While at work today I was informed of some interesting pieces of information:
1) Rod Serling, of The Twilight Zone fame, originally penned the Planet of the Apes script.
2) Someone edited Planet of the Apes into a 30-minute long black & white film in the style of The Twilight Zone.
Unfortunately it's broken up into three parts, but here they are:
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Fun with Harry Potter
It only seemed fitting that my first day back from several days off would be filled with the same questions over and over again, and of course it was about our favorite half-blood wizard: Harry Potter.
"What do I have to bring to get my book?"
"All we need is your last name."
"But what do I need to bring to get my book?"
"You come in and tell us your last name and we will take care of you from there."
"I don't think you're understanding my question: what do I need to bring to get my book? An ID? My credit card?"
"All we need is your name, it's up to you on how you want to pay for it."
"Oh. So, all I need is my last name...?"
Repeat the lack of logic in that conversation at least 5 times an hour for 8 hours.
But there was a ray of hope for yours truly during the chaos of witchcraft and indirect Satanism caused by HP7 -- of course it came in the form of a customer, and it was a female customer no less. I noticed her while she made her way to psychology and I remembered her from somewhere; maybe it was from a class (a psychology class?) but what I do remember for sure was her laugh and her smile -- creepy, but at least I remembered something about her. A quick sidenote: she reminded me of a 'homelier' version of Rachel Bilson of 'The OC' fame.
I dealt with the same questions about Harry Potter several times in a row when it finally came to me: she was one of my frequent customers when I was in the Beauty Biz. I couldn't remember her name, so it made things a little harder to approach her. I helped more customers and memories of her kept flooding in -- she was really sweet, always laughed at my dumb jokes, and always made an effort to say 'hi' to me when she came in. It was after I helped one of my more special customers that I nearly ran into the Rachel Bilson look alike. There was a brief exchange of awkward excuse me's, this at least cleared one suspicion: she didn't remember me, then again I was wearing normal clothes whereas she saw me in a suit and tie everytime at my previous job. I was heading back to the info desk to help a customer; the customer and I had made contact and I was pretty much doomed to help them, but I felt compelled to go back and talk to her...so I did.
I turned around and trekked back to her, much to the chagrin of my customer at info. I casually went up to her and asked if she remembered me by any chance (this could have ended badly: me with wounded pride) she smiled and said I looked kind of familiar -- this was probably a stock response she had, just so she wouldn't comes across as rude. I gave her the real brief background of us meeting when I used to sell lotion, and like magic we were talking. I remarked about I how I always wanted to get to know her outside of the retailer/customer relationship and she agreed. We exchanged numbers and agreed upon a date for coffee...
...If only that had really happened.
I chickened-out right after I almost ran her down. I helped my customer who had, surprise, a Harry Potter question. I thought about how easy it would have been to have gone back to her and talked to her. Nothing big and fancy, just the two of us talking. It could have ended with the exchanging of numbers and a chance at coffee; it could have ended with a smile and a wave goodbye; it could have ended so many ways, but I settled on the one where I didn't talk to her. It's funny how it seems to be easier to go back and replay moments -- you have the perfect thing to say and you get to script what the other person says. It also has that alternate scene feature found on a DVD: instead of just playing catch up Brett actually invited her to hang out sometime. It seems so much easier sometimes, but it's not as good as the real thing...
"What do I have to bring to get my book?"
"All we need is your last name."
"But what do I need to bring to get my book?"
"You come in and tell us your last name and we will take care of you from there."
"I don't think you're understanding my question: what do I need to bring to get my book? An ID? My credit card?"
"All we need is your name, it's up to you on how you want to pay for it."
"Oh. So, all I need is my last name...?"
Repeat the lack of logic in that conversation at least 5 times an hour for 8 hours.
But there was a ray of hope for yours truly during the chaos of witchcraft and indirect Satanism caused by HP7 -- of course it came in the form of a customer, and it was a female customer no less. I noticed her while she made her way to psychology and I remembered her from somewhere; maybe it was from a class (a psychology class?) but what I do remember for sure was her laugh and her smile -- creepy, but at least I remembered something about her. A quick sidenote: she reminded me of a 'homelier' version of Rachel Bilson of 'The OC' fame.
I dealt with the same questions about Harry Potter several times in a row when it finally came to me: she was one of my frequent customers when I was in the Beauty Biz. I couldn't remember her name, so it made things a little harder to approach her. I helped more customers and memories of her kept flooding in -- she was really sweet, always laughed at my dumb jokes, and always made an effort to say 'hi' to me when she came in. It was after I helped one of my more special customers that I nearly ran into the Rachel Bilson look alike. There was a brief exchange of awkward excuse me's, this at least cleared one suspicion: she didn't remember me, then again I was wearing normal clothes whereas she saw me in a suit and tie everytime at my previous job. I was heading back to the info desk to help a customer; the customer and I had made contact and I was pretty much doomed to help them, but I felt compelled to go back and talk to her...so I did.
I turned around and trekked back to her, much to the chagrin of my customer at info. I casually went up to her and asked if she remembered me by any chance (this could have ended badly: me with wounded pride) she smiled and said I looked kind of familiar -- this was probably a stock response she had, just so she wouldn't comes across as rude. I gave her the real brief background of us meeting when I used to sell lotion, and like magic we were talking. I remarked about I how I always wanted to get to know her outside of the retailer/customer relationship and she agreed. We exchanged numbers and agreed upon a date for coffee...
...If only that had really happened.
I chickened-out right after I almost ran her down. I helped my customer who had, surprise, a Harry Potter question. I thought about how easy it would have been to have gone back to her and talked to her. Nothing big and fancy, just the two of us talking. It could have ended with the exchanging of numbers and a chance at coffee; it could have ended with a smile and a wave goodbye; it could have ended so many ways, but I settled on the one where I didn't talk to her. It's funny how it seems to be easier to go back and replay moments -- you have the perfect thing to say and you get to script what the other person says. It also has that alternate scene feature found on a DVD: instead of just playing catch up Brett actually invited her to hang out sometime. It seems so much easier sometimes, but it's not as good as the real thing...
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