Friday, June 30, 2006

SUPERMAN RETURNS

“How is it that nobody thinks Clark Kent is Superman?”
“Clark Kent wears glasses. Superman doesn’t.”

If this explanation is at all bothering or troublesome, Superman Returns is not the movie for you. It’s a movie that gives completely into its classic superhero vibe and sticks to that groove. Whereas so many superhero films in recent years have tried to make their heroes as gritty and realistic as possible, Superman Returns takes the path of fantasy and reminds us what makes superheroes larger than life.

I love Superman. Always have. The idea of an all-powerful hero never seemed lame to me. It was primarily inspiring because in spite of his awesome power, Superman always did the right thing. He never used his powers for selfish means, and viewed them as a gift not just for himself, but for all of mankind, a people he was never truly one of but felt the need to give back.

Was I predisposed to love the movie? Not at all. If anything, I was scared they’d screw it all up and I’d forever have to explain that Superman really is a great character (such is my eternal task with Daredevil, the Hulk, and Cyclops). I was afraid they’d try to make him too cool, too edgy, and take away all the stuff that makes him a classic. Look, Superman isn’t a cool character. There’s no cool factor to him. Batman is cool; he’s got the gadgets and an awesome car and he runs around kicking ass. At the center of the Batman/Superman difference is their central missions. Batman’s really is to rid Gotham City of crime, which means going out and finding crime and seeing that it’s (non-lethally) disposed of. On the contrary, Superman’s mission is a protector; he helps people. If that means putting the hurt on a bad guy, then so be it. But if you notice throughout the entire course of the film, as I recall, Superman never directly FIGHTS anybody. There are fantastic action sequences, but none of them involve a fight scene, which I think is pretty remarkable in modern action filmmaking.

Not that Superman Returns is really an action movie anyway. As I said, the action sequences are unbelievable (Superman rescuing the plane will forever be at hand as soon as this hits DVD), but they are few an far between. This is the next step in superhero films, where the special effects are big but the story isn’t focused on a bad guy and a good guy. The core story of Superman Returns is actually more like Casablanca than anything else. It’s about old loves coming back into your life.

And it is beautiful. I’ve seen the movie twice now, both times in digital (my continued love/hate relationship with Bridgeport every time my brother insists we go there), and wow…it’s just about the best looking film I’ve ever seen. Every shot is a work of art. Batman Begins made an important first step in establishing an artistic style in superhero films, but Superman Returns takes it a step further. Metropolis finally feels like a real city, instead of simply a stand-in for New York.

But getting back to the fantasy elements, they are really strong in this. Like I said, if the central premise of glasses as a disguise has always been a problem for you, you’re not the audience for Superman, as there are any number of logical or scientific flaws in the story. There is almost no conceivable way for Lex Luthor’s plan to work, and the fact that the basics of it is explained purely by the fact that the crystals are alien makes me smile. It just gets more complicated from there (like Lois could really come out okay being thrown around in that plane), but this is one of the few times I’ll say it – it’s a comic book. Hang back and enjoy it.
One aspect in the Superman/Lex storyline I did enjoy (which was by and large badly edited; they lost a lot of momentum with me in the early cuts between what Superman was doing and what Lex was doing) was that it was structured very different from every modern superhero film. Every one of those, be it Batman or Spider-Man or ¬X-Men or Daredevil will have the hero and villain do two to four battles before some sort of final showdown in which it’s all put on the line, after which all must be resolved. In Superman Returns, there’s like one showdown. Sort of. And like I said, it’s not really a fight. And after it all, everything is not okay, and Singer and company do a fantastic job of really bringing out the heroic aspect of Superman during it all (and they get major props for frequent and awesome use of heat vision).
It’s the same reason the plane sequence works – Superman doesn’t succeed with his idea of how to stop it from falling right away. He makes some mistakes. In these instances, and in one big moment towards the end of the film, we’re reminded that Superman is only human. Metaphorically anyway.
The thing in the film I feared the most is the presence of Lois’ son, Jason. I’m not going to spoil anything, but for my money they really nailed it. My only fear now is I can’t see any direction for them to go with that story in a sequel without making the worst film ever, but you shouldn’t judge a film by how well it sets up the next I suppose.

