Another Week, Another... Whatever
Much of the time it feels like I could just type "Ditto," and that would be a perfectly acceptable journal entry. I'm doing the same ol' crap, and talking about it would just bore the person who's not even reading this journal anyway. Luckily, that's not really the case today.
The new season of television is gearing up. It looks like Parenthood already had its season premiere, which I missed because I was expecting all my shows to start next week instead. Hulu is giving us a sneak-peek at Fox's show New Girl.
Next week, Glee's third season hits the airwaves. I'm really excited for that one, because the Glee Project winner will show up for seven episodes at some point. My hope is that the character proves so popular that he or she (nope -- still not telling you who won) will become a more permanent fixture on the show.
Chuck doesn't start until late October, but that doesn't matter so much -- it's moving to Friday, so I can't watch it on show night anyway. As long as NBC doesn't pull a fast one on us like ABC has in the past (and, from the look of it, Fox may be doing) and yank their shows from Hulu, I'll be all right.
In fact, a great deal of my television viewing will have to be via Hulu, due to various conflicts. Monday is movie night, so Terra Nova must be Hulu-fied. For six weeks starting October 4, I have my improv class on Tuesday, so Glee, Raising Hope, New Girl, and Parenthood have to be on Hulu. Wednesday night is podcast night (Sims 2 Challenges and Girls Night In Radio on alternating weeks), so there goes my hope of watching Harry's Law. (I think there's something else, too, but I'm doing this from memory.) Thursday night I can watch Big Bang Theory on CBS, but that conflicts with Charlie's Angels on ABC. (I'd do it the other way around, but CBS has no shows on Hulu, and last I checked, they don't have full eps of BBT at the web site.) Friday night is date night -- Sorry, Chuck. (Yeah, I had already mentioned that one, but I'm quite irked about it.)
Saturday and Sunday need to have heavy Hulu viewing, or I will get behind very quickly.
Meanwhile, I'm still reading my Dummies book. You know, the one that's discouraging me from enacting Operation: Crazy Idea. The more I learn about the subject and what's involved, the less enthusiastic I am about it -- it's a risky proposition, and it will be a major life change, for better or worse. And no, I'm not getting married. The "better or worse" thing just applies as a descriptor of the situation. It wasn't a hint. Geeze.
One other downside to this book is that, as I said in the last entry, it's dry. I keep wanting to close the file on my Kindle and bring up a Castle book. (Tanya said they're very good, and I got both for $6.00 when a special offer popped up for me. If I like these two, I'll pick up the third, due out sometime this month, when it gets a little cheaper.) What makes me not close it in favor of a Castle book is the fact that if I don't finish it before reading something else, I'll never finish. And I really do want to finish it, due to the information it provides for Operation: Crazy Idea.
Monday was movie day, and this time out, lazy-t chose Contagion. You would think that, with a story about a deadly disease spreading to epidemic proportions and a cast that includes heavy-hitters like Matt Damon, Gwyneth Paltrow, Laurence Fishburne, Kate Winslet, Jude Law, and Marion Cotilliard, it should be a really good movie. Unfortunately, it's not. That cast list alone should have made it one of the most engaging, engrossing, and captivating movies ever. It should have been full of suspense and intrigue, not to mention disgusting images of sick people. Instead, it watched like something you'd see on the Independent Film Channel. (For the record, I don't enjoy most things you would find on IFC. I like to see things (and people) blow up.)
I've decided that after two weeks in a row of being somewhat let down (though I didn't hate either movie), lazy-t is no longer allowed to pick the movie.
I also realize this is both unrealistic and unfair. And this decision will not be enforced for more than two weeks.
This past weekend, my sister helped me prove (again) that I can't be around kids for more than a couple hours at a time before I'm ready to hurt, maim, and kill.
Saturday was the lucky day. Sis picked me up a bit before 11:30 (she was actually early!), and the six of us went to a nearby recreation center, where there is a playground on the premises. I took a number of pictures of the kids playing. Sis even asked me for a picture of her with the four kids.
After the playground, we went to this bakery that serves "bubble drinks" -- flavored beverages with tapioca balls at the bottom. I think I've also heard them called "boba teas," although I didn't see any that looked like they would actually be tea. The place was celebrating its fourth anniversary, so the drinks were discounted. Plus, there was a face painter there. More pictures of the kids with painted faces. The girls managed to convince my nephew to get the Spider-Man all-over face painting.
Then Sis needed to go to Target to pick up a birthday present for some party they were going to later that afternoon. It was then that hurtmaimkill showed up, because taking a group of kids to a toy department with the intent of buying toys for other people is just inviting the tantrum. Sure enough, by the end of it, Tweedle was in full two-year-old mode, screaming for the toy he was so sure was for him.
When Sis suggested an eating place before dropping me off, I politely declined.
It is my hope that it doesn't take four months to see them again. But it is also my hope that naps have already been had by the time they reach me. I lubs my kids, but I just can't be around them for very long -- especially when whiny mode kicks in.
That's pretty much it for this installment. Mayhap I will have another entry this week (or early next) on NaNoWriMo... or something. I don't really know yet. I just know that NaNo is coming up, and since I won't be doing a podcast on it this year, I feel like I still want to talk it up. Even though no one will ever read it.
Yeah, I'm weird.
See you soon, Dear Journal.