Thursday, October 09, 2003
That Tectonic Rumbling is the Grinding of My Jaws
I have a headache. I want to take a nap and then go home. Yes, in that order. Are either of these things going to happen? Not any damn time soon. Tonight I tutor and till then I have to prepare for the commission meeting tomorrow. Hence, my mind frantically scrambles for entertainment fodder. I’m hoping, maybe if I unload a little random energy, I can get back to work. Wish me luck.
When spaghetti is done it will stick to the wall. But not if you throw the whole pot full of pasta and boiling water. Although, at that point the pasta will be done, but in a different way.
Last year I started watching Gilmore Girls in re-runs, and found it charming and droll. Not realistic or actually engaging, but decent television. THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. I watched the season opener and bits of the second episode. I hate every character on the show. I sat there shouting the words they should have been saying in every scene. Everybody was stupid or irritating, and usually both. There is no way in hell any of the crap they had going on could ever have happened. And by the way, last season Yale and Harvard were both UCLA. I wanted to bitchslap my television, but instead I walked to the back of the house and read a goddamn book. Not a fun book either, but one that was good for me, like taking my literary vitamins. After the episode Kel wandered back and confirmed that I’d have hated it. I got a warm glow.
Suppose you knew someone who wanted to name her daughter “Audrey Rose.” How well should you know this person before you mention the Anthony Hopkins movie? And suppose the child is already two years old? Are you allowed to say, Oh yes, the creepy kid from the horror flick - maybe she can hook up with Damien? Or is that a little cold?
My motto for today, for this week, for the forseeable future: ONE KIDNEYSTONE AT A TIME. Yeah. And make sure you save room for dessert.