The cast is spectacular almost all around, Brandon Routh especially. I’m a HUGE fan of Christopher Reeve’s performance as Superman and Clark Kent. It’s one of my favorites of any film. But Routh finds a way to hit the key notes of what makes Superman, but there were only a couple moments that reminded me of Reeve. He also plays the difference between Clark and Superman a little more subtly than Reeve did. Until seeing the movie, I was unconvinced he could pull off the role, as he didn’t particularly look like Superman. But seeing him onscreen, and especially hearing him, I was blown away. I never thought anyone could ever really BE Superman again, but here he is.

Kevin Spacey’s great, what else is new? He also has one of the best entrances of a villain in cinema history. Frank Lengella is fantastic as Perry White. And Sam Huntington cracked me up every time as Jimmy Olsen; I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen the character portrayed as well as he is here. Kate Bosworth’s Lois Lane is a different story altogether. They’ve yet to really craft a great Lois onscreen (watch the animated series for that), but we’re getting there. Bosworth plays Lois’ vulnerabilities just fine, but her strengths poorly. And more than anything else, Lois has to come off as a strong character, and she just doesn’t.

However, the real revelation to me in this movie was James Marsden as Richard White, Lois’ fiancĂ©e. His performance in the film makes it all the more upsetting that Bryan Singer didn’t know what to do with him in the first two X-Men films, because he is fantastic here, especially considering his role could have easily been reduced to Mary Jane’s astronaut-boyfriend in Spider-Man 2. If ever there was a man who could compete with Superman, Marsden’s Richard would be him.

Anyway, I loved the movie, even more the second time now that I was done comparing it to my expectations, and just to stuff I wanted to see. I might even end up liking it more than Spider-Man 2 (which is still the most excited I’ve ever been coming out of a movie). The first time though (at Cinetopia) had the best damn audience anywhere. When people cheer in recognition of the opening credits, patterned after Superman: The Movie, I know I’m with my people. And especially when the in the back yelled “Go Brandon!” when Routh’s name came onscreen, it really reminded me of how much we (the geeks) had riding on this, and how much we wanted it, and especially him, to succeed. And to my everlasting joy, they did.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Oh Target

Yesterday some woman managed to run her riding cart into a glass spacer between doors at the entrance to the Target I work at and broke her nose. It was probably the funniest thing I've ever seen, up until the catastrophic nosebleed.

That is all. How are your summers going?

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

4th of July

Hey guys, I apologize for not posting this earlier...but there you are.

On the 4th, similarly to last year, you're all invited to my grandma's house. She lives on the banks of the Willamette River, right across the way from Waverly Golf Club, which puts on a pretty nifty fireworks show. The show starts at 10 PM (you know, when it's darkish), but feel free to show up any time after 9.

I won't be putting my grandma's house address on the internet. If you want/are able to come, feel free to contact me; most of you know my cell, my AIM screenname is sometimes signed on, and the house phone works. I suppose you could even email. Whatever works. But yeah, if you wish to come but the lack of directions hinders you, gimme a call.

...that's about it.

I finally found out what part of Mexico Ian is from.

Am I studying abroad? Yes, lots of them. At first impression, I was glad to live in the US because I think the average American girl is prettier than the average Mexican girl. Yet I’m finding that Mexican girls have pretty cool personalities. Yesterday I had a second girl in 2 days tell me that I was really cool. American girls are never so blunt. And I wasn’t even telling that good of jokes. The first one said I was ripped, so she’s clearly delusional, but in a good way. Maybe I’ll come down here again to search for a potential wife because the marianismo of the culture idolizes submissive women, and I really enjoy getting my way so basically I want a doormat of a woman. Just kidding. But no seriously, I’m just kidding. Here’s another thing:
What do you call a dog with no legs?
It doesn’t matter. He’s not coming.
They loved that one! Jokes like that stopped working in grade school for me back in the States.



Anywho, I spent last weekend in Pachuca, Mexico. Llovana celebrated her birthday in a cabin in the woods with a group of friends. We drove an hour away from the city into the woods, and when we reached the cabin, there were tree-covered mountains on all sides, with a river snaking through all the mountains.



I was really lucky to find the group. The first Sunday I was here I looked up the closest Protestant church in the area. It happened to be Primera Iglesia Bautista. I've always admired how there can be so many First Baptist Churches. How are they all the first one? A missionary lady gave me the number of a missionary family hosting a group of college students. I've been running around with them ever since. They're all from the Bible Belt. When I came here, I knew I would have an intercultural experience. I just didn’t know it would be with so many with gringos. There are about 150 Americans studying here and one 1 Canadian. “I suppooze it’s kinda fun, ay?” He really said that!

