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Oh, but I have so many things to say!
1) Get out the vote, y'all.
So when I went to vote at 6:45 this morning, the place was packed! Have I mentioned my ridiculous Pisces empathy gene before? Me and Evan talk about it all the time but i can't remember if I've discussed it here before. So anyway, we both get chocked up about the most stupid ridiculous things you could possibly imagine, and we totally blame it on our Pisces empathy thing. One of the things I embarrassingly get it with is patriotic/civic things. Say if you were watching TV with me, and a commercial came on showing an American flag waving over a dusty country street while little boys ran by or WHATEVER....you might look over and see a tear in my eye. Or seven or eight, or I might even be bawling. So now that you know that, it should not surprise you that when they handed me my ballet receipt this morning, and thanked me for doing my civic duty, I totally got choked up. Who knew "THANK YOU FOR VOTING!" was all you had to say to get me to cry! To quote Lindsey Lohan, how RETARDED.
I should also point out that I got very worried this morning because after seeing posters all around the neighborhood about the gay marriage referendum (hello I live in Boystown. Doh), it wasn't on my ballot!!! I totally started to freak out, thinking it was some Republican ploy at my polling place... But now I see on the news, state election officials voted not to let it on the ballot. Phew.
2) Yes, those are my pants dragging on the ground.
So the problem with losing weight is that you are losing weight, yet you have not LOST weight. Do you know what I'm sayin'? So now I'm not fat enough for my fat pants, but I'm not skinny enough for my skinny pants. So I have no choice but to wear the fat pants. But this pair is ridiculous enough that they were hanging down so low that the bottoms kept dragging on the ground, getting stuck under my shoe, and nearly catapulting me down the wet El stairs in what would surely have been an injury-causing accident. In a typically classy move, I'm now wearing safety pins in the waistband to hike these babies up a bit. CLASSY. (Silvia, I am not buying new pants so don't even say it.)
3) So time is flying now that I'm an old lady. No, it really is. Eh?
So did you know there is a totally cool biological explanation for how time seems to just be flying fucking by now that I'm so fucking old?
The problem with understanding it is you have to, you know, BELIEVE (or maybe even UNDERSTAND but perhaps belief is a little easier to achieve than understanding) in the whole time being relative issue, which I'm not sure I can wrap my feeble mind around. But they've proven it with things like you set three clocks exactly the same, then you keep one where it is, send one on a ship, put the third on a plane and later when they're all together again, they will all have different times. I could tell you more, or give you some links that I cannot comprehend, but that is all BESIDE MY POINT.
HERE I WILL TELL YOU MY POINT:
So when you are a kid, time seems to crawl.
And when you are old, time seems to fly.
And here is the biological reason why.
It is based on your metabolic rate. Your metabolic rate determines the speed at which you perceive time.
It being relative. Again.
Think of it like a movie camera.
In a motion picture, to show FAST motion, they must use SLOWER and FEWER frames.
When you are a kid, your metabolic rate is super FAST, but the things you see around you are moving slowly / you are viewing them with fewer frames.
When are you old, your metabolic rate is SLOW(er).
In a motion picture, to show SLOW motion, they must use FASTER and MORE frames.
So now that you're old and your (internal) metabolic rate is moving SLOW, then time (outside) is moving FAST. More frames are flashing past you, time is going faster.
Not that it SEEMS to be. But that it IS. Because it's relative. Again.
Just a little mindfuck for Election Tuesday.
Oh, Oh, wait! I forgot one!
4) Thank you, Au Bon Pain, I've only been asking for several weeks now.
So if you are counting calories, and you had the new and oh so yummalicious mayan chicken rice bowl on one of your free days and it was sooo sooooooooo good and you wanted to have it every day but Au Bon Pain was not listing its calories on its web site and you were worried because when you looked up the other rice bowls that were on the site (the "bistro" bowls and the "woburn" bowls) they were all 700 calories or 900 calories and 900 calories is a ridiculous amount for one meal and certainly not an amount you can afford to be eating and that would totally suck and you might never get to eat the rice bowl again and.... GUESS WHAT? It's up there now. And it's a mere 510 calories. Totally doable! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!
I only spoke to customer service one time and left three more voicemail messages when she didn't call me back after she said she would. No biggie. Not too much work on my part. Hahahahahaha. And I'm joking about the result, not about the calling. That part = not a joke. Hey, I needed to know!
OK back to work for you, kids. Gotta earn mama's rent money. (Kids = fingers. Mama = me.)
Posted by Duff at November 07, 2006
I voted already! Although I wasn't feeling so choked up this morning.
Way to make a difference at Au Bon Pain. That kinda chokes me up, actually.
Posted by: Carrie at November 7, 2006 11:12 AM
#3 just totally blew my mind, dude.
Posted by: Michelle at November 7, 2006 12:34 PM
yeah to 510 calories. Me, I'm having a big old messy torta sandwich from the tacqueria.
Posted by: Sil at November 7, 2006 02:44 PM
You sound just the tiniest, tiniest bit hectic. But very smart! Yes! Because I couldn't follow #3 for the life of me. Of course, it's 10.15 p.m. here and I've had a couple of glasses of wine, that may be part of the problem. Onya for being too small for fat pants!
Posted by: marrije at November 7, 2006 03:16 PM
3 is making my head hurt.
Posted by: claudia at November 7, 2006 05:06 PM
I just had to tell you that I wore those pants today! Seriously. I wore my fat pants that don't fit so they drag pants. I even wore heels to try to keep them from dragging, no such luck.
Posted by: sarah b. at November 7, 2006 07:37 PM
That whole time thing is far too complicated for my pathetic little brain, but I will empathise along as I too am a Pisces.
And here? We HAVE to vote, so no one bothers to thank us, damnit.
Posted by: suse at November 8, 2006 06:23 PM
I totally empathize with your Piscean empathy thing (because I'm a Pisces.)
Here's an explanation of why time flies that I heard once and it made sense to me: each year that you live seems shorter to you because you are viewing it as part of your past experience. That is, when you are 40 years old, a year is 1/40 of your life. When you are 10, a year is 1/10 of your life. 1/10 is a lot bigger than 1/40, so when you are 10, a year is a lot bigger.
Posted by: Hope at November 8, 2006 06:30 PM