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note to... whoever, and other stories
May. 16th, 2011 07:59 amNote to self, in case of future lapses in judgment: Do not relive a ton of childhood traumas, not to mention acquire a few new ones, if given access to a website full of scare fodder. You will inevitably spend a large majority of your weekend with the damn things in the back of your head. Ugh ugh ugh!
Ahem. Just had to get that out there, in case I ever forget. Doubt I will, though.
Related to the weekend itself, the weather was crappy, the rally was of a decent size for a windy, miserable day, bus issues were conquerred (yay!), there were both moments of feeling like an utter baby and moments of triumph and well-adjusted sociability, pepper and tomato plants were acquired, and long-unclear names were discovered. I know, that's a god-awful long list, but most of it either speaks for itself or isn't going to be spoken about in detail. Heh.
As to the last one, I found out the names of two literal voices from my past over this weekend. Both had snippets on Sesame Street, one as a voiceover above a silent film clip and one as a celebrity guest. The voiceover used to frakking terrify me (still does, though less blindly than when I was five), and the celebrity guest used to inspire me to sing along. Let's never mind how badly I mangled the Spanish I was attempting to spit out. And yes, to make this post even more disjointed than it already was, my replaying Sesame Street clips had everything to do with the childhood traumas I dared relive. Thanks a bunch, Kindertrauma.
The voiceover lady was Anne Meara. Still scary as heck in the context of a certain 'help!' clip with a girl in a burning apartment, gah! And the celebrity guest singer I used to so enjoy?
Was Celia Cruz.
Holy cow, says I, that explains a little about me!
I promise the next entry won't be full of trivia about tiny Charlie. I make few apologies for this entry, though. :) *stops being random and goes to drink coffee*
Ahem. Just had to get that out there, in case I ever forget. Doubt I will, though.
Related to the weekend itself, the weather was crappy, the rally was of a decent size for a windy, miserable day, bus issues were conquerred (yay!), there were both moments of feeling like an utter baby and moments of triumph and well-adjusted sociability, pepper and tomato plants were acquired, and long-unclear names were discovered. I know, that's a god-awful long list, but most of it either speaks for itself or isn't going to be spoken about in detail. Heh.
As to the last one, I found out the names of two literal voices from my past over this weekend. Both had snippets on Sesame Street, one as a voiceover above a silent film clip and one as a celebrity guest. The voiceover used to frakking terrify me (still does, though less blindly than when I was five), and the celebrity guest used to inspire me to sing along. Let's never mind how badly I mangled the Spanish I was attempting to spit out. And yes, to make this post even more disjointed than it already was, my replaying Sesame Street clips had everything to do with the childhood traumas I dared relive. Thanks a bunch, Kindertrauma.
The voiceover lady was Anne Meara. Still scary as heck in the context of a certain 'help!' clip with a girl in a burning apartment, gah! And the celebrity guest singer I used to so enjoy?
Was Celia Cruz.
Holy cow, says I, that explains a little about me!
I promise the next entry won't be full of trivia about tiny Charlie. I make few apologies for this entry, though. :) *stops being random and goes to drink coffee*
