Mars 1, Type Face 0

I finally sat down to more than the off episode or two of Veronica Mars last night with darkling1 and feiran. Before bigscary gets too excited, I have to say that I was still right about not liking it especially and yet wrong about it's being utterly worthless.

Why not like it? I hate Veronica. ( And the completely fake world she lives in (and not fake the way it's 'supposed' to be either) )

I am reminded of these stupid forums we had in high school where such hard-hitting questions as "Do you feel people treat you worse based on how you dress?" There was this total pot-smoking trashoid who got all weepy about how people treat him like an idiot because they think his choice of hang-out spot (the smoking circle on the edge of campus) and clothing (black and smelling of smoke) meant he was stoner. Clue-in, lame-o, you WERE a stoner. It marked the one and only time I spoke up in forums. I told him, literally, that real life is not like Dawson's Creek (the Veronica Mars of its day), and that there wasn't some rich-bitch cabal to keep him out of the keggers in the rich quadrant of town. They just didn't think of him, period, get used to it. I dunno that being non-existent or unnoticed is better than being actively loathed for HIM, but I'd certainly prefer it to thinking people are taking time out of their day to hate me for absolutely no reason. As long as I can ignore them back, I say live and let live.

I'll be fair, now, and say that Veronica Mars did get slightly better with two or three episodes in, but it's still not tweaking my interest. I can't believe that, after the shit-tacular pilot, this show got picked up. That was the most smarmy, annoying, dead thing I've seen in forever. It's like it was written by some dude trying to approximate all the things that straw-feminists say are awful about men (they are rapists! they let rapists go! they make lousy boyfriends! they're not in touch with their feelings!) in a one-hour period. Fuck that.

Credit where credit is due, it was still better than the documentary Helvetica which I rented for no reason. There's plenty of ways to make a documentary about something obscure with a devoted, geekish following, but this wasn't it. They threw a bunch of graphic designers together and basically just had them wax poetic about how important a font was or was not to them. They did the documentary-requisite "I HATE HELVETICA!" "I LOVE HELVETICA" stuff, and that's all I got out of it.

Can't you see that I am WORKING?

(well, I was at the time...)

The Department Head is interviewing someone today and she arrived late. So this guy has just been wandering, waiting for her. She showed up about fifteen minutes ago, and I told her about her appointment looking for her when I passed her coming in. I assumed the problem would resolve itself.

Cut to literally two minutes ago, where he reappears wanting to know where she is. He knocked on her door and got no response and he's expecting the post-doc or me to do...something. I suggested he knock a little louder in case she didn't hear him. This was the exchange:

Me: Maybe she's on the phone and didn't hear you. Try knocking a little louder, maybe?
Him: Oh no, I don't want to disturb her by knocking louder. Would you do it?

...what? First off, I'm in mid transfer of something--I've got tools in my hands as he's pestering us, so I hardly think I've got the off time to devote to solving your problem. Secondly, what? It's okay if we bother her, but not you? I'm not the one looking for a job, pal. If you're going to be a coward, that's your business. You either suck it up and wait or you fucking knock on her door a second time. I'm not going to try to ANNOUNCE YOU TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS or some shit. Fuck, man.

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Ha-ha! I totally spilled liquid Nitrogen on my pants. It's been that sort of day.

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Happy Birthday to umeyard! She's a big'un this year, a nice, round number that shall not be named. Go out and have fun on me! And be sure to demand an extra big cuddle from widdle Sylar.