Life: I gots me an internship! As my sister said when I told her, "Oh, hooray!" The fun part is she says things like that all the time, and without a trace of irony. She's a very sincere person. Has the vocabulary of a college professor. Wants to be a nurse. Where was I? Internship. I'm working part-time for my local hometown paper (yay!) as a copy editor. Unfortunately, it's an afternoon paper, which means the deadline is at 9:30 a.m., which means I have to be there at 6:30 a.m., which means I have to get up at 5 a.m., which means I have to go to bed by nine. The best I've made so far is 9:30 p.m. Fortunately, I'm getting paid. Double-plus fortunately, once this is completed, I'll graduate in December and have my piece of vellum and be all official and gradamacated and all that. My editor (who's a pretty awesome boss) even talked like he might keep me on after the internship is over (which will probably be about the end of October - incidentally, my favoritest time of year ever, even more than late May). So yay me!
I don't know what it is, exactly, about October that appeals to me so much, aside from the obvious: the snap, crackle pop of the air in your alveoli, the colors on the trees, the way everything smells fresh and clear and the way the days get shorter. I love that time in the evening when the sun has gone down but there's still enough light outside that as you sit inside, all warm and cozy, everything is a dark, rich, almost cold blue outside - twilight, I think they call it, but I always called it "blue time." I especially like being outside during blue time, particularly if it's raining - not a serious rain, just a drizzle or enough of a mist to give all the warm yellow lights in the windows an almost angelic glow. I like to pull my scarf tighter, stick my cold hands in my pockets and hunch my shoulders as I walk home.
I'm the opposite of my mother when it comes to weather. If the month has an 'r' in it, she's cold, but I took after my dad. I'm a furnace. I like cold weather. I really ought to go north.
Movies: I've now seen Ratatouille three times, and I'm still not sick of it. It's a charming, delightful tour-de-force worthy of all four stars, enforcing the shocking, I say, shocking idea that not everyone is good at everything, but that once you find what you are good at, you should go out there and do it. Also, it's about a gourmet restaurant in Paris and it's got Peter O'Toole. I need say no more.
I also saw The Bourne Ultimatum and just about had a heart attack, it was so awesome. I'm a big fan of the series, mostly because it takes the action/spy genre and turns it into a gritty, realistic human drama. No crazy gadgets, no over-choreographed gun battles, no leather bustiers, just one highly trained, highly resourceful person pitted against others of his kind. It's amazing. Some people have complained about the quote-unquote "liberal politics" evident in this latest installment, but frankly, that's a minor aspect of it and I think the person complaining had his own politics too much on the brain. I don't watch these movies for high-brow intellectual debate, I watch these movies for fun.
Also, if you thought the ending of The Bourne Supremacy was awesome, the ending of Ultimatum is like awesome squared, and with icing.
Also, my sister tells me I have to see Transformers. Apparently the plot (which she tells me is actually pretty good) is just an excuse for lots of cool cars and fighter jets and helicopters and stuff. Which is cool.
Whatever: The building where I'm working now (on my internship! Triumphant laughter!) is a big brick building that used to be a mill. Now it's offices, but because it's an old building and still being renovated, they haven't working the kinks out of the central heating and cooling. Outside, it's been 90 degrees and up for more than a week, and it's going to stay that way for at least another several days. Inside, I've got a sweater on. Now I know I said earlier that I like cold weather, but I draw the line at climate-controlled environments. If they're going to keep things comfortable, they should be comfortable. This isn't Rocky. We have no need for a meat locker. I'm going to the State Fair tomorrow, though, and I imagine I'll be missing it then.
Well, that's enough whingeing from me. Have a good day.