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Thoughts in progress.
Mar. 16th, 2004 11:09 amSometimes, I think.
I know, I know, dangerous pastime and all that, but I can't really help it.
I've had this little thought cogitating by itself in the back of my brain (as thoughts sometimes are wont) - I can't remember what prompted it initially, but I was reminded Saturday, when I think Sandy said something about how all the pretty people are evil (and didn't we learn that in high school?)
And really, how screwed are our perceptions of personality and appearance by television? I know my perception of age is fucked - look at all the shows with teens played by 20-some actors. I want to be able to trust my first impressions, but...
I dunno. This morning I had to help this one idiot that I intensely dislike (for no real good reason - he's high maintenance, but I started disliking him before I knew how difficult it would be supporting him and his stupid busted laptop.) And then twenty minutes later I got a smile out of cute-boy-down-the-hall-who-occasionally-takes-my-bus, and I think I could get along fine with him if we ever actually exchanged words.
No conclusions yet, just some thinking.
I know, I know, dangerous pastime and all that, but I can't really help it.
I've had this little thought cogitating by itself in the back of my brain (as thoughts sometimes are wont) - I can't remember what prompted it initially, but I was reminded Saturday, when I think Sandy said something about how all the pretty people are evil (and didn't we learn that in high school?)
And really, how screwed are our perceptions of personality and appearance by television? I know my perception of age is fucked - look at all the shows with teens played by 20-some actors. I want to be able to trust my first impressions, but...
I dunno. This morning I had to help this one idiot that I intensely dislike (for no real good reason - he's high maintenance, but I started disliking him before I knew how difficult it would be supporting him and his stupid busted laptop.) And then twenty minutes later I got a smile out of cute-boy-down-the-hall-who-occasionally-takes-my-bus, and I think I could get along fine with him if we ever actually exchanged words.
No conclusions yet, just some thinking.
