It was bound to happen sooner or later, but kind of surprising that it happened on a Saturday:
I missed a day here.
I had to read one of the most boring, dense articles ever written by a member of the AMA, then summarize it.
I just wrote a really long post here going into excruciating detail about just how badly both the assignment and the article sucked, but there’s no need to bore you the way it bored me.
Suffice it to say that I was both preoccupied and extremely grumpy.
But I’m sitting here now, hazelnut decaf and a soft fluffy cat next to me, and a preview of men’s figure skating on T.V.
Life improves if you live long enough.
Hello Winter Olympics- I’m so happy you’re here!
On a sad note, my heart goes out to the family of Georgian luger, Nodar Kumaritashvili.
May the rest of the Olympics run smoothly.
Did you all enjoy Umbrella Day?
I had no need of an umbrella today but I got my snow day and, though I had a little homework to do, for the most part I gleefully neglected my studies.
I played around on the computer, gave some negative feedback to FB about its changes and then accepted their inevitability, did some assigned (but not necessarily boring) reading, and caught up on my television viewing. And that’s when I hit pay dirt:
Craig Ferguson gave in to the Twitter bug!
You may now follow him @CraigyFerg ! Little doses of his humor throughout the day gives a little lift to the spirit, if I do say so myself. And I do. Or rather, in this instance, I write it myself. Although for all you know I’m dictating while someone else is doing the actual writing. In this instance I’m afraid you’ll just have to take my word for it. I could vlog me writing, but I can’t imagine that would really interest anyone. So there you have it.
Now I’m off to learn more about the ideals and realities of Islam as found in Ideals and Realities of Islam, by Seyyed Hossein Nasr, which is not as easy a read as it seems on first blush.
Becky tweeted about watching Titanic late last night. Switching channels, I caught the last 20 minutes or so of it. Darn it! I go years happily without seeing it but, thanks to Becky, I then felt compelled to watch it from the beginning. I couldn’t start watching it just then, though. If I had it wouldn’t have ended until after 5 AM. I went to bed instead, comfortable in the knowledge that when I woke up the urge to view would be gone.
So after taking care of some school things (or pretending to at any rate) I popped in the video – yes, I said video, not dvd – and watched it.
It’s a beautiful love story and of course I enjoy that aspect of it. But what really gets me is the history. The sinking of the Titanic fascinates me, and this film brings it to life in many ways; the footage of the wreck is both eerie and wonderful. A part of me always cries out “No! Don’t do it! Don’t go full-steam ahead! Who the hell cares if you get in on Tuesday instead?! And don’t send lookouts on watch without some damn binoculars!” And “Jack, if you’d just try to get onto that wood panel from the other side while Rose gets on from this one, your weights will balance each other out and you can both get out of the water. Why was that too hard to figure out?”
Seriously though, it’s gut-wrenching to me to watch this glimpse of the past, to know what’s going to happen to all of those people and to be powerless to change anything. I love history in general, some periods or events moreso than others, and I always have this reaction.
Was there an event or time period in history that affects you somehow when you think about it?
Randy is afraid of the t.v. remote. “I’m not afraid of it,” he just now said to me. “It’s just too technologically advanced for me.” Yes, I’m the techie in the family. And no, he’s not really afraid of the remote. It’s just a complicated one and he can’t be bothered learning how to use it. It doesn’t control the changing of the channels themselves (only the power, volume, and dvd/game functions) so “Why bother?” is his attitude. Why bother indeed?
Still, I like to taunt him with it, making it dance or “sneak up on him” when he isn’t paying attention; I always allow him to discover it though. Once he pulled out his cable remote (he uses an older version while I, predictably, use the upgrade) and used it to fight off the t.v. remote as though we were sword fighting. At which point I made the t.v. remote plaintively cry in a little voice, “Why? Why don’t you like me, Randy? Why are you being so mean? I’ve never done anything to you! I’ve never even touched you! Why are you hitting me?”
You should have seen Randy’s face then. He paused, took another half-hearted swipe with his remote towards the t.v. remote in my hand, then set his down. Because really, what can you say to justify hitting someone who has never laid a button on you?
