In the Thanksgiving episode of How I Met Your Mother last year, Marshall asks an upset Lily if she wants to say anything before their meal, and she responds. “Nope. This sucks; eat up and and leave.”
That pretty much sums up how I’m feeling about 2008.
You did suck, almost completely unequivocally (I did get a couple of rather cool DVD sets, but, um…no.), and I would like you to leave. Now, please. (No, really, now. It’s 9:58 and I am tired.) 2009 isn’t looking much better, I’ve got to say, but here’s hoping.
I did manage to write every day but one, and since it was a leap year, I’m totally counting it. Okay. A lot of those posts were funny cat pictures or Colbert Report clips. They totally counted, and so help me God, you do not want to argue with me.
I will talk to you tomorrow. When I will have a lot of time on my hands, because apparently at 12:01 my Comedy Central and VH1 will be disappearing because Time Warner doesn’t think I can come up with an extra quarter a month.
…Time Warner pulls various networks, including COMEDY CENTRAL, from their lineup starting January 1.
As in, I WILL NEVER SEE ANOTHER EPISODE OF THE COLBERT REPORT ON TV AGAIN.
(Or until both sides calm the frick down and settle this.)
I AM NOT AMUSED.
I love Colbert. So. So much.
In what is presumably an effort to make major nautical disasters more interactive, my local museum now hands out a card to everyone who goes through the Titanic exhibit. This card contains details of a person (helpfully separated by sex), such as name, age, class, and a short backstory. You go through the exhibit, get suitably depressed by the strains of “Never an Absolution” (Oh yes, they use the movie music at the beginning. I’m guessing My Heart Will Go On was too expensive.), and then at the end you get to find your person on a list and discover whether you lived or died.
Good times for the whole family!
I was a 22-year-old woman in first class, so I immediately cast myself as Kate Winslet. I was on a two-year honeymoon that was concluding with this voyage, and then my presumably wealthier-than-God husband and I would go back to being wealthy and not talking to each other. Ah, the kind of marriage I aspire to.
And I lived! I mean, I kind of suspected that as a young woman in first class, because my husband Carlos or whatever his name was (it was long and Spanish- whatever) would have, no doubt, forced me into a lifeboat because he loved me so much that he could not rest until he knew I was safe and told me not to worry, he would be along soon- we’ll meet again by morning.
And…then he probably died of hypothermia in the North Atlantic.
But then I get to be a tragic widow who doesn’t actually have to have any human contact but no one looks down upon for being alone. Like Not-So-Poor Madeline Astor, the actual 18-year-old who got knocked up by John Jacob and then got out of the whole thing with a baby and no husband. And THE ASTOR MONEY. Gah. Hate.
Anyway, fantastic exhibit. And a very good IMAX, which involved Bill Paxton trying desperately to make us forget about the Spy Kids movies. Oh, it was a good time.
I don’t think I have anything to talk about tonight. I could do my traditional year-end wrap up of my favorite movies, but a quick glance at my yearly collection of ticket stubs yields exactly ten tickets. Two of which were for the same movie (Mamma Mia- I must have misplaced the third, sing-along ticket), and another four of which are to movies that I really didn’t enjoy that much (well, there’s one that I threw away, because no way in hell am I admitting that I saw it). And frankly, there has been enough fangirl spewage about the Dark Knight all over the internet. So instead I’m just going to tell you to see Doubt- again. It’s not just about sex abuse- I swear! It’s about awesome wrapped in an atmospheric tale about the nature of certainty wrapped in more awesome topped with Amy Adams and her adorable little upturned nose.
Or I could do the most played songs on my iPod, but it’s a rather disturbing mix of Rihanna and Fleetwood Mac. And I have taken enough mocking at the hands of my little sister today.
Work was even boring today. I mean, I got to do a Manga endcap and a romance endcap (Why do the women in all these books want to have sex with vampires/devils/Scottish men/random scary guys? Why??? And Manga. Unless I’m reading Hebrew- which I can’t, so it’s unlikely, I want my books facing left to right, got it?) and then order books for an entire Obama table, during which I had to gag several times based on the sheer “Yes we can!” of it all. Ugh. But it wasn’t terribly interesting.
Oh well. Tomorrow I’m going to the Titanic exhibit- maybe something fun will happen there!
…and actually left the house tonight to see Doubt with Colleen and Eileen. And loved it so much that I would be totally okay with going back with Mary on Wednesday. I’m not going to spoil anything, but I officially heart Meryl Streep and Philip Seymour Hoffman, and they both deserve Oscars for their roles. Especially the last scene in the office- riveting.
And funny. You wouldn’t think it would be funny, but it totally was.
The walking around, touch-feely homily part bugged me though. Not in 1964, stupid people. I wasn’t around and I know that. Gah.
I mean, yeah, it’s been five months and I almost started to cry going to Communion today when I saw that his pew was empty (not a new revelation- but still).
But I did get a NAME, a book about the 1981 Belfast hunger strikes, and some steak knives. Oh, and, you know, the Son of Man and possibility of eternal life. So, you know, it all evens out.
First, can I just say that Godspell is on TV right now? And I am still loving the acid-trip gospel story aspect of it all, but I am still rather uncomfortable with SpyDaddy being Jesus in technicolor pants and a Superman t-shirt.
Second, Cousin Amy on
17 18 Kids and Counting is my favorite person in the entire world. I want to be friends with Cousin Amy. “Fearfully and wonderfully made”? I almost died.
Third, Colleen just announced that her dream was to be a preacher’s wife like Victoria Osteen (now on Larry King). “It’s too bad priests can’t marry, because I would marry a priest and we’d get us a big church and I’d dress like that every day! Sittin’ in the front row, hands raised, smiling like I’m listening…I could write a book! Oh, I could write a book.” Mother would be so proud.
Okay. Christmas is in like two days, and we’re having people over. So today I polished the silver, cleaned all the glass in the house, washed the Waterford glasses (Waterford tends to freak me out, because I’m a klutz when I’m not drinking), and moved everything in the kitchen and scrubbed underneath it.
Sadly, all of this cleaning left very little time for the GRE practice test that I was supposed to do today. This was clearly inadvertent, and will undoubtedly be rectified…sometime in the next few weeks.
But hey. I may not ever be accepted to graduate school and therefore have no job, but I will have an unnatural amount of Waterford crystal.