Monday, June 26, 2006

Hookwinked, Or: A Very Good Reason to Watch Where You Throw Things

So there we were, cruising along back from the Seaside section of the Oregon Coast. Pat was up front driving, riding shotgun was Matthew Spear. I was behind Matt in the right nut of the middle row, Ian hanging at the left nut, Maggie sitting tight in bitch. In the back row sat Mike directly behind me, Nancy next to him, Ben next to hear. Full house, packed car.



Beach traffic was wicked that day, as many a city-dweller sought the respite of slightly-cooler weather, or at least the quick option of a large, very cold body of water. We were running at what must have been roughly anywhere between 0 and 15 miles an hour in two-lane traffic when Ben declared he had to use the restroom. I suggested he just go by the side of the road, as he could easily catch up with us down the road a ways. He said he’d think it over.

Not long after, the two lanes merged into one, and our real trouble began. A white car tried to pull out to the right from behind us and jump in front, believing somehow that this one-car leap would give him a huge advantage. I was about to turn and yell out my window for them to calm down, when I heard their engine roar. Then I noticed the car, which was white with a black pinstripe running just off-center and featured two speakers placed (not installed) onto the back ledge of the vehicle’s interior, was being driven by two African-American gentlemen who looked in no mood for any sort of nay saying from a white scrawny boy in a Suburban.

I quickly yelled, “they’re from the hood!” as they passed by, but I was too late. The cherry (from a container Maggie had provided) had already left Ian’s hand and miraculously collided with the roof of the car. Given Ian’s position relative to their vehicle, and that the throw was done left-handed, I would have commended him for the toss if not for the nature of its victim. Soon, the man in the driver’s seat threw an unknown object at us. It was around then that everyone became aware of the nature of our adversary, and all of us who were in a position to quickly slid down for fear of being shot.




We road peacefully behind them for a couple of miles, during which they reached around in the back (for a gun?) more times than was comfortable, though we eventually were certain of the presence of a child. After a bit of time, Ben’s bladder could no longer rest and he climbed out the window next to Ian (while the car was moving, mind you…it was quite a sight) and ran to climb over a nearby hill, seeking privacy for his urination. Traffic quickened, and fearing we would leave Ben behind forever, we pulled over at the next convenient place while Matt relieved himself...




...and we waited for Ben to catch up.




As soon as he did, it was back on the road, and into sporadic traffic, but it wasn’t long until we spotted the hoods on the side of the road, standing there doing nothing at all, until we passed and they launched an unknown object towards us. Matt responded with his middle digit while the rest of us ducked like little babies.

Not long after down the road, thinking we lost them long ago, I heard Nancy ask “Is that them behind us?” We looked back and sure enough…black pinstripe. Could they have seen us pull over and done the same simply to rejoin traffic and hunt us down? How had they then gone through all those cars and caught up with us? What was their larger plan? Could all this have really happened over a cherry? So many questions, but with not enough time to answer them as not long after, we saw a police car on the side of the road pulling over an old beater for God knows what. But it wasn’t that one that had our attention, it was the one driving the opposite way down the road who had stopped in the middle of it, allowed us to pass, and then by some insane chance or what can only by described as a miracle…

…they pulled over the black pinstriped car.

To this day (hour) we are uncertain why this took place. Were they simply harassing several cars on the road, or did this run deeper?

There are any number of stories from the beach that day, from the sand crabs to the OSU comeback in the 4th inning to the sunburn we all received to a random middle-aged woman who insisted Ben pick up the only hot girl in a group of three, leaving me and Mike high and dry to the rest of what could only be described as an utterly insane 3-hour drive home, but what will stick in my head above and beyond all of them was our encounter with the hoods, and how certain we were, if only for brief moments, of impending doom.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

THE BREAK-UP

Shocked. I was shocked when I left the theater tonight. For a number of reasons. First, I was shocked at just how good the movie was. Not just funny; I could tell from the trailers it’d be hilarious. But I was shocked at how serious it was. How completely different it was from what you’d be led to expect. It’s entertaining, but honest in its entertainment. Then I was shocked that I almost didn’t see it. I got caught up in the anti-hype and the 31% on Rotten Tomatoes, and almost let it slip by (normally, if I don’t see a movie within its first two weeks of release, it’s unlikely I’ll catch back up). Then I was shocked at the 31%, that critics haven’t responded better to the kind of movie they should have been clamoring for – one that’s more ANNIE HALL than TWO WEEKS NOTICE

