Saturday, January 03, 2009

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.

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