Monday, July 10, 2006

Summer Ramblings [edited]

Once again I have returned from the blogging dead like The Phoenix (except less evil and more controllable. More on that in a bit).

[this portion of the blog has been removed for clinic confidentiality reasons. I am hereby using that mind-eraser thing from Men In Black and Men In Black: 2 to erase your collective memories.]

I have come to the conclusion that summer classes totally suck all. Nothing like sitting in a class on a warm summer's night only to come home and go right to bed because you've got to wake up at 5:30. I should be grilling, drinking, and watching baseball, damnit.

My landlord has been giving me guff about using the air conditioning, which is great considering it's about 130 degrees at all times in my apartment. He thinks I will burn it out by using it too much and that I should be "judicious in my use." So his idea was to leave the doors and windows open for circulation. In an ironic twist, a raccoon came in through the open door one night and ate a bunch of food from his kitchen and leaving my apartment untouched. Pat 1, George Evans, 0.

Work at ol' TCC has been about the same lately. Nothing major to report, except I think my shitty approach mowing has finally granted my wish of never sitting on that damn machine again. I'm back atop my throne on the precious fairway mower. As long as my iPod is charged and my coffee cup is full, I'll sit on that thing all day. Never leave me, baby.

I've been experimenting with the idea of getting a SLP-assistant job, which would pay more for less hours during the fall and would actually reinforce all the crap I'm learning at school. However I don't want to feel overwhelmed when clinic starts. Tatnuck is so flexible and corrupt in terms of hours that it might just make more sense to stick with what I've been doing. I'm still keeping an eye on the wanted ads for openings in the area, at least to call and see what they would want me to do. To actually feel like what I'm studying will be my job would be a welcome change.

"X-Men: The Last Stand" unexpectedly kicked an enourmous amount of ass. The reviews I read said that it lacked a real story and was only big on effects, calling it "flat." In my opinion, the story was better than either of the first two movies which were fantastic to begin with, and it was far more emotional. There could have added more recognizable mutants, particularly Gambit, but Beast was a good addition and Jean Grey's Phoenix was flat-out frightening (as you can tell by the picture). I also loved the little rivalries set up between Iceman and Pyro, or Storm versus Callisto. The end made it look like there would be another movie, but I think this should be it. I don't see the point as they have exhausted all good plotlines. Mutants have fought against themselves, humans, and now humans again. I don't see any other way they could go that wouldn't just be a rehash of the last two movies. Hopefully the Wolverine spin-off won't be beating a dead horse.

I am quickly becoming a rock star on the guitar...sort of. I know pretty much all the chords and am starting to get the hang of scales. I can do a nice little bluesy scale with a bend at the end that sounds pretty good. When I was home for July 4th, Molly taught me "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana and "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd. I am getting the hang of both of those and it feels good to actually be playing songs rather than just practicing chord transition. Reading tabs is getting easier, too. In time I can see myself getting pretty good and having this as a real hobby I can go back to.

That's about all that's been going on in Worcester. Hopefully I can update this more often than every 2 months, but no promises. Peace.