There’s a lot going on here. First, this is a huge leap forward for Vince Vaughn. To my knowing, he hasn’t had a role like this since his breakout in the fantastic SWINGERS back in 1996. He’s been through a huge, much deserved resurgence since 2003’s OLD SCHOOL doing everything from the yearly Wilson Bros./Ben Stiller/Will Ferrell comedy to an indie hit (THUMBSUCKER) to an action movie (MR. & MRS. SMITH), and has come out now with easily his best work to date. He’s a funny, engaging actor who ends up more relatable than I thought he’d be at the beginning of the flick. Really, just fantastic work.

But it is a relationship movie, and like a relationship, it takes two. I’ve never been a Jennifer Aniston fan. I think she’s a talented enough actress, and funny on occasions. I’m not a big fan of FRIENDS, but I liked her well enough in OFFICE SPACE I suppose. But here, she’s funny in a way Vaughn isn’t – whereas much of Vaughn’s comedy comes from the situations he creates, hers is in the reactions. We laugh because we can empathize, as is true for so much of the movie.

And that’s the key right there. It’s relatable. We’ve all been there at one time or another. Not fighting over a condo per se, but dumped. Rejected. Made to feel as if we’re not understood or loved or appreciated by the only person whose understanding, love, and appreciation you need. And the movie touches that exact nerve while making us laugh throughout. If you’re at all a fan of relationship comedies or dramas, I cannot recommend this highly enough because it’s the best of its kind out there right now.

As a final, geeky note, I gotta give a huge mention to the supporting cast, because when I saw the trailer and saw that they squeezed in all of these people who I love to watch but don’t get nearly enough work, that alone made me need to see it. Every one of them comes out just as fantastic as anyone at all familiar with them would expect – Jon Favreau (SWINGERS), Joey Lauren Adams (the chick in CHASING AMY), Jason Bateman (ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT’s Michael Bluth), Justin Long (DODGEBALL), Vincent D’Onofrio (the alien in MEN IN BLACK and the dad in THUMBSUCKER), and believe it or not, Peter Billingsley (Ralphie from A CHRISTMAS STORY). They’re all underused, but only because they’re all enormously talented. Go see any of the stuff listed above, it’s all fantastic.

P.S. Someone should post something...besides Doug declaring that he's better than me, I've made now the last three posts...and that scares me.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Counting Crows Live

First, they played with the Goo Goo Dolls, a band I didn’t have any particular feeling towards going in but now just do not like. Their act didn’t have an ounce of life in it, and I wondered if there was any real point in coming out with a new album when they’re clearly content (though not at all thrilled) to play “Iris” and “Give A Little Bit” from town to town. Anyway, completely bland and forgettable, not unlike so much of their work.

The Crows, however, were a different story altogether. I was talking about this with Ben last night, how there are some bands I truly dig their music and in many ways simply admire (Zeppelin, The Beatles), but only have a loose connection with emotionally. Their music is fantastic, but it mostly doesn’t hit me in a specific way, nor do I have a great memory tied to it. On the other hand, there are bands that it’s almost all emotion, where their music hits a certain viewpoint or feeling I’ve always had, or I have a very specific memory in which their music resonated with me (The Beach Boys and Queen are probably the two best examples…also Joni Mitchell). With the Crows, it all started when I saw them in concert three years ago, as they were playing with John Mayer, who I immediately regretted actually wanting to see. But the Crows, a band I was only scarcely familiar with, blew me away. They had a whole set-up onstage that included (electric) candles, and front-man Adam Duritz half-grooved, and half-hobbled around stage, as much engrossed in the melody as the rest of us. This is something that can come off as a little self-righteous, but not to me; not this time at least.

Though they changed the look of the show (a little more traditional-light-heavy, which worked big time for them during “Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby”), the feel was the same, and now that I’m actually familiar with their work a bit more, noticed a number of other things. First, their songs are very, very different when they perform them live than their studio releases. Not unlike Zeppelin, the Crows do relatively tight, focused studio tracks, and then unleash a more free-form, expressive version of the song onstage. Which, if you’re anything like me and demand something you can’t buy on CD when you see a band live (and that something has to go beyond “they’re playing right in front of you”), is the best thing ever.

