… but that doesn’t stop me from posting! Oh no it doesn’t! I gots all kinds of disjointed, go-nowhere thoughts such as:
Had baby-holding fail today: went to visit the Godson of Love who really should be re-named “Screamy McScreamerson”, bless his bitty 3 week old heart. I can tell that it’s going to be some work to get in some good holding with him. But, that’s the work of a Godmom, yes? (And he is so damn cute. Button nose and all. I loves him.)
Lunch with good friend Charlie FTW!! We had fun talking and talking and talking on Saturday. I feel like I’ve known him forever and I have, just about. It was such big fun that we are doing it again in May!
Movies from Netfilx I’ve started watching but gave up on:
1. Network – I know it’s prescient and shit and I get that it’s one of “the great ones” but I thought it sucked ass and I made it about an hour in and just gave up. I despised Faye Dunaway in it – I think she won an Oscar for the performance but I really thought it was just fake, fake, fake. Blargh.
2. Capitalism, a love story – I like and respect Michael Moore (I have to, it’s rule number 4 in the “How to be a Good Liberal” Handbook) but this movie depressed the shit out of me. Made it about 45 mins on this one. It just reminds me of how horrid things were/are and I can go down that hole any day of the week.
I dunno. It seems as if the movie is acclaimed and a success, I probably won’t like it. It’s a rare one that gets me to the theatre anymore. I didn’t like “Up in the Air” but that could be due to my intense dislike of smarmy-ass George Clooney. Who knows? I think I should stick to television shows although I gave up on two from Netflix as well: Breaking Bad (first ep depressed me) and The Wire – watched two eps and those left me confused. Maybe I’m not as intelligent as I think I am. Maybe, just maybe, watching American Idol has turned my brain to mush. Hmm, ponderables.
Oh, and I can’t watch any of those hoarding shows either – they don’t do any discussion (or at least not very much) of the pathology of the problem. Intervention gives you good backstory so you know why the subject is into drugs hardcore. (I remember one dude who grew up with a mother who had many miscarriages. She kept the miscarried fetuses in a jar in the closet and took them out from time to time to torture him and his sister. I have to say I cannot blame this man for turning to drugs. That is hellish, isn’t it?) Thing is, I need to know WHY they are doing this hoarding and that is never really answered. Also too, I look around my room and realize that some might think I have a similar issue to which I say NO! I can still see the floor and stuff so shut up with your hoarding interventions and scoot! You won’t find any half eaten cheese sammiches in my bedroom. Just piles of books and clothes. And dust. Occasionally a cat.
Dreams have been hella busy and weird since I got back from the animal essences workshop two weeks ago. Recently, I dreamed I had sex with sekrit boyfriend #2 (Hal) but I didn’t remember it – just remembered he told me about it. Can you imagine how disappointed I was? Hearing about having sex with Hal is not the same at all as remembering the actual sex-having. Damn dreams.
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