posting slacker
Yeah, so much for my resolution. I've been quite busy - although a lot of that busy was taken up with watching the first season of Nip/Tuck, which was devoured in a few days. (There's only 12 episodes; it's not that bad.) AWESOME show (and apparently still being made, and the fifth [sixth?...] season starts later this year). It's chock fulla talent - Dylan Walsh, though he plays the "nice" guy, is given a lot of depth and darkness; Joely Richardson is excellent and I came to be really fond of her character in an arms'-length kind of way; Jessalyn Gilsig has a long-term recurring role as basically the Miami sex-addict version of Meredith Gordon (I had a lot of fun imagining her saying the same lines of dialogue to Nathan Petrelli, and they would have absolutely worked); Roma Maffia does a great job as the prickly lesbian anethesiologist Liz; and of course, everyone loves Julian McMahon as Christian Troy, the fluffiest and yet most intriguingly messed-up antihero since... well, since Nathan Petrelli. It's a hideously dark show with the very blackest humor, and eight tons of timely issues that come up every week - drug smuggling, blackmail, the self-image and sexuality of aging women, infidelity galore, gender reassignment and the predjudices encountered thereby; and of course, the non-stop nightmare of self-esteem that goes hand-in-hand with plastic surgery. Anyone who thinks this show glorifies plastic surgery probably thinks that TRAINSPOTTING glorifies heroin usage. After watching this, I would never, ever have plastic surgery unless my life depended on it. The surgical scenes are extremely gruesome and horrible, and things go wrong all the time. In fact, I don't think I ever want to have surgery again unless my life depends on it. Yuck. YUCK!
So I had a good birthday and a good birthday party and it all went well. I drank a lot, all day, but didn't black out, or barf, or even have an appreciable hangover the next day. Rad!
I'm re-reading Fiend just because I want to experience it again (and it's less heavy to carry around than Fortress of Solitude, which I'm going to read with absorption some weekend day in the near future. Which one, I don't know). It's great, and so tangly and dense that I can hardly believe that I wrote it myself, and yet I'm the only person who could ever get how much I stuck into it. So many song references and movie references and references to early 19th Century European politics and literature. Whee!
I feel quite good physically, mentally, and emotionally. A lot of my closest friends are going through some tough shit right now, so I'm trying to be supportive and useful. I hope the karmic balance is good because I'm going to be going through some very tough shit starting next week (at my job; I won't talk about it here because that's the wrong thing to do; not bad, but extremely disruptive, and my job will never be the same again) and I hope to God that someone holds my hand, or at least is nice to me if I start freaking out.
And the weather is perfect. Low 70s, partly cloudy, dry. I am spoiled. I want it to stay this way forever (or at least, for a very long time. I'm enjoying the sleep).
So I had a good birthday and a good birthday party and it all went well. I drank a lot, all day, but didn't black out, or barf, or even have an appreciable hangover the next day. Rad!
I'm re-reading Fiend just because I want to experience it again (and it's less heavy to carry around than Fortress of Solitude, which I'm going to read with absorption some weekend day in the near future. Which one, I don't know). It's great, and so tangly and dense that I can hardly believe that I wrote it myself, and yet I'm the only person who could ever get how much I stuck into it. So many song references and movie references and references to early 19th Century European politics and literature. Whee!
I feel quite good physically, mentally, and emotionally. A lot of my closest friends are going through some tough shit right now, so I'm trying to be supportive and useful. I hope the karmic balance is good because I'm going to be going through some very tough shit starting next week (at my job; I won't talk about it here because that's the wrong thing to do; not bad, but extremely disruptive, and my job will never be the same again) and I hope to God that someone holds my hand, or at least is nice to me if I start freaking out.
And the weather is perfect. Low 70s, partly cloudy, dry. I am spoiled. I want it to stay this way forever (or at least, for a very long time. I'm enjoying the sleep).