They started off a tad shaky as “Recovering the Satellites” and especially “Hard Candy” were almost exact duplicates of their studio tracks, and they were using a lot of video to back them up (which ultimately destroyed any chance the Dolls had with me), but by the time they went into “Mrs. Potter,” here were the Crows I fell for in 2003. Duritz wandered the stage almost aimlessly, rocked out as he sung, and changed or expanded on many of the lyrics, making for a similar, yet very different experience from listening to the album. And he held out the mic the first few times for the “talk! to! me!” which I’m a big fan of. They continued their free-form, expressive style throughout, giving the fans something new as often as they could. I’ve heard “Mr. Jones” and “Hangin’ Around” a thousand times (and still love them both to death), but never like this. It wasn’t just that it was there right in front of me…they lyrics were different, parts were dropped entirely. They were completely different songs, but still with the exact same mood and feel to them. It’s really hard to describe, but it’s the best experience you can get in a live show because you couldn’t hope to capture it in audio alone…the tech work and the band’s energy just flows from the stage, all the way to the lawn seats my brother and I had.

They didn’t just play the hits, either, which is always nice. Besides giving me something I can’t get on CD, a huge bonus for me at a concert is when they don’t play a song or two that I’d love to hear (in this case, I wanted “Round Here” the whole time but came up empty), but it doesn’t bother me in the least. There was no “Accidentally in Love” or “Big Yellow Taxi,” but fantastic renditions of “Goodnight Elizabeth” (which, it turns out, is about a girl from Lake Oswego…fun fact) and most definitely “Richard Manuel is Dead.” And hearing “A Long December” and “Holiday in Spain” (a fantastic choice for an encore song, it turned out) just killed me all over again.

It was the first show of their tour, and it felt every bit like it. It may all be part of show business, but the feeling I got watching it was a band giving their all, part out of love for the fans but mostly just for love of playing the music and being onstage together.

What a great band.

Haha, I'm better than Scott

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Movie Catch-Up

It’s really more that I’m too lazy to write full reviews of these, even though they're far and above the last couple I did write full ones for, but they all certainly deserve mention (and I know I barely wrote a word on X3, but in the end there was so little of the movie I really cared about…it didn’t suck, but it also didn’t really beg for any further thought). So it goes...

AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH

In the end, I guess nothing I can really say will make you NEED to see this, essentially a film of the presentation Al Gore has been making across the nation about global warming, but just know that it totally convinced me it’s an issue that NEEDS to be addressed immediately, and there are no real politics in there, besides the occasional Bush joke (but of all the people deserving to make Bush jokes, Gore should be the guy who gets to). It’s more frightening than a lotta horror movies out there, and Gore should get a lot of credit for the amount of research he’s done into a topic nobody cares about. And believe it or not, Al Gore is an entertaining, engaging speaker. If he’d been this good, he might have won the election. Oh wait…

See it if you care about the future of the planet.

THE PROPOSITION

It’s bleak as hell, dirty as sin, but the best badass movie I’ve seen since OLDBOY. The essential storyline is set in Australia in the 1880s and revolves around a police captain (Ray Winstone, who next year will kick medieval ass as Beowulf…yeah, THAT Beowulf) who offers a criminal (Guy Pearce, the guy from Memento) and his younger brother a pardon if he goes and kills his older brother (Danny Huston), a man with a far darker past. Every member of the cast is fantastic, especially Guy Pearce, who once again solidifies his status as the man. Easily the best Western I’ve ever seen, though I haven’t seen many (I do like Tombstone though), and it relies on themes of family and loyalty in the midst of criminals that I’m completely a sucker for. It is extraordinarily violent though, if that’s a concern, but if you’ve seen The Passion you can take it. Beautifully shot, completely gripping but with a really epic feel for its hour-forty-five running time.

A PRAIRIE HOME COMPANION


I honestly can’t believe it, but right now this is my favorite movie of the year. If you want to get into the technicalities of filmmaking, sure, United 93 is superior, but I’ll almost always lean towards the feel-good movie, and that is this. The story, such as it is, revolves around the backstage activity of the final broadcast of Garrison Keillor’s famous radio program, but is done in such a way as the recreate the feeling of listening to the show. If you don’t like the show, you’ll hate the movie, but the rest of you will fall in love with it. Saying such actors as Meryl Steep, Lily Tomlin, Woody Harrelson, Tommy Lee Jones, Virginia Madsen, and John C. Reilly are fantastic in it is one thing, but when even I fall for Lindsay Lohan, that’s saying something. And Kevin Kline is surprisingly hilarious as Guy Noir, though a completely different version of the character than Keillor plays it on the show. Oh, and it’s directed by Robert Altman, who even at 81 and now with an Honorary Oscar under his belt proves he’s still got what it takes, more so even than almost every other director out there.

