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The piranha-tank-leak-detection job has finished (finally) so my other employee is now actually, you know, stocking the shelves and talking to customers and stuff. After a few mishaps ("But they aren't even orange? What made you think they were goldfish?") she's managed to acquire enough basic proficiency to... sorta...
Look, I'm kidding myself. (I just had to tell her what day and time it is. That information is available in two locations, both right in front of her.) I have some sort of happy delusional serenity that's getting me through my days until she either smartens up or something. I'm noticing that the more work sucks my soul, the less I have for smellin' butterflies or... whatever the heck it is people do when they're not at work. Kitten-huffing?
Kid and I went to see Hotel Transylvania this weekend. I don't think she was impressed. It was a cute movie, with a couple of good thinky-points, and the standard "someone is not what they seem and others are trying to help them maintain their illusion" type of plot.
Bechdel test: Fail, of course. The kid in the movie lives with her dad in a hotel he runs, and mom is dead (no spoiler, that). There are plenty of female guests but they're all wives who arrive with their husbands and spend most screen time talking to them. The door signs on the hotel doors are little shrunken heads, and the one on the kid's room is a woman's head who has quite a few conversations-- with the dad. The kid's on the wrong side of the door.
The kid said it seemed aimed at a bit younger audience; I'm sure that 5 years ago she would have been THRILLED with it. Oh well, guess we get to look forward to Wreck-It Ralph, right?
And, for your delectation, all of the Indiana Jones movies in a .gif:
seriously, no joke, it's great
Look, I'm kidding myself. (I just had to tell her what day and time it is. That information is available in two locations, both right in front of her.) I have some sort of happy delusional serenity that's getting me through my days until she either smartens up or something. I'm noticing that the more work sucks my soul, the less I have for smellin' butterflies or... whatever the heck it is people do when they're not at work. Kitten-huffing?
Kid and I went to see Hotel Transylvania this weekend. I don't think she was impressed. It was a cute movie, with a couple of good thinky-points, and the standard "someone is not what they seem and others are trying to help them maintain their illusion" type of plot.
Bechdel test: Fail, of course. The kid in the movie lives with her dad in a hotel he runs, and mom is dead (no spoiler, that). There are plenty of female guests but they're all wives who arrive with their husbands and spend most screen time talking to them. The door signs on the hotel doors are little shrunken heads, and the one on the kid's room is a woman's head who has quite a few conversations-- with the dad. The kid's on the wrong side of the door.
The kid said it seemed aimed at a bit younger audience; I'm sure that 5 years ago she would have been THRILLED with it. Oh well, guess we get to look forward to Wreck-It Ralph, right?
And, for your delectation, all of the Indiana Jones movies in a .gif:
seriously, no joke, it's great
