why do all the packages i mail to devin hester keep getting returned?
movies: aaaah i am legend was so fucking awesome, although i suppose i am biased, because i love both will smith and the apocalypse, so it's basically like they made a movie just for me.
books: did anyone read summer of my german soldier when they were a kid? i was thinking about this book last week because i was making hush puppies (uh ... long story) and, seriously, that book was fucked up. thirteen year old jewish girl befriends german pow in arkansas during world war II? it's one of those things that seems reasonable like pretending that you were going to run away from home or that your barbies were homeless people seems reasonable when you're nine, but in retrospect? yeah, not so much.
television: i keep waiting for the writer's strike to lead to fandoms springing up overnight around reality television shows (eventually i realized that this will not happen because, duh, that's what bandom is for), and while i will never have an otp like andrae/daniel v from season two, here are my thoughts on project runway:
[1] i enjoy that christian is basically inventing the reality television fusion crossover. it's like, he wanted to be a contestant on america's next top model, but he knew that wasn't possible, so he has decided to play as a contestant on project runway as though he is actually on america's next top model.
[2] i really enjoy joey fatone look-alike kevin (i guess there's just something about token straight guys?) for the same reason i really enjoyed michael in season two. i never understood why people thought michael was gay, because the difference between straight guy and gay guy designers is that the gays love the idea of women's fashion, but the straight guys just really, you know, love women.
[3] i loved steven. but sadly, all of his clothes were shit.
sports: hahah, even though i really want to talk about how i fucking love big baby davis, and how i've always been neutral but disinterested in fantasy sports but all of the fantasy football inclined bloggers who are whining about how brian westbrook ruined fantasy football playoffs are making me loathe fantasy sports (it was a heads-up and unselfish play! it was everything that makes sports great! and you're whining because it fucked up your fantasy team? eat a dick), and how i think my roommate thinks my inappropriate feelings for bill belichick are akin to having a crush on my workplace's skeevy janitor, but --
the thing i really want to talk about is this article on the treatment and recovery of kevin everett, who was paralyzed during the first game of this NFL season but has experienced a somewhat miraculous recovery. even if you don't give a shit about sports, the treatment his doctors used that may or may not have contributed to his recovery is really fascinating -- they induced mild hypothermia, which is supposed to reduce the swelling around the spinal injury.
the thing about cold winter weather is that everything that happens to you feels so literal. yesterday morning, i went out in the middle of an ice storm, battled through unshoveled streets, took a bus to a train to a bus and waded through some more slush to watch the patriots game at a bar, and even though all i did was drink booze-spiked swiss miss for three hours, i really felt like i'd ACCOMPLISHED something, you know?
but then tonight i was walking home after a long dumb day full of indignation and embarrassment and, ultimately, an ill-advised burst of tears, i was walking home and i slipped and fell hard on the hand that WASN'T currently gloved, because part of the reason i slipped in the first place was that i was trying to scroll my ipod to the exact stars song that fit my wretch emo kid mood (for the record: "window bird") and i was like, "are you KIDDING me?"
but then i came home, and i pulled myself together, and i made myself dinner consisting of spinach salad with maple roasted pecans, pan-roasted balsamic pears and goat cheese, and a side plate of roasted asparagus spears, and i set my dinner on the back of the couch so i could keep it away from the cat while i situated myself, and then ... the whole thing fell in my lap. so maybe it's not the weather, maybe i'm just caught in my own wicked tardgames.
books: did anyone read summer of my german soldier when they were a kid? i was thinking about this book last week because i was making hush puppies (uh ... long story) and, seriously, that book was fucked up. thirteen year old jewish girl befriends german pow in arkansas during world war II? it's one of those things that seems reasonable like pretending that you were going to run away from home or that your barbies were homeless people seems reasonable when you're nine, but in retrospect? yeah, not so much.
television: i keep waiting for the writer's strike to lead to fandoms springing up overnight around reality television shows (eventually i realized that this will not happen because, duh, that's what bandom is for), and while i will never have an otp like andrae/daniel v from season two, here are my thoughts on project runway:
[1] i enjoy that christian is basically inventing the reality television fusion crossover. it's like, he wanted to be a contestant on america's next top model, but he knew that wasn't possible, so he has decided to play as a contestant on project runway as though he is actually on america's next top model.
[2] i really enjoy joey fatone look-alike kevin (i guess there's just something about token straight guys?) for the same reason i really enjoyed michael in season two. i never understood why people thought michael was gay, because the difference between straight guy and gay guy designers is that the gays love the idea of women's fashion, but the straight guys just really, you know, love women.
[3] i loved steven. but sadly, all of his clothes were shit.
sports: hahah, even though i really want to talk about how i fucking love big baby davis, and how i've always been neutral but disinterested in fantasy sports but all of the fantasy football inclined bloggers who are whining about how brian westbrook ruined fantasy football playoffs are making me loathe fantasy sports (it was a heads-up and unselfish play! it was everything that makes sports great! and you're whining because it fucked up your fantasy team? eat a dick), and how i think my roommate thinks my inappropriate feelings for bill belichick are akin to having a crush on my workplace's skeevy janitor, but --
the thing i really want to talk about is this article on the treatment and recovery of kevin everett, who was paralyzed during the first game of this NFL season but has experienced a somewhat miraculous recovery. even if you don't give a shit about sports, the treatment his doctors used that may or may not have contributed to his recovery is really fascinating -- they induced mild hypothermia, which is supposed to reduce the swelling around the spinal injury.
the thing about cold winter weather is that everything that happens to you feels so literal. yesterday morning, i went out in the middle of an ice storm, battled through unshoveled streets, took a bus to a train to a bus and waded through some more slush to watch the patriots game at a bar, and even though all i did was drink booze-spiked swiss miss for three hours, i really felt like i'd ACCOMPLISHED something, you know?
but then tonight i was walking home after a long dumb day full of indignation and embarrassment and, ultimately, an ill-advised burst of tears, i was walking home and i slipped and fell hard on the hand that WASN'T currently gloved, because part of the reason i slipped in the first place was that i was trying to scroll my ipod to the exact stars song that fit my wretch emo kid mood (for the record: "window bird") and i was like, "are you KIDDING me?"
but then i came home, and i pulled myself together, and i made myself dinner consisting of spinach salad with maple roasted pecans, pan-roasted balsamic pears and goat cheese, and a side plate of roasted asparagus spears, and i set my dinner on the back of the couch so i could keep it away from the cat while i situated myself, and then ... the whole thing fell in my lap. so maybe it's not the weather, maybe i'm just caught in my own wicked tardgames.