Saturday, November 21, 2009

Wha?

After that disjointed midnight post, here's a somewhat tipsy and definitely exhausted one.

The word clusterf*ck comes to mind. I need some sleep. TGIF indeed. I haven't felt this tired in a while. So enjoy the Tom Lehrer, enjoy that weekend, and wake me up when it's time for dinner. Well, ahead of Thanksgiving, here're some things to be thankful for:
...love, because without that there is nothing for me...sanity, because you can't take it for granted...the ability to sometimes be sillier than you have any right to be...small shiny things too...and books...Skype...and love again, because it's all there is...and those we love...and who love us.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Where are those vampires when you need them?

I mean, it's nighttime, I can't sleep, and I could use some non-sleeping company, especially if they have a sense of humour, because I get a little loopy after a certain hour. And like someone sleeping badly, I get all tangled up in sheets and loopy thoughts, and then I wake up needing some serious distractions, and I think if only that guy who wanted to start a puppy channel had been able to sell his idea. But wait! There's Cute Overload. Actually, no...this requires something more heavy duty...

funny pictures of cats with captions
see more Lolcats and funny pictures

Yes, I shall now have to use "little box of sadness" in a sentence at least five times before the week is out.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The best thing about this otherwise miserable day with high winds and infinite rain

This is exactly how I feel about Robert Whatsisface and Kristen Whatever. It is also very funny, and perversely makes me want to see New Moose. I mean New Moon.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Under the Christmas tree

Amid her small mountain of tasks, the TDEC ponders Christmas; and by Christmas I mean presents of course. Netflix has let me down, you see. It only has the Lame American Version of Queer as Folk. I don’t want the less controversial version. Most of all, I want Aidan Gillen. He is perfect for the part. Don’t mess with a good thing. Anyway, the bottom line is that I still haven’t seen the rest of the series, and I can’t get it here. I could ask for it for Christmas. In theory. In reality, of course, there is absolutely no way in hell I am going to be explaining Queer as Folk to the Chillun? Look, cute children, it’s a series about men, yes, mostly men, excepting the odd lesbian, which do, well, some very…er…

You see my point.

Never mind that it is fabulous, well-written, well-acted drama. The truth is that when you watch it, you are going to see some serious male nudity, and that part is really the least likely to outrage those thusly inclined.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Non-fiction

In the sense that I am reading Jared Diamond's Collapse, being unable to sleep and therefore getting an early breakfast. It is quite good, and fits in neatly with my recent reading of somewhat depressing (hello Imperial San Francisco!) yet fascinating books. Also in the sense that real life seems especially intense lately, thereby interfering with my more virtual activities, including the new blog participation over in the homeland. The other new activity is a course that I am taking online for work. It is my first online course, and I am very absorbed in it. I remain unconvinced that online learning is a good substitute for a classroom, but for continuing education, well, I'll report back. Have any of you done more extended studying online? What do you think of it?

Monday, November 09, 2009

Before I forget

Did I mention that I did finally catch up with House? And that it won me over after much House-like cynicism on my part? And that it made me cry? I mean proper sobs.

Clearly someone has slapped some sense into the scriptwriters at last. Or perhaps it was a cunning plan all along. Hm.

Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Clearly, this is the Sunday we all know and love. Only this one was quite nice instead. Most peculiar.

Friday, November 06, 2009

Please the press in Belgium

So in case no one noticed, I have a tendency to overcommit; and because I also believe in living up to one’s commitments, this can be a problem. Oscar Wilde is right, one can resist anything but temptation. When someone says to me “how would you feel about joining such-and-such?” or “there’s this play/show/game, want to go?” I promptly forget everything and say yes.

So I have an outstanding invite to join an Outlander blog for a Belgian paper. I haven’t responded to it, and given how often I blog these days, probably shouldn’t. But hey…

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Not as advertised

If you go to a museum lecture about Elvis, I feel that it is fair to expect one of two things:

- serious scholarly enquiry

- some serious glamour

The talk in question had neither, only a multitude of anecdotes, a lot of pictures and lots of cheap shots. It did have wine and cheese though, so perhaps that makes it better.

So instead I find myself listening to Aloha from Hawai’i and, for some reason, Big Girls Don’t Cry. But perhaps that latter choice has more to do with Dirty Dancing and its wonderful soundtrack than with anything that happened yesterday. The late lustrous Patrick Swayze aside, I do still find the movie better than it has any right to be, and the soundtrack one of the best I know.

Still, there is nothing quite like early, early Elvis. It occurs to me – again – that fifties music is inexpressibly filthy in all of its blatant reference. Baby let’s play house – ah, wonderful, as explicit as possible, and a little violent.

Favourite about moving to the US: the discovery of new music. Through the Spouse – Johnny Cash! Through the first radio station to best my old favourite StuBru back home, WTMD. It perpetually amazes me how much more involved I am with Baltimore than I ever was anywhere else – all the volunteering, shows, theatre, tai chi and general events. At the same time I am less (socially) involved in my work than ever; one wonders why that is, and I suppose I should say that it seems mostly because the organisational tendency towards social control makes me very wary.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Alas, poor Tom

I was listening to Tom Lehrer, my old dear Tom, to whom I have listened with such pleasure since I was quite little. Suddenly I realised that while of course one has to love Oedipus Rex, a lot of his stuff is really quite smug and annoying.

Alas.

In other news, I saw four bald eagles this weekend. No, really, I did.