Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Random Thoughts 10

Only in the goosebumps universe would the thought process, "Is that a kitty? Oh wait no, it's just an ugly sponge." Totally logical.

Do you think fireflies view the Fourth of July as one big, confusing mating signal?

Does anyone else find it incredibly hard to get motivated as an adult? Especially where cleaning my room is concerned, or things like that. I will go the whole Pipi Longstockings route and try to 'ground' myself by telling myself I can't go out to wherever until I get my room clean and either one of two things happen:

A. I instantly rebel against myself and think, "Well I guess we'll just stay inside away from society and read."

Or B. I laugh at myself and think, "I'm a smegging adult. I'll go out if I want to." and do it anyway.

I guess because my room is almost never actually dirty it's just cluttered, is the reason I don't care. I just annoy myself sometimes is all.

I'm watching the original Fly movie for the first time. It is an odd combination of overacting, underacting, and some continuity problems (a man gets smushed under a press but apparently the blood won't get on the coroners blanket?). Vincent Price's facial expressions are wonderous though. 

I love that a quite thrilling and creepy story can be told with minimal use of the gore, violence, and special effects that we've come to expect in modern horror movies. And I'll never grow tired of old school special effects. I think after 60 or so years it still stands firm. 

There were some bits that I found dragged a little, but that may also be because it's a really old movie and we all basically know the premise. Especially if you've seen the updated version with Jeff Goldblum. Sometimes when watching or reading anything that's been around for so long that everyone knows the story even without having ever watched it, I find myself getting slightly over eager to get to the 'good parts' that the set up feels like you're slogging through mud. I was not, however, prepared for the ending. I thought I knew the whole of the ending but apparently I didn't. It is more than just a fly screaming, 'Help me!' and that's all I will say.

Going Down

In my dream I was in an elevator. I was going down and my sister's pretty head came tumbling down with me, pooling blood around my feet. Her hair lay curled around her face, blood drenched gold. Just when she opened her mouth to scream I woke up, alone in my hotel room, sweating all over. My breath came in sharp, short gasps. I grabbed for my phone in the dark with one hand and fumbled for the lamp switch with the other. While the phone rang I slid my feet into my sneakers and my room key into my pocket. My sister's bemused voice sounded in my ear and I smiled inwardly, stepping out into the hallway.

"It's almost midnight, why are you calling so late?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm taking the elevator to the lobby's vending machines, do you want me to get you anything?"

My heart skipped a beat. I turned left and bolted down the staircase that led down the two floors to the hotel lobby.

"Why are you breathing so hard?"

"I'm running down the steps to meet you in the lobby, stay on the elevator."

"What's going on?"

The last part of her sentence was in stereo as the doors to the elevator slid open. She smiled at me, her nose wrinkling like it always did when she thought I was being particularly silly, and put her phone away. She stepped a foot outside the doors and I marched forward across the lobby floor, putting my hand up like I was the crossing guard of the elevators. The motion felt a little too dramatic at the time, even to me.

"Don't get off the elevator!" I shouted, surprising the man who had been waiting patiently to the side and was about to step on.

"Susan, seriously?"

"Am I allowed to get on?" asked the man, completely confused by now.

"There's something wrong with the elevator. Just stay there and let me get a maintenance worker to look at it, ok? I just have a bad feeling about...all of this." I said ending my warning lamely, my hand tracing the space in front of her in a big circle.

"I was just on it, it's working fine and you're being weird." She accused me.

Nevertheless her foot had returned to just in front of the doors. Whether she thought this was a prank or not, she was at least heeding my advice for the time being. For that I was grateful. The man to the side of the door however had enough and rolled his eyes at me.

"Well I need to get to my room." He said.

Or had started to say I guess. He got halfway through his sentence and took a step over the threshold when the elevator started a descent to the street level. My sister, eyes wide, gasped and took several steps back. She looked at me in surprise. The man, however, lost his footing and fell to the floor, half in and half out. I grabbed hold of his legs and tried to pull him away. Him and I had just got most of his body out but either we were too slow or the elevator was too fast. I'll never be able to get the sound he made when the top of the door met the back of his neck and kept descending, out of my head. Or the sounds his hands made. Hard thumps against metal and carpet turning into wet slaps that kept going even after my sister's high pitched shrieks faded away to the floor below. And I don't think my sister will ever be able to get the look of his face out of hers.

I was originally going to have a maintenance man be the hapless person who got decapitated by an elevator, then I realized that I have no clue how elevators are checked or fixed. A quick Google search told me that some hotels apparently have a street/ground floor and then a lobby above that so here we are.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Shut Up And Taste The Ice Cream

A week or two ago my sister flopped down on the couch next to me and proclaimed her boredom. I agreed to take her out for a fuck-it drive, but warned her ahead of time I had no destination in mind. While we were discussing plans to get the hell out of dodge, at least for an hour or two anyway, my Mom asked if we could take my younger brother to Wendy's to get an application. I said yes and after we got his application, and made him chase the car around the parking lot, I asked my sister if she wanted to go to Prigle's Creamery. It's a good drive from Dundalk (about 20-30 minutes) and she's never been there before. She was good to go especially because it was on my dime. After yelling my brother's name over the music he was listening to on his headphones, he confirmed that he would like to go too.

