have. So to hear this song again after all these years (32 years!) and be in New York is just a little...odd. It's moments like this that confirm my belief that nothing is ever by chance. All is a pattern. All is planned. We're in a book in some mad god's Nanowrimo Experiment.
That reminds me of something I was thinking about earlier. Weird shit has happened to me since I started this journal and I wonder if the weird shit occurs because I attract it in a subconscious desire to have something to write about or, because I keep a journal, I just pay more attention to everything that goes on around me. The mind boggles.
10:24 PM
In a fit ofinsanity hunger, Aunt Tudi called the local pizza place, Astoria on Astoria Blvd. They brought us a large pie (cheese with extra cheese & a drink apiece). The accompanying picture is of the pie with only two slices missing. It was HUGE and the pieces were HUGE. We're having pizza for breakfast because that's what you do with good pizza that's too large to devour in one sitting. It's all good though. Aunt Tudi really needed to try NY pizza.
Two happy pizza eaters
18 November 1:50 PM
Our flight heads out at 4:29 so we have around 2 hours to wait here at La Guardia. We've been here since a little after 12 (check out time at the Wyndham was Noon) and, up until a few moments ago, we had very comfy seats at a window where we could look out, but some inconsiderate parents allowed their asshole brats to come and use the seats adjacent to us as fucking trampolines. I hate kids, but I hate their parents who think their hellspawn can do no wrong even more. From what I've been told, England would be paradise for me.
2:00 PM
Okay, they just left with their rancid little wastes of space, so we got our seats back. Fucking parasites....
So anyway... Aunt Tudi purchased a New York Post and I just finished browsing through the infamous rag. I was taken aback by the number of movie theatres. There were 7 pages of movie listings. SEVEN PAGES! And a lot of theatres are showing movies I haven't even heard of. Astounding.
I would love to live in a place that afforded me the opportunity to experience so much culture, but I am quite certain I'd be incapable of trading my laid-back life in order to have such access. NYC is the equivalent of a Redeye Grandé that never lets up. It's cool in short periods of exposure but, after a while, the pace is tedious and life-sucking. If I had the choice between culture and peace of mind, I'm afraid that, at this time in my life, I would have to choose peace of mind. I'm ready t go back to the Armpit of Hell where the theatre listings from both nearby cities (Greenville and Spartanburg. Duncan has no theatre!) fit on a half a page in the newspaper.
I had a message from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
polypolyglot on my voice mail this morning. I'm not sure when he called. It could have been Wednesday, could have been Thursday, I don't damn know! It sucks that my network seems knackered. Whatever could go wrong on this trip has pretty much gone wrong. I blame Aunt Tudi. She screamed out one of the LOST numbers (and the worst one ~~ 23 ~~ the Enigma #!) just as we took off from GSP. Blast it! If at all possible, I'm bringing her back to NYC after the first of the year. She deserves better than what we got to do.
As an aside, I must admit that it was incredibly refreshing to hear anti-Bush banter on almost every corner. I truly felt in my element and not so much the endangered dissident that I am at home.
5:45 PM EST or 4:45 CT
I dunno 'cos I'm 36 thousand feet in the air.
Have been thinking about starting my own airline: Misanthropy Air. As the name suggests, we wouldn't be "people friendly." Animals would be allowed on board but only one child per couple. The rest of them would have to be placed in kennel cabs and checked as luggage. Children over 50 lbs would incur a $25 charge. The one child allowed on board would have to be leashed and wear a ball gag.
No snacks, no drinks, no smoking, and no talking! Seat bealts are optional: we don't care if your dumb ass dies. We have no first class because we don't consider anyone more important than anyone else. We hate you all equally and will treat you accordingly. Seating is first come, first served. If you get here late, don't complain about having to sit in the back. Our flight attendants are authorised and encouraged to bitch slap saucy passengers or anyone else who looks like they have it coming. Our fares are ridiculously low because it's our sincere pleasure to abuse you at 36k feet. Fly the unfriendly skies with Misanthropy Air! Or you can always go fuck yourself.
The airplane would look like great white sharks.
Flight attendants' greeting: "Welcome aboard, now shut the fuck up!"
Flight attendants' farewell: "Fuck you and buh-bye!"
When I get home, I'm hopping online just to get an Internet fix. Not sure if I'll transcribe all this tonight or not though I'm tired and just a slight bit queasy at the mo. I've never been airsick except for this flight. Not surprising....Northwest Airlines makes me sick.
And that was the end of the transcription.
One funny thing: On the way home from GSP, Aunt Tudi was desperate to use the bathroom. I said something that tickled her and, when she laughed, she made mention that I should shut up and stop making her laugh 'cos she was going to pee. A few moments later, she said "If I wet on myself, I'm gonna shit!" Of course, this tickled us both, so I drove home crying from laughing so hard. I think I was entitled to ending our journey with a fit of hysterics.
Both Aunt Tudi and I are ecstatic and grateful to be home. We're both also mindbogglingly sore and achy, and we want to die in the arms of our beloved canines, Shmoop, and Smidgen.
I'm still uploading pictures from the trip. If anyone wants to see the entire album, you can go HERE, but check back 'cos this ain't all of them.
17 November 9:48 PM
A moment of weirdness:
The movie Heathers just came on and it starts out with the song "Que Sera Sera." What's so strange about this is the first time I ever heard that song, it was sung to me by the Mother Unit during my very first visit to NYC when I was barely 6 years old. I couldn't get to sleep, so she sang "Que Sera Sera" to me. It's probably the strongest memory of Mama that I have. So to hear this song again after all these years (32 years!) and be in New York is just a little...odd. It's moments like this that confirm my belief that nothing is ever by chance. All is a pattern. All is planned. We're in a book in some mad god's Nanowrimo Experiment.
