Scowl.
1. Checking out books at the library.
Librarian: I see you in the cafe all the time talking to your students. You're so kind and patient! I always think it's amazing how someone will sit down with you with this "deer-in-headlights" look, and before I have my coffee they look like they totally get it.
Kat, Immediately afterward: [Awkward confusion of blushes and thanks.]
Kat, 6 or 7 hours later: A man at the library told me he watches me a lot at a cafe?! Which did not strike me as funny?!
Can't Read People Scowl!
2. Getting a Calendar.
Kat, walking through Westwood after library visit, ready to pop into CVS to see if they have 2009 calendars, but a little worried she might not find something she likes or that would seem to compliment her tastes because, after all, she will have to look at it for a whole year and is very picky about making purchases that imply such long term commitments: [sees box of calendars, the first of which features 12 months of coffee photographs, complete with interesting information about coffee history. Purchases said calendar wordlessly and exits store.]
Bemused at own simplicity scowl!
3. Apparently, Guitar People can tell the difference between ironic and actual dorkiness.
Kat: Hi, I'm looking for a guitar strap.
Salesman: Acoustic or electric?
Kat: Electric.
Salesman: [surprised.] Really? And I had you pegged as the acoustic type...
Kat: [eyes the "Electric" corner of the store, where another salesman is non-judgementally helping a young man wearing the same cardigan that she is.]
Not even cool enough to be mistaken for a hipster scowl!
4. Watching Bones.
A few days ago...
Mom: I watched one episode of that show Bones, and I think the scientist woman reminds me of you. She rationalizes everything and puts everything into big words, but she barely knows what American Idol is.
Kat: Mom, that's silly.
Today, while eating dinner...
Sweets: [says something about pie.]
Booth: That's ridiculous, Bones doesn't like pie.
Bones: Not apple pie. I don't like my fruit cooked.
Mom is right scowl!!
Accompanied by fresh fruit and hyper rationality are connected quizzical eyebrow.
Scowl scowl scowl! Scowl.
1. Checking out books at the library.
Librarian: I see you in the cafe all the time talking to your students. You're so kind and patient! I always think it's amazing how someone will sit down with you with this "deer-in-headlights" look, and before I have my coffee they look like they totally get it.
Kat, Immediately afterward: [Awkward confusion of blushes and thanks.]
Kat, 6 or 7 hours later: A man at the library told me he watches me a lot at a cafe?! Which did not strike me as funny?!
Can't Read People Scowl!
2. Getting a Calendar.
Kat, walking through Westwood after library visit, ready to pop into CVS to see if they have 2009 calendars, but a little worried she might not find something she likes or that would seem to compliment her tastes because, after all, she will have to look at it for a whole year and is very picky about making purchases that imply such long term commitments: [sees box of calendars, the first of which features 12 months of coffee photographs, complete with interesting information about coffee history. Purchases said calendar wordlessly and exits store.]
Bemused at own simplicity scowl!
3. Apparently, Guitar People can tell the difference between ironic and actual dorkiness.
Kat: Hi, I'm looking for a guitar strap.
Salesman: Acoustic or electric?
Kat: Electric.
Salesman: [surprised.] Really? And I had you pegged as the acoustic type...
Kat: [eyes the "Electric" corner of the store, where another salesman is non-judgementally helping a young man wearing the same cardigan that she is.]
Not even cool enough to be mistaken for a hipster scowl!
4. Watching Bones.
A few days ago...
Mom: I watched one episode of that show Bones, and I think the scientist woman reminds me of you. She rationalizes everything and puts everything into big words, but she barely knows what American Idol is.
Kat: Mom, that's silly.
Today, while eating dinner...
Sweets: [says something about pie.]
Booth: That's ridiculous, Bones doesn't like pie.
Bones: Not apple pie. I don't like my fruit cooked.
Mom is right scowl!!
Accompanied by fresh fruit and hyper rationality are connected quizzical eyebrow.
Scowl scowl scowl! Scowl.
