I gots me the BLAHS, y’all.
September 18, 2006 · Print This Article
You know how sometimes you just feel, I don’t know… sad? For no discernable reason whatsoever?
Yeah.
Well, maybe not NO discernable reason. I mean, it could have something to do with the Grey’s Anatomy Marathon I hosted this weekend. That’s right, I watched the entire second season of Grey’s Anatomy over the weekend, okay? Party of one. Just me and my McDreamy. Um, and those other characters? Whatever. It’s all about Patrick Dempsey and the Hair and the Prettiness that is he. McRAWR. What? Stop looking at me like that. Ahem. So, this melancholy could simply be a result of the emotional rollercoaster that is Season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy. Residual grief, so to speak. Because c’mon… poor Slutty Mer! Poor Pole-Skewered Bonnie! Poor Pink Mist of Way Cute Bomb Squad Guy! Poor Wednesday Addams! Poor Sexy Surgeon Burke! And shut up, George! Oh, and poor Iz! Because Denny?! OH, DENNNNNNEEEEEEEE! Why, God?! WHY?!
Shut up, I am not even crying. Not sniffling, either. My left nostril is just a little clogged is all…
SHUT. IT.
I just need a tissue, okay?!
Or perhaps this melancholy stems from a slight case of S.A.D.. You know, Season-premiere Affective Disorder? A mood disorder associated with depression, related to a wide variety of season premieres and not enough room on the TiFaux to record everything? Or time in the day to watch them all even if I could record everything? S.A.D.. Man. I got it bad, guys. Bad. What with brand new shows like Ugly Betty and Heroes and Six Degrees and 30 Rock– not to mention returning favorites Gilmore Girls and House and Grey’s Anatomy AND The Office… and Veronica FREAKING Mars!– trotting out brand new episodes, all new and pretty, what is a gal with S.A.D. to do? Huh? What? The hell you say? SEASONAL Affective Disorder? No, I’m pretty sure it’s Season-premiere. Honestly, sunlight affecting your mood? Well that’s just silly. Anyway, I have a life, what with the kids and TGIM and all. And darned if they don’t expect me to interact with them and feed them and take them places and love them, so how do I choose what to watch and what to let go? For the CHILDREN? Wow. This S.A.D. is a bitch, yo?
Or perhaps I am sad because that punk-ass Ryan Seacrest didn’t choose me for the E! Emmy thing so I didn’t get to meet celebrities and buy a sweet evening gown of sweet Mcsweetness and possibly undergo some sort of magical makeover that would stop John Krasinski in his TRACKS so he’d be all “WOW!” and I’d have to say, “Oh, John! Stop! I’m married!… Okay, just ONE kiss, geez…” and meet celebrities and walk the red carpet and MEET CELEBRITIES. Then again, it was like a hundred gazillion degrees that day, and I was feeling totally bloated that weekend anyway, so maybe I dodged a bullet on that one. But whatever. I am so over it.
Or, ooooh! I bet it’s low blood sugar. Of course! It’s totally hypoglycemia, right? Except I ate a big breakfast (I loves me some cinnamon raisin bagels and cream cheese… and banana oatmeal… and almonds…), so never mind.
Or perhaps there really IS no discernable reason for this achy sadness that has taken residence ’round my heart– none whatsoever– and all I need to do is buy myself a Snickers bar, hunker down, dig in, and wait for the sadness to pass.
Okay, I’m going with the Snickers theory. Because honestly, nothing says, “Hug out the sadness with a sugar rush, bizzyotch!” like a Snickers bar, am I right?
Darn tootin’.
I will grab a Snickers bar and hug out the sadness in your honor.
I love Jim! I can totally see why you’d be bummed about not getting to kiss err… MEET him. He’s dreamy! Oh! And Grey’s! Do you remember (of course you do, you just watched) the episode where McDreamy finds Meredith at McVet’s office/apartment?? The look he gives her – of surprise and disgust! That LOOK was worth an Emmy right there. Boyfriend acted twenty emotions in twenty seconds without saying a word. McYummy inDEED! And if my fat ass eating a Snickers will make you happy – well then, who am I to say no??
This might bring you out of the blahs… Sue NEEDS to see a dance video starring YOU and the Veronica Mars theme song. She especially wants a dance move choreographed specifically for her favorite part – the “Bring it on, Bring it on, yeah.” This is your mission if you choose to accept it.
I finally know what has been ailing me! S.A.D.! Who knew? And you know you are gonna be loaning me those Greys Anatomy DVD’s, right? Well, if you don’t. . . . what are we going to talk about?! What, you want Buffy back first? K.
Oh, ho ho HO! Charlotte (and SUE)?! I totally choose to accept it! Yes INDEEDY. I do.
(Paige, you are are so doing this with me…)
I shall find a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream and hug out the sadness in your honor as well… It’s just the kind of sacrifice blog friends make for each other…
Oh Cat don’t be S.A.D. The last thing the world needs now is for DWM to become Depressed Whining Momma. I jest of course. Don’t hate me. I know you do. Whatever.
So far I dig your selection of shows. I watched Studio 60 and I liked it. I am looking forward to Heroes and of course the Office (Woohoo this Thursday.)How much do you want to bet, that Jim and Pam totally Do IT this season and when i say DO IT I mean totally become like David and Maddie on Moonlighting and the show goes downhill. And Dwight and Angela will get caught making copies, if you know what I am saying. Wink wink.
They are SO not going to Do It. I’ll be mad if they Do It! The UST (Unresolved Sexual Tension) is the best part of the JAM relationship, you know what I’m saying? Do you?! Wink wink. I think she will reject him and he will run off to Vegas with some hussy for a quickie Elvis wedding and Pam will be PISSED. And Roy will be HAWT (seriously, did you SEE him at the upfronts?! Dear lord! someone’s been working out! Woo! Okay, okay…) And Jim will go work with Jan. And Dwight and Angela will get caught making copies. And Michael will be completely inappropriate with Jan. And I will laugh. HA!
Depressed Whining Momma. Hee. Now THAT is funny.
I just noticed in your “This Week Last Year” section that you had the “blahs” September 21st of last year. Perhaps there’s something to be said for your S.A.D. theory…