February 9th, 2005


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You scored as Dawn Summers. You're a typical teenager. Though it seems people don't care about you, they really do. Heck, they'd give their lives for yours. Things change, you can't change that, but you can deal, and you will!


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Unrealistic expectations.

I was playing on the web, hesitating about filling out a love.com profile. I had actually started, and part way through, I heard the little voice inside my head saying "what the hell are you doing?".

Not doing the relationship thing. Not for a while at least. And when it came to the what are you looking for box, I realized that if I were going to be completely honest, it was going to be rather ugly:

I'm looking for a woman of great beauty. Not just in the physical sense of the word, though that is important, but an emotional and spiritual beauty that shines through her being like sunlight through a stained glass window. A woman of confidence and self-assuredness, sense of humor and intelligence, patience and passion. A woman who understands the Little Black Dress, and the smile that is meant for only me, with a kind and generous nature that can accept friends who need to crash on the couch with a smile and a spare blanket. A woman who likes to play, who understands that dogs belong on the furniture, and that soft kisses in the morning can make it wonderful all day long.

Sounds nice, doesn't it? This is the woman-in-my-head, the invisible partner that I see myself with in those not-quite-awake moments in the morning.

And then I realize that this is a reflection of the ideal me, put through a woman filter. The things that I prize in myself, that I desire in myself.

And my world turns sideways.

Introspection can be a bitch.

Here are the ten worst relationship-sabotagers. And if the first few look dumb and obvious, keep reading; before you get to the end of the list, one or more may hit pretty close to home.

  1. that the right man/woman will fix my life

  2. that he/she will be totally loving and totally attentive, yet remain mysterious

  3. women -- that he will be better and smarter in every way

  4. women -- that he will call all the shots and make all the moves

  5. men -- that she'll naturally be better at domestic chores

  6. men -- that she'll also be less capable at everything else

  7. that if it's true love, he/she will know what I want without me having to ask

  8. that he/she will change what I don't like and instead, do what I want

  9. or if not, that the "little things" which irritate me will get better in some other way

  10. that the relationship will remain the same

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The feces is beginning to impact the rotary air-moving device.
Apparently it has come to the attention of the next layer of management
that the integration is taking longer than expected. Huh. Imagine that.
If only someone had told them sooner.

(For the intuitively impaired, that was sarcasm.)

Got two packages from UPS this morning. One is a package from
McMaster-Carr, which has some bearings and bushings for my dolly wheels;
the other is a bunch of filmmaking books from Amazon.com, including a
book on marketing independent movies. Since this is a big area that I
know very little about, it seemed like a good resource to study up on.
The other books are more on practical filmmaking and screenwriting
(Story, Robert McKee).

By reading about something, I can avoid doing it.

Just kidding. By reading about something, I can avoid doing something
else I should be doing.

Or I could just read at work, since I seem to have to wait for other
people to fix their code to be able to do anything, and those fixes
don't seem to be a real priority to anyone but me.

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So I have this metal plate in my head.

Except that it's not really in my head. And it's not really a plate. More of a pie tin really. But it's metal. Aluminum, I think. And I have several, like four or five.