Oh, LJ. I should update you more often.
I started to do one of those New Years recap posts, then never finished it. Maybe I will finish it today and post it. Or maybe I will take a nap. You don't know. I'm a wild woman. I do as I please. Someday I should also finish that Japan meme. And update my other blog. And run one million errands. And skype with people. LIFE IS BUSY.
I'm late to this party, but I loved both Tron and The King's Speech. Tron was visually awesome and full of ridiculous dialogue and I was really fascinated by the character of Sam Flynn, who was not your typical millionaire playboy you see in movies. Like, yes, he was lazy and played pranks on the company, but he didn't seem to spend in time knee-deep in half naked women or partying. And he had this very...I don't know, almost childlike quality. Like when he saw his dad again and started weeping and was like "DADDDYYYYYYYY". It was like he was permanently seven inside, and so never become totally bitter or cynical about life.
Or maybe Garrett Hedlund is just a really bad actor. Who knows?
The King's Speech was flawless. Every scene was done perfectly, the set design was amazing, and the cast blew me away. I'm still lol'ing about the scene where Elizabeth is like "WALLIS SIMPSON, YOU HO" and then stomps off to crabbily sit by the window and judge. Apparently in real life, she referred to Simpson as "That Woman". I LOVE YOU, BRITISH PEOPLE. British history, y'all. It's awesome. I totally cried at this movie. I want to see it again one million times.
The holidays were good and full of complicated familial events and stuff. I made a decision about something and followed through on it and I think it was the right thing to do, but it made me a little sad. How's that for pleasingly vague announcements?
Then, I had surgery. It was much worse than expected. They found cysts and fibroids and endometriosis and it was Bad News. Basically, what this means is having my own biological children is just no longer an option for me. Also, my laissez-faire attitude about my health has to end. Things are about to get pretty complicated. Lots of doctor visits and serious talks about options and stuff. I'll find out more at my post-op, but it sucks and I'm still processing it.
I told Candice that I haven't updated this or our other blog because I feel like it would be an all-caps page of "THIS IS WHY I'M SAD" and then we made up a this is why I'm sad rap and did mash-ups of skating videos to 80's power ballads. One million friends texted or called or hung out with me post-surgery. My family is in good health. Despite this hiccup, I'm determined to try and make 2011 a good year. My new year's resolutions are "pass the pre-bronze skating test by December" and "keep trying to be better at adulthood".
Okay! That's it. Back to not posting for months at a time.
I'm late to this party, but I loved both Tron and The King's Speech. Tron was visually awesome and full of ridiculous dialogue and I was really fascinated by the character of Sam Flynn, who was not your typical millionaire playboy you see in movies. Like, yes, he was lazy and played pranks on the company, but he didn't seem to spend in time knee-deep in half naked women or partying. And he had this very...I don't know, almost childlike quality. Like when he saw his dad again and started weeping and was like "DADDDYYYYYYYY". It was like he was permanently seven inside, and so never become totally bitter or cynical about life.
Or maybe Garrett Hedlund is just a really bad actor. Who knows?
The King's Speech was flawless. Every scene was done perfectly, the set design was amazing, and the cast blew me away. I'm still lol'ing about the scene where Elizabeth is like "WALLIS SIMPSON, YOU HO" and then stomps off to crabbily sit by the window and judge. Apparently in real life, she referred to Simpson as "That Woman". I LOVE YOU, BRITISH PEOPLE. British history, y'all. It's awesome. I totally cried at this movie. I want to see it again one million times.
The holidays were good and full of complicated familial events and stuff. I made a decision about something and followed through on it and I think it was the right thing to do, but it made me a little sad. How's that for pleasingly vague announcements?
Then, I had surgery. It was much worse than expected. They found cysts and fibroids and endometriosis and it was Bad News. Basically, what this means is having my own biological children is just no longer an option for me. Also, my laissez-faire attitude about my health has to end. Things are about to get pretty complicated. Lots of doctor visits and serious talks about options and stuff. I'll find out more at my post-op, but it sucks and I'm still processing it.
I told Candice that I haven't updated this or our other blog because I feel like it would be an all-caps page of "THIS IS WHY I'M SAD" and then we made up a this is why I'm sad rap and did mash-ups of skating videos to 80's power ballads. One million friends texted or called or hung out with me post-surgery. My family is in good health. Despite this hiccup, I'm determined to try and make 2011 a good year. My new year's resolutions are "pass the pre-bronze skating test by December" and "keep trying to be better at adulthood".
Okay! That's it. Back to not posting for months at a time.