Fanbashing Memoirs Of A Geisha!

      I'm back online! Whoo!
     Okay, time to do the things I've been itching to do for about nine days. Like criticizing Memoirs Of A Geisha. I love it for Chiyo's trans-formation alone. It's an incredible movie. But....I think I've finally noticed a mistake! Close to the beginning of the movie, we learn that Chiyo is nine, and Hatsumomo is more than twenty years old. If she was nine when she, too, was sold to the okiya; then Hat-sumomo has been there for at least twelve years. Yet, Auntie says Hatsumomo has "never even had a patron." Yet Hatsumomo has also been said to bring in good money.

      According to my research, they are called Geisha in Tokyo; and they are called Geiko in Kyoto. I had always been under the assumption that, much like an hierarchy, you had to get promoted up to Geisha; and that Maiko and Geiko were titles beneath Geisha. I thought they were practicing and earning more fame, but did not have a danna or benefit from having one. But unless I'm mis-understanding, you go from maiko to Geisha just like Chiyo did; and if you need to sell your mizuage to become a full Geisha as Auntie also implies, then Hatsumomo never actually stopped being a maiko.

      Great, now every time I see this movie I'm going to remember that Hatsumomo is an unnecessary character. But I have missed criticizing stuff. I guess I get that from my dad.

Aptitude

      My mother and brother thought it would be funny to time me when I type. Turns out, fifteen words in nine seconds; which is equivalent to 100 words per minute. Now they're thinking I should be a stenographer.

The Worst Of Times

      We're low on a lot of products and completely out of others. It's pretty rough. I've been looking around on the Internet, and I learned that I have in my possession a coin that is worth at least $130, but has also been sold for three to five thousand. I try not to get my hopes up, but even at its lowest assumed value, it could save us. If I'm lucky, it will get us out of a sticky situation for at least a couple of months.

      I just wish I had better luck.

Late Winter

      It's been snowing hard here since the 10th. My brother, poor guy, fell in the driveway while shoveling and hurt his back. He healed. This morning, he was trying to do laundry, but the machine ate his coins and didn't turn on; so he walked through blizzard-like conditions to exchange his money for loonies to give it another shot, but when he got back everything was frozen; the pipes, the water. He is just having a shitty week!

      He's out there shoveling again, but it's no use. Every time he turns his back, the snow covers up what he cleared.

      And it gets worse. The store is out of some things and low on other things, and the delivery men refuse to come out here. And even if they did, we can't afford anything at all. Frozen bodies have been pulled out of very local ditches. And I'm afraid, because the people who built this house were really stupid and all of my plug-ins are under a window covered by plastic that, I'm sure, is gathering a lot of moisture.

      I think I'll go unplug everything and then make sure my brother can have a hot coffee.

...

      Well, my life has taken a depressing turn; I sleep from 8 AM to 10 PM and can only be truly happy with an energy drink in my hand. And I would like to rant about very horrific issues, but I can't. It affects more people than me and there's that whole privacy thing. Let's just say that when I'm staying in bed forever, I'm not sleeping.

      I can't believe that technically, I'm addicted to drinking. And I'm probably acting like an actual alcoholic, but if I could just find a damn cure for my insomnia, I would probably start living. 27 years late. I fucking hate this; my eyelids feel like they're on fire. All the time.

      My landlord has gone through two evictions in the past several months; and now he wants to evict the newest tenants. I really hope the third time's the charm.

      Honestly, the only good news I have is that I completed my collection of The Big Bang Theory DVDs. And I'm not sure this counts as good news, since I don't even like this movie, but I also bought Frozen. Since my computer was upgraded to Windows 10, I have been unable to access Putlocker. My last attempts brought on a torrent of ads that I could not escape. And so, even though I almost hate this movie, I own it now and even plan on buying the sequel, since I will not be able to watch it unless it's on my shelf. Besides, I've grown to hate movies I loved; maybe this time it will work the opposite way. And if not, I can sell them.

      Of course, when I bought the movie, my biggest concern was not having any more money for energy drinks, which I don't. I hate this. I hate that my first waking thought is whether I can afford them and if it's early enough. I truly wish I could go back in time and not try them at all.

Weird Dream...

      I dreamed that my mother and I were at this nice, foresty place with all my distant relatives; including my late uncle. I wanted to explore; no one else did, so I went alone. I ended up on this huge, circular path. The middle was sunken in, so it was like a doughnut, and as I'm going down, I start singing. Maybe it was because of the elevation, but my voice echoed and echoed. I was singing Spellwork by Austra; I'd say I've been playing The Sims 3 too much, but I haven't even heard that song in forever.

      Anyway, all the people are trying to find out who's ruining their nice, quiet walk; but nobody can see me. I just keep walking around and around this trail, always winding up back where I started and then I keep going. When I finally rejoin my family, I hug my late uncle. And that's when I woke up.

      Obviously I'm cutting out the good stuff. The smell of the dirt and the rain, stuff like that. There was even a part of the dream where I got my foot stuck in the noose of a rope or something, and it was trying to tug me backward.

      Whatever, I don't know. It was just weird.

Late Night Playing Late Night

      I've been gaming pretty hard since I realized I could play The Sims 3: Late Night for no cost. It's been going great. For me, anyway. Not so great for a party guest, who died of starvation. I guess he had tremendous faith in the appetizers.

      My girl Helena is now a Featured Actress. From the very be-ginning of her career, her time off kept getting extended; so the wait was prolonged. She should get another promotion right after maternity leave. Just like her baby's father who is also her boss, she is a five-star celebrity. That kid is going to be born famous. They conceived this kid in an elevator, and you know what? They forgot to block it out. If you zoom in, you can watch them woohoo. He didn't move very much; he just stood there giggling. But he had this weird parading walk after, like he forgot to take it with him when they were done.

      Helena's roommate wants to move into a penthouse, whatever that is. I'm going for it. The apartment is nice, but I'm tired of guests crowding up the lobby and blocking the elevator. Especially since sometimes, they can get past the locked door and then refuse to leave; using the appliances and taking up all the beds. For mul-tiple reasons, I'm looking forward to the birth. With World Adven-tures, I can thankfully lock the gate; so now those damn people won't even be able to ring the doorbell.

      I hope a penthouse is the type of house the party guest died at. That floor took up the whole top level. Finally, there would be space. Even before the apartment, they lived in a very small house. It was so tiny, all the dogs lived outside. The yard was gigantic, but the house was too cute to renovate. I fixed up the lawn and used it for gardening, and put in a great pool. With a pool bar and four fountains.

      I miss that house. But Bridgeport is really attractive, so they're staying.

      Unless I purchase Late Night, my trial ends on the 30th. If for some reason I can't buy it before then, I guess I'll move my girls back to Twinbrook. And I'll have to take Matthew Hamming, too; I cannot stand a Sim having only one parent. But I think I can make the purchase. I received birthday money awhile ago, and my heart has been set on Late Night ever since. Actually, I'm planning a double feature: Showtime. I have always wanted to be famous, and when the paparazzi began taking my Sims' pictures, I felt so good inside, like I'd found myself. So, I'm going to have a celebrity actor, a celebrity director, and a celebrity who sings. That truly sounds like the life.

      When I was a child, I wanted to be a pianist. In my teen years, an actress. But, there isn't a place anywhere local to audition or even to take a lousy class. I don't even think there's a music school. There are a lot of people here, more than there should be. So many that the majority is homeless. And it's very possible that I'm native to a place that is a goldmine of talent, and nobody knows it. If true, that's a damn shame.