Distracted by Air

Archive for August, 2005

Bicyclist Killed in Tuftonboro Crash

August 26, 2005 9:57 am
TUFTONBORO, N.H. — A bicyclist was killed when he was hit by a car in Tuftonboro Thursday night.

Police said that Nathaniel Williams, 23, of Tuftonboro, was hit on Route 109 just after 7:30 p.m.

My heart goes out to his family.

Hope

August 25, 2005 10:44 pm

Hope and the Shawshank Redemption
…just bits of mutterings about hope in my favorite movie.

That there are things in this world not carved out of gray stone. That there’s a small place inside of us they can never lock away, and that place is called hope.

-Andy

Hope is a dangerous thing. Drive a man insane. It’s got no place here. Better get used to the idea.

-Red, replying to Andy

…later, when Red has found Andy’s letter in the field:

Remember, Red. Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. Your friend. Andy.

-Andy, in Voice Over

…Red’s commentary as he journeys to find the escaped Andy in a beach in Mexico:

I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
(beat)
I hope.

–Red, in Voice Over

Test Shave Three

10:01 pm

Skintimate Skintimate vs. Gillette Sensor3 Gillete Sensor

Skintimate Moisturizing Shave Gel, Sensitive Skin
Comparison Pending Use of Other Creams


Gillette Sensor3 3 Blade Disposable Razor for Women

During Shaving: 3
At first, I thought things were going, well, smoothly. It was wonderful, I couldn’t feel a thing. But this razor acts like a slow acting hot pepper. Just when you think you’ve made it through all hunky-dory, the burning slowly makes its way across your tongue and throughout your mouth, lighting you on fire. Despite my being ensconced in my shower, my legs were afire right as I finished shaving my right leg. My left leg, remembering the horror that was the Noxzema Razor Test, plead for mercy. I swear I could hear it through the cascade of water from the shower. Like some slasher movie chick begging for her life from the Nasty Bad Guy in a pounding rain storm as the Nasty Bad Guy cackles and kills her anyway, the rain washing away the evidence. Like said Nasty Bad Guy, I cackled (well, no, I didn’t cackle, I would’ve gotten soap in my mouth), and killed my leg (well, no, didn’t kill the leg either, but I certainly shaved that fucker). However, the shower did a piss-poor job of washing away the evidence. My husband commented on the remenants of shaving cream on the curtain and swore when he stepped on the razor’s safety cap.

Post-Shaving: 3
Dear God! Moisturizer!
*Added later that day–well, evening–my legs itch like hell!

Razor Rash: 6
Not as bad as I thought when my legs screamed for mercy while shaving.

Closeness: 9
What hair?