Month: January 2003

According to Jack at the House of Cheer if I write about Purple Lightsabers I will get a ton of new traffic. I think that’s cool. I’m sure that there are other terms getting more hits these days, maybe for terms like “Legolas in a thong”. I don’t know what that implies, I didn’t see Two Towers, but I hear Legolas is hunkariffic. I guess I’d have to see the movie because the still photos only make me say “he has potential.”

If you arrived here because I wrote that stuff about Legolas but didn’t actually have a picture of him in a thong, or even simple bikini underwear, I apologize. If I do find such a photo I will certainly link to it.

I’m in a blah mood today. I feel cranky, and I’m wallowing in my crankiness. I have the whole day ahead of me with nothing planned and THAT annoys me because I wish I had something planned.

Today is the 1 year “anniversary” of me becoming unemployed. I can remember every detail of that day like it was yesterday. Coincidentally, a few days ago was the 1 year anniversary of the unravelling of my marriage. Yes, they happened only a handful of days apart. And you know what’s annoying? I’m in the same position today as I was a year ago for both of them. What the hell is up with that?

[updated later] Okay, I’m not feeling as cranky as I was a little while ago. I’m going to rustle up some lunch and then figure out something “fun” to do. I may actually go see Catch Me If You Can if it’s showing at a decent time. Either that or I’m going to go to B&N and wallow in something hot and chocolately instead of my own filth. (Kidding! I showered today. I’m even wearing the LL Bean sweater mom gave me for Christmas. Maybe I’ll go out and meet nice people who recognize the quality of my sweater.)

There must be plenty of us in New England with DirecTV. Can you all please contact them and ask that New England Cable News be added to the lineup? I really really really miss having that network available to me for weather reports or just a quick check of what’s going on locally. Thank you for your support.

I was reading James Lileks rant about Chuck Barris and I had to write him the following note:

“I am one of the 17 people who read that book when it came out. I didn’t get the feelings of loathing you did…I just assumed he was completely full of sh!t from top to bottom.

For years, if his name ever came up I’d throw out “Hey, did you know he was a CIA assassin?” and everyone would look at me like I had not two but three heads. And now do you think those people will come back to me and say “I’m really sorry, now I understand what you were getting at”? No. No they won’t.

I half wish I still had the book so I could prove to people that I owned in years ago, but maybe it’s just not that important a point to make.”

Now I’ve read his column twice, and I guess I’m still not sure why he detests Chuck so much. I guess the world will never know.

I loved loved loved yesterday’s Fussy entry about her new alarm clock. Every time I think of it I giggle. And then I laugh. I have the same clock, or maybe a model up or down, and those noises (birds, brook, ocean, wind) will NOT wake me up. The beeping and radio barely do. This morning instead of hitting snooze I hit the off button, but was coherent enough to realize I’d done it, so I forced myself to not snooze (because I probably would have slept a whole hour longer, given the opportunity.

Enough with the dark skies in the morning. And the past week of snow (yes, every day) hasn’t helped. I need the sun shining in the morning. I need it to light up the room like a nuclear explosion. I want my shadow burnt onto the wall. Even my son, who used to bounce out of bed with the birds, grumbles at me “It’s still nighttime” every morning when I start the 20 minute ritual of waking him. (Yes, I know, we need to go to bed earlier, but I think the boy is like me, and if it’s dark, he’s not going to wake up. Period.)