In retrospect, I believe the next 30 or so minutes of complaining was my fault. My brother is an impatient person and I don't think I clarified how far away this creamery was for him. I think about every eight or so minutes he took his ear buds out to thrust his face up to where the GPS was and ask where we were. Then he would sink back into the shadows of the back seat to listen to his music. It was actually quite funny beyond being annoying.

While driving I occasionally wondered if he even took time to take in the scenery at all back there. I kind of doubt it. He wanted to get there and back as quick as possible. His impatience was understandable, he's young first off. Secondly, he wanted to go running before a certain time. I didn't know about that beforehand, I just wanted to spend time with my siblings. I tried to tell him that we weren't getting home any faster so he might as well enjoy the ride he's on while he's on it. No use complaining this far into the trip.

On our way there I accidentally took a wrong turn. I was going to turn around but it only took us a mile out of our way so I didn't see a reason to do so. Our new route took us down a one lane road covered by a canopy of trees. While we were driving my sister and I noticed a small stream to the left side. The formation of the land and rocks created a small waterfall fed by a little green pool of water. Just as quick as it came by it went. If it was just me and my sister we would have gone back to take pictures but my brother was having none of it, and I couldn't stand his bitching.

Three minutes later we finally ended up at the creamery. I let them both get a quart to take home and share with the family. This sounds like I'm being a most excellent sister but the two quarts were for purely selfish reasons. If they bring home quarts to share my ice cream gets left alone longer than expected and I get to actually eat some before everyone eats it all. My brother got an ice cream sandwich which was absolutely huge. Even he had to admit that it was worth the drive. Possibly not the bitching, but definitely the drive. When we got home he didn't even go for his run even though he had plenty of time. Instead he opted to have a friend sleep over and play video games. I felt like flicking his ears.

The whole trip made me think about how impatient and unaware we all can be, at least some of the time. Especially when certain types of social media come into play like Vine or Twitter. Sure I could have whipped out my phone and Vine'd or taken pictures of the waterfall since we did slow down slightly for it, but it has been my experience that doing so sometimes takes you out of the moment. Some things, I feel, create such an intimate moment that they can't be fully enjoyed while scrambling for your camera or to open apps. Sometimes you really just have to shut up and taste the ice cream, or shut up and enjoy the car ride since you can't turn back right at that very moment. I know we live in a 'pics/vids or it never happened' world, still there's something nice sometimes about having a memory that only you experienced unadulterated by any outside influences clamoring for your attention. A lot can be missed in those few precious seconds taken trying to capture the moment. Not to mention all the time spent directly afterwards sharing with everyone around you, something I feel that takes away from the afterglow of the moment. More often than not these days I find myself saying 'Fuck it' when my hand strays to my phone, or taking a few moments longer to privately enjoy whatever is happening before me before I take a snapshot, even if that means missing the snapshot, and moving along my way.

Case in point, a couple of hours later I had to leave for work. I had just passed my block and was going down the next block over when I had to stop suddenly for some guy darting away across the road. About a second later a box of fireworks sitting on the right side went off. I briefly toyed with the idea of putting it on Vine then decided against it. I knew that in the time it would have taken to set everything up this impromptu show would have expired. Instead, laughing at the spontaneity of it all, I carefully drove my car under an archway of multi-colored lights.

It was such a quick and magical moment in an otherwise mundane setting that I still regret nothing about not capturing that scene anywhere other than in my own head.

I think I wrote this about a year or two ago. I re found a book of mine with tons of plots, story lines, prompts, and blog entries that I had written in it. I had a stay at home type of day on the Fourth of July full of these little moments (mostly the mundane and peaceful type, not the magical) that kind of reminded me of this entry I had written up, and true to form it took me three days after remembering to actually put it online. Well at least it wasn't a month.

I hope everyone that celebrates American holidays had a great Fourth. I spent mine getting slightly high and eating burritos while watching Netflix and reading American Psycho, than watching neighbors set off fireworks from my couch while my dog went crazy. I'm glad I stayed at home. I got to catch up on sleep and no one was there all day. It was so relaxing. I think the Fourth may be my favorite holiday after Halloween. I love closing my eyes after watching fireworks and watching the imprints of the lights dance across the inside of my lids. It's almost like a meditation and instant replay all in one. When I was younger I used to feel super lucky because no one I knew did this and I got to see fireworks twice.

I've ditched Vine these days for Instagram but I still dawdle when capturing moments before I've had time to enjoy them for what they are.