Last night, I plead with my mom not to wake me up. To her credit she waited till noon. And then again at 2. Dad went to a ruby tourny. She was home alone. She can't be blamed. To amuse, err, appease her, we went to the great swamp conservatory's event. On the way there, we spotted a big red tailed hawk perched on the wires between telephone poles (power, telephone, or cable i don't know) not too far from the house.
At the GSC thing, we annoyed the snake/reptile guy by making him identify each of his caged animals. Mom dragged be through the rest of the local vendors. Then we walked a bit of the swamp, seeing a garter snake and vole in the same area. I imagine one's lunch was ruined and the other's life made.
I got a call from kayla. Her mom is giving an old computer to the ex-wife of her boyfriend. She wanted the personal information purged. I should have formatted and done a fresh install, but she doesn't have internet access. I didn't want to fiddle with drivers without google. I shift-deleted document&settings files and cleared all the data in explorer after removing all other browsers (firefox,aol). I hope the computer still works.
Home again, dad helped me move the couch away from the furnace and thus avoid burning the house down. Something I again helped avoid an hour ago. Mom left the stove on cooking her squash to a fine and very combustible char.
Today's notable accomplishments center on a marginally working pulseaudio configuration. Sound from citium plays on BigGirl. Now if I could get sound from citium playing on both citium and BigGirl simitaniously.
As for falures: I didn't run today. I didn't run yesterday either.
Yesterday, I was the referee for a U10 girls AYSO soccer game. I was terrible. The coaches were irritated. The players wouldn't stop shoving one another, and I am afraid of the whistle. Blowing it loud seems so obnoxious. I managed to call a few of the more blatant shoves, as well as a non shove -- returning the ball to the would-be offending team. I cannot assert authority without the confidence of the game and of my observations, neither of which I have.
It was a long hour. And I had gotten there an hour earlier to ref another game that ended up already covered. If I hadn't forgot the cell phone, I would have know I could've sleep longer.
I watched 500 Days of Summer before falling asleep at like 5 or 6am. I watched Kissing Cousins before it. Movies are escapism, but these pulled me a bit closer to the reality of isolation.The lens of my perceptive so distorts (or clarifies) interpersonal relationship as undesirable. It's comforting to experience this maintained in fiction. This congruency allows actualizing the aforementioned reality. That is, avoiding people is not regrettable; even romanticized fictions do not detract from this.
Still, I found, or maybe forced, a parallel in 500 Days of Summer. Whatever-his-name-is puts all his energy into the girl and flops. Then she moves beyond her social dysfunction to find what the guy offered in someone else. Imposing on the film, it is as if growing out of dysfunction removed the connection between the two. The girl having improved moves the past to permanently inaccessible. Suggesting this adds the futility that made the story worthwhile to me.
Tonight or more accurately, this morning, I've got The Hangover lined up to watch. Setting up the Xbox/XBMC was not ultimately constructive.
