Thursday This n That

 I woke up this morning with a swoop in my hair.  I could do something about it, but it's raining today and my hair is going to freak out anyway.  :shrug:

Let's talk for a second about the extreme myopia of some people. You say there were no female action leads before your pampered self wandered onto the screen.?  Sigourney Weaver was kicking ass when your parents were still playing with dolls.   And by the way, sweetie, it wasn't you.  It was the story.  You're no action hero.  Sigourney kicks ass is whatever movie she's in, even if she's not actually kicking ass. 

Ooo, that reminds me.  Have y'all ever seen the movie Copycat?  Just watch it.  I caught it on TV the other day and it's still as good as the first time I watched it.  Sigourney kicks ass.  And Harry Connick, Jr. is a delightfully creepy villain.  Yep, that's right, I said villain.  Watch it.

Apropos of nothing, it's a tight spot when your sense of self-preservation comes up against your sense of justice.

I have this weird quirk where I'll say something and then repeat myself. 

... and then repeat myself.

Since 2020, I've been making myself orange juice with tonic water. I'm not sure if the quinine is actually doing anything, but I haven't been sick, so I'll keep at it.  Two bouts of the crud and one pass of the 'rona have swept through my office and I haven't gotten anything.  :knocks on simulated woodgrain:  So, I started jokingly saying 'shut up and drink your tonic' around the house.  And now that's what I call the beverage. I kill me.

When I was in college, I had a friend who would, instead of saying 'knock on wood', say 'knock on simulated woodgrain'.  (Because his car has a simulated wood insert on the dashboard.)  Thirty years later, I'm still saying it that way.

I sometimes wonder whatever happened to that dude.  Unfortunately, he has such a typical name, ton of hits come up and none of them are him.

I've found others of my old gang.  One of them owns a bar in the city where we went to school.  The heavy metal thrasher who introduced me to bands like Jane's Addiction is a teacher now.  I wonder if that last guy still wears two different colored contacts and earrings in all the holes in his ears.  ;o)

Ah, the old days.  Some of them were good.

Got anything on your this n that today?

Thursday This n That

Under the heading of things I did not need to know, I heard on TV the other day that koala poop smells lovely.  Apparently, it's all the eucalyptus they eat.  I would think that would make it smell like cough drops - cue the ewww - but that's me.

In college, I took a class called The Psychology of Sexual Behavior.  It was taught by a woman who looked like she ought to be home baking cookies for the grandkids, which made talking about sexual subjects kind of weird.  Anyway, the only things I remember from the class were the factoids she would drop at the beginning of class - like a sperm whale's penis is twelve feet long and three feet in diameter at the base.  =oO

The hardest part about quitting ice cream is that I have the urge to make chocolate cake but chocolate cake without ice cream is just wrong.  It's been 39 days since I last ate ice cream and I only miss it a little.  Sometimes.  A lot when I'm having a rough day.

Yesterday, I had to run a quick errand and on the drive, I got a sudden craving for chocolate.  Would you believe the dollar store has already changed over to Easter candy?  Those unromantic bastards.  Anyway, I snagged a Russell Stover Maple Cream egg and assorted non-holiday chocolates.  I inhaled the egg when I got home.  So fluffy!  Yum! 

I also picked up a Dr. Pepper, which I hadn't had in years.  I also haven't had a carbonated soda in months.  I might've drank a third of it.  It was interesting.  Definitely burpy.  And I definitely don't miss it.

Okay, I think I've chewed your ears enough today.  What's on your mind?

Long Ago and Far Away

Time is a funny thing.  It doesn't seem like I've been married for 15 years.  It doesn't feel like I moved away from Michigan 18 years ago.  It sure as hell doesn't seem real that I left college 27 years ago.  Twenty-seven years.  :shudder:

Yesterday, a friend of Hubs posted to FB that he was in Marquette.  And I got a case of the jealousies.  I also got all nostalgic.  I wanted to tell him all the places he could go for a good meal and all the places he could stop for a bit of fun.  But I wasn't sure if any of those places were still there. 

So I took to Google Maps.  And there I was, flying over the city.  I was looking for landmarks I remembered.  And for some reason, I couldn't find the malls. 

Hubs told me that after all that time, they were probably razed.  Nobody goes to malls anymore.  And I was all like 'but... but... but... it's a mall'. 

When I was in college, there were two malls in Marquette.  One in the middle of town and the other on the west side.  One had a huge parking lot perfect for doing donuts in the snow and the other had a nightclub I used to frequent.  (That's all I remember about either of them.) 

After some scouring in satellite view, I found them both.  They're much smaller than I remember.  The one with the nightclub appears to be closed except for a govt office and a dollar store - both on the outside.  No more inside stores - which seems silly when you consider how cold it is in Marquette. 

Anyway, my favorite sub shop is still there.  And my favorite used book store.  And another drinking establishment I enjoyed that had a bar shaped like a gondola.  It isn't all gone.  It's just changed.  More chain restaurants and hotels line the highway.  A new Harley-Davidson store near one of the apartments I rented. 

My favorite bar is gone.  It was walking distance from where I lived the summer after I turned 21 and I spent many a lonely night chatting with the bartender and nursing my drinks before wandering back to my apartment.  Good times.

Chances are I will never go back to Marquette.  I'm hell and gone from Michigan now.  If I go back, it'll be to visit family and they all live in the lower peninsula - an eight hour drive from my college stomping grounds. 

But I guess I'll always be there in my memories.  Where it doesn't seem so long ago that I was wandering the streets and freezing my ass off.  And for a little part of me, it'll always be home.