I will tell you honestly — I’m not having the best week. It hurts to type this, because I injured my thumb. How you ask? We have these weekly meetings. I call them The Ayn Rand Power Hour. I lose my mind. Any meeting makes me do this; we had some meetings at the newspaper every year we used to call Death By Gallup. I think you can get the gist of all these meetings.
I feel like an animal trapped in a cage, and I can only doodle and write the soliloquy from Hamlet so many times before I go insane and start….chewing on a hangnail.
And so, I am injured and bloodied.
Tomorrow I’m getting TWO fillings at 8 a.m. More fun to look forward to. Is it any wonder I am going to hole up in my house this weekend and have a mini-film festival with my husband? We each get to pick three movies from the Netflix queue and go for it. If the movie sucks after 30 minutes and we both agree, it goes off. So far, I have only committed to Klown. Yes, I said Klown.
I told my husband tonight I just can’t watch TV anymore. I have only two shows I watch regularly and one is Parks and Rec. I can stay up to 8:30 on Thursday for the wit and wisdom of Ron Swanson (banks ARE Ponzi schemes designed to steal your money!), and I watch my other fave, Suburgatory, on Saturday afternoons. What, you’re shocked? Yes, I confess, this show consistently cracks me up. And I adore Alan Tudyk, and have since A Knight’s Tale. Don’t even ask about Firefly . You know that answer to that one. And Jon says I remind him of Tessa. I wish I was that tiny and redheaded, but I think he just says that because I force him to watch foreign movies he doesn’t want to see.Such as Klown.
Did you know Hollywood is remaking Klown? With Jack Black? Are you really that surprised?
That reminds me, I think I had Bernie on my three list.
So anyway, I just CAN’T with the TV anymore, because when I do, I invariably get caught up watching things like Splash, or Diving with the Semi-Stars, or whatever it’s called. Yes I did! I’m a snob and I watched that shite. I don’t know, you guys, I just love Greg Louganis, who I call “The old Greek Lesbian,” and I say that with LOVE because I am the girl who cried salty tears when he broke up with Steve Kmetko (remember HIM?) and said, “Where is the love? Why is it gone?”
I think reading and working out are going to become my de facto evening activities. So know you know.
And you also know why I love Suburgatory. Carly Chaiken. Seriously.
You missed a spot.