That reminds me of something I was thinking about earlier. Weird shit has happened to me since I started this journal and I wonder if the weird shit occurs because I attract it in a subconscious desire to have something to write about or, because I keep a journal, I just pay more attention to everything that goes on around me. The mind boggles.
10:24 PM
In a fit of
Two happy pizza eaters
18 November 1:50 PM
Our flight heads out at 4:29 so we have around 2 hours to wait here at La Guardia. We've been here since a little after 12 (check out time at the Wyndham was Noon) and, up until a few moments ago, we had very comfy seats at a window where we could look out, but some inconsiderate parents allowed their asshole brats to come and use the seats adjacent to us as fucking trampolines. I hate kids, but I hate their parents who think their hellspawn can do no wrong even more. From what I've been told, England would be paradise for me.
2:00 PM
Okay, they just left with their rancid little wastes of space, so we got our seats back. Fucking parasites....
So anyway... Aunt Tudi purchased a New York Post and I just finished browsing through the infamous rag. I was taken aback by the number of movie theatres. There were 7 pages of movie listings. SEVEN PAGES! And a lot of theatres are showing movies I haven't even heard of. Astounding.
I would love to live in a place that afforded me the opportunity to experience so much culture, but I am quite certain I'd be incapable of trading my laid-back life in order to have such access. NYC is the equivalent of a Redeye Grandé that never lets up. It's cool in short periods of exposure but, after a while, the pace is tedious and life-sucking. If I had the choice between culture and peace of mind, I'm afraid that, at this time in my life, I would have to choose peace of mind. I'm ready t go back to the Armpit of Hell where the theatre listings from both nearby cities (Greenville and Spartanburg. Duncan has no theatre!) fit on a half a page in the newspaper.
I had a message from
polypolyglot on my voice mail this morning. I'm not sure when he called. It could have been Wednesday, could have been Thursday, I don't damn know! It sucks that my network seems knackered. Whatever could go wrong on this trip has pretty much gone wrong. I blame Aunt Tudi. She screamed out one of the LOST numbers (and the worst one ~~ 23 ~~ the Enigma #!) just as we took off from GSP. Blast it! If at all possible, I'm bringing her back to NYC after the first of the year. She deserves better than what we got to do.As an aside, I must admit that it was incredibly refreshing to hear anti-Bush banter on almost every corner. I truly felt in my element and not so much the endangered dissident that I am at home.
5:45 PM EST or 4:45 CT
I dunno 'cos I'm 36 thousand feet in the air.
Have been thinking about starting my own airline: Misanthropy Air. As the name suggests, we wouldn't be "people friendly." Animals would be allowed on board but only one child per couple. The rest of them would have to be placed in kennel cabs and checked as luggage. Children over 50 lbs would incur a $25 charge. The one child allowed on board would have to be leashed and wear a ball gag.
No snacks, no drinks, no smoking, and no talking! Seat bealts are optional: we don't care if your dumb ass dies. We have no first class because we don't consider anyone more important than anyone else. We hate you all equally and will treat you accordingly. Seating is first come, first served. If you get here late, don't complain about having to sit in the back. Our flight attendants are authorised and encouraged to bitch slap saucy passengers or anyone else who looks like they have it coming. Our fares are ridiculously low because it's our sincere pleasure to abuse you at 36k feet. Fly the unfriendly skies with Misanthropy Air! Or you can always go fuck yourself.
The airplane would look like great white sharks.
Flight attendants' greeting: "Welcome aboard, now shut the fuck up!"
Flight attendants' farewell: "Fuck you and buh-bye!"
When I get home, I'm hopping online just to get an Internet fix. Not sure if I'll transcribe all this tonight or not though I'm tired and just a slight bit queasy at the mo. I've never been airsick except for this flight. Not surprising....Northwest Airlines makes me sick.
And that was the end of the transcription.
One funny thing: On the way home from GSP, Aunt Tudi was desperate to use the bathroom. I said something that tickled her and, when she laughed, she made mention that I should shut up and stop making her laugh 'cos she was going to pee. A few moments later, she said "If I wet on myself, I'm gonna shit!" Of course, this tickled us both, so I drove home crying from laughing so hard. I think I was entitled to ending our journey with a fit of hysterics.
Both Aunt Tudi and I are ecstatic and grateful to be home. We're both also mindbogglingly sore and achy, and we want to die in the arms of our beloved canines, Shmoop, and Smidgen.
I'm still uploading pictures from the trip. If anyone wants to see the entire album, you can go HERE, but check back 'cos this ain't all of them.
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:12 am (UTC)I'm sorry the beginning of your New York trip went awry, but glad you are safe at home.
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Date: 2005-11-20 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 02:25 am (UTC)*HUGS*
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Aunt Tudi is a trip all by herself.
I love folks like that, those who find the humor in life, no matter what situation befalls them.
No wonder you have made your life with her.
You are very lucky and blessed!
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Date: 2005-11-20 11:06 am (UTC)*hugs* glad to have you back though, its been too darn quiet around here!
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Date: 2005-11-21 03:06 pm (UTC)I grew up in New Jersey so until the age of 16 I thought that ALL pizza was like the one in the picture. The process of disillusionment was painful.