Hump Day

Incorrigible
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Computer question: I got Shiny, my iBook, in December. Pretty much every time I use it, it goes in and out of a blue screen. It's only for a split second, and then it goes back to whatever it was doing, but I'm wondering if I should be concerned about this. I love Shiny and will be very sad if Shiny breaks on me.

Sometimes I am astonished that I am a 31-year-old lifelong reader, English major, and former English teacher who has made it this far in life without knowing what so many words mean. My sister and I were talking about the word "incorrigible" recently. We decided we don't really ever use it or have a good concept of what it means. All we know is that Kurt told Maria that he was incorrigible and when he asked her, "What's 'incorrigible'?" she said, "I think it means that you want to be treated like a boy." So my friend was telling me the other day about her 2.5-year-old daughter is "incorrigible," I think particularly in terms of potty-training. And I asked her what it meant, and she explained, but then she checked the dictionary just to be sure. It means "bad beyond correction or reform; impervious to constraints or punishment; willful; unruly; uncontrollable; firmly fixed." So we then discussed the use of the word in terms of Kurt, or, more specifically, in terms of the definition that Maria gave Kurt. What did that mean, exactly, when she said she thinks it just means he wants to be treated like a boy? Was she joking with him? Was she trying to spare him the negative connotations of the word? Then I talked to my sister about it, and she said maybe Maria was making a joke about men and boys. And how they can be, in general, incorrigible. So who knows? Who knows what Fraulein Maria meant? Not me.

I went to my boyfriend's first gig with his new band. I knew they'd be good, but they were sensational. It was a great turnout for a weeknight, and there were lots of rocker-types there appreciatively banging their heads in the crowd and cheering with great enthusiasm after every song. I even banged my head a little myself. I think it could not have gone better. I'd never really seen him rock out before in the lead singer capacity for a full set, and he was dynamite. I know I don't talk about him in a specific way very often here because he's my man and I like to keep that private, but he really let it rip both vocally and on his guitar. Also, I think you have not really lived until you hear an original rock song with your name in it being performed live for the first time and being blasted out of the speakers it in its full glory. We didn't get home until the middle of the night, I am basically coughing up black tar from the smoke, and my ears will probably be ringing for years due to their bizarrely bionic oversensitivity and the unprecedented rockingoutness of my ear drums, but I don't care. It was awesome.

This is one of the best online journals I've ever come across in a lot of years of reading online journals. I've been spending an obscene amount of time reading her archives. (Thanks to Amalah for the heads-up.)

Shelley has ordered me to watch Pretty in Pink again. She said, "In that movie, James Spader is so hot and hateable. He's even more hot and hateable than Hardy-Jenns-with-Two-Ns." We sat for a moment in silence as we realized in simultaneous horror that Some Kind of Wonderful didn't even make the list. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. WRONG.

The only things I care about in this life are me,
my drums, and you.