Did you remember that today is Bubble Wrap Day?
I think the excitement over the fact that today is Bubble Wrap Day (BWD) got to some people. For example, I received an update on a credit card I thought defunct and canceled 5 years ago. It’s okay, there was a zero balance on it. Still, it was strange to be visited by the Ghost of Credit Cards Past and I blame the upcoming celebration of BWD for so confusing them that they forgot that account was buried a long time ago, causing them to send me notification of account changes. I have canceled the card again and will be receiving a copy of its cancellation in the mail. Hopefully this time it will remain in deceased. Zombie credit cards can be such a drag, don’t you think?
Then there was notification of a change in my financial aid awards. BWD has caused them to cancel one grant but replace the amount lost with more money poured into another grant. Then they added on to my student loans. Put it all together and it shows me gaining $2,000 in aid this current school year, yet I still owe the same amount out of pocket. I am confuzzled. Perhaps my brain, too, has been swathed with cushiony plastic on BWD? I will have to ponder this further and perhaps contact financial aid on Monday.
I feel like watching a horror movie now, which is odd because I’m quite chipper really, and not in a body-in-the- wood chippery kind of way. Hey, if I was rolled up in bubble wrap say 3 or 4 times around, how long do you think it would take for a knife-wielding maniac to be able to get to me? This is purely a matter of curiosity, not an actual strategic defense plan…
Call me old and cranky if you like – I am old and cranky – but I really wish the Pitt-Jolie split rumor was true. I’m so sick of hearing and reading about them all the time. The name “Brangelina” makes me shudder (as does “TomKat” and any other cutesy meshing of couples’ names) and my quality of life would vastly improve if I never had to see or hear it again.
Why can’t they call it quits already and go be annoying separately?
Randy was watching The Wedding Singer earlier today and I’ve been channeling the 80’s ever since. Then LazyGal tweeted about Fluffy Bunnies which reminded me of the Cute and Fuzzy Bunnies from One Crazy Summer. That led to Better Off Dead.
There were some really great movies in the 80’s.
When I came home from my meeting tonight (during which I gave up the aforementioned commitment as promised) Randy was watching The Andy Griffith Show. It was the episode in which Aunt Bea decides that she wants to get her driver’s license and get a car. She had Andy’s girlfriend and his son Opie on her side and she still had to beg Andy’s permission. I was sputtering through the whole episode about how Andy needed a good boot up the… bottom.
It’s easy to romanticize the past but when I stop and think about it, I wouldn’t have lasted 2 minutes. I’m not very good at keeping my mouth shut when riled, and I’m not always as polite in those situations as I am when I sit here and blog about it. 😉
I have begun my final week of freedom. That’s right, school starts up again next Tuesday. To be honest I’m not looking forward to it. It isn’t the classes so much – I like most of them – but the killer schedule. I’ll have to get up around 4:30 AM twice a week (Tuesdays and Thursdays) in order to get to school on time. Given the trouble I have falling asleep at night, this is a problem. To make matters worse I won’t get home until 10:30 PM on Wednesdays. Thursday will then start early and go late as I have a class that only meets once a week on that afternoon.
I can do this. I’ll just keep reminding myself that it’s just for a couple of months. Still, Fridays will be for sleeping. Don’t even bother trying to contact me on Fridays.
In the meantime I have other things to think about this week. Tomorrow is my 39th birthday. This year has been very funny. An aunt who won’t be around posted a birthday message to me on FB on Saturday. Someone misunderstood and posted happy birthday the next day. I explained that it wasn’t my birthday yet, but it was too late. I’ve been wished Happy Birthday 6 times between then and now. I’m apparently well-liked, and that’s great. But this is the longest-running birthday I’ve ever had.
Ah well. Beats the year my family forgot it, not unlike Sixteen Candles. Which is kind of funny too because people used to tell me I looked like Molly Ringwald when I was sixteen. I had the hair and everything.
I really like those old John Hughes movies. I really do.
What was with rebel car racing in the 80’s? Dukes of Hazard, Cannonball Run (and its sequels), Smoky and the Bandit (and its sequels), Six Pack, and who knows how many I’m forgetting.
I blame The Love Bug.