I absolutely love this movie, and cannot recommend it highly enough.

So that's the catch-up. Still have to see The Break-Up, Cars, and starting Friday...Nacho Libre.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

"But what do you actually... do?"

Sounds like there have been a few rumors about my job that I've failed to clear up. For example, Mike thought I was making about 14 times Oregon's minimum wage (all right, because I told him that, but come on, man), and others think I'm just sitting in a cubicle for eight hours a day surfing Wikipedia. Skylar asked me the other day if I really earned the money I was making, and it only occurred to me a few days ago why I'm earning anything at all--the stuff I do occasionally frees up the time of people who are making far more than I am. In other words, no.

I started writing down a few examples of what I do last week in my gridded, pocket-size moleskine I got back at school. (In a stunning display of boredom and ingratitude I actually decorated it with copper conducting tape that was lying around. It looks pretty cool now.) But if I've learned anything from working so far that isn't related to physics or personal hygiene, it's that I have to have a stake in everything I do if I want to ensure quality work. That's why the list is composed of two parts: the way I would describe it on a resume, and the way an objective onlooker (or my now-defunct and thus hypothetical conscience) would describe it. As follows:

Me: "Researching novel sources for Focused Ion Beam systems."
Conscience: "Watching smart people operate a device you did not help them build."

Me: "Construction of high-frequency oscillating magnetic field source."
Conscience: "Using a hacksaw and electrical tape on a component from Radio Shack."

Me: "Advanced metal deposition for substrate bonding."
Conscience: "Soldering. Failing. Soldering again."

Me: "Testing electromagnetic interference effects on focused ion and electron columns."
Conscience: "Moving Radio Shack component around expensive machinery. Recklessly."

Me: "High-energy fabrication of vacuum probes with sub-micron tip diameter."
Conscience: "Putting glass stick in hole. Pressing button."

Me: "Conductive carbon deposition for discharging of ion-beam target."
Conscience: "Putting glass stick in hole. Pressing two buttons."

Me: "Utilization of focused ion beam system for destructive-sputter machining."
Conscience: "Click. Click. Click. Drag. Play games on cell phone for 10 min; repeat."

Me: "Working toward a mutually beneficial internship involving both learning and service to the corporation."
Conscience: "You're pretty much a dick. I'm out of here."

I also keep a tally page near the end. So far I have worked 14 days, destroyed 3 amplifiers (which may or may not have been my fault!), injured myself twice, beaten 3 cell phone games, and eaten in the cafeteria once. (One time too many.)

I did, however, end up at the Wikipedia page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toilet-related_injury the other day ("Small children run the risk of drowning if they fall headfirst into the toilet"). It was one of those moments that really hits you--one of those "What am I doing with my life" moments that makes you want to throw everything away and join the Peace Corps, or take a two-hour lunch break that involves Washington Square Mall. And by you I mean me. (The guy said he didn't need me until 1:00... well, the economy needs me all the time.)

Anyway, I hope that answers your questions. Meanwhile, don't scorn me. I'm sure I'm just being groomed for the really difficult technical problems that they'll set me to. Next week.

Postscript: Please, feel free to call my office phone at any time. If I'm there I can pretend to have a real work-related conversation with you and boy will my coworkers be impressed. Except the guy in the next cubicle down from me, who appears to harbor some ill will toward me. Maybe it's just that famous engineering social side.

Monday, June 05, 2006

SATURDAY AT 12!!! Pool Party!!! Free Pizza!!! *

Yeah so SAturday for sure! Call me if you can make it!!


I am moving the weekend of the 16th and you are all invited to come and celebrate!! After I find out my exact schedule I will know even more specific times but until then keep that weekend free as much as possible!! Because who doesn't love three pools to swim in and free pizza and pop!?!?

*Fun and free food only upon using muscles to help move big boxes, furniture, etc.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Well, hell just froze over

Actually, I finally got a cell phone. IM me or e-mail me at adrianna.stanley@mu.edu to get the number.

Yeeee-haaaa!