Really. I do! Although you wouldn’t know it reading this here blog.
Every time I read the Gal’s blog, I think “Dammit! I need to write about something more interesting than me.” Gal writes about movies, books, her cats, her job, neighbors and participates in lots of memes.
So, my promise to you, dear six readers, is to write about more than my troubles and woes. Because there really IS more to my life than that.
- I’ve now finished two audible books: “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn (interesting to listen to, compelling storyline, deflating ending) and “Stormfront” by Jim Butcher (interesting, well-read by the narrator, bogged down in the part where it probably should have been more exciting) with a couple more lined up. Back into reading fiction (even if I do it by listening in the car to and from work)
- Very bummed out by this last season (and really the last three) of Dexter. When the fans can write better story lines than the actual, paid writers, something is amiss. I have yet to start watching Breaking Bad but by all accounts, the show’s finale was done well. It’s also being lauded as one of the all-time best dramas ever so that’s good enough impetus for me.
- Why am I watching The Voice? I always start and then fall off in the middle. It’s not as contrived as American Idol and Adam Levine is some nice eye candy, so there’s that. Still, big egos on display annoy me.
- Duty and I went to see “The Wizard of Oz” in 3D IMAX and it was super! Even though both pairs of our little 3D glasses broke right as the show started (precluding us from retrieving a new pair), we were still able to use them. It was such a treat to see one of my all-time favorite movies like that. And props to whoever trained Toto because, while you don’t notice him much on the small screen, he really has some mad dog skills when it’s on the big screen. He weaved in and out of Dorothy and gang’s legs as they walked and danced and no one tripped or stumbled or anything. (Yes, I know there is such a thing as a re-take. Shhh!)
How’s that for a peep outside my little tiny ‘woe-is-me’ world?