May 31, 2012
Involuntary response triggered by a conversation overheard between two weird manga characters on some Japanese anime television series my kiddos were watching… and I realize now that saying “weird” and “manga characters” is redundant, but I will move on because I don’t want to be judgey, although have you SEEN any Japanese anime television series based on manga? Because, weird. Not that I’m judging.
DORORO to SERGEANT KERORO (on the TV): Hey! I’ve got passion!
CAT (without looking up from book): In my pants! And I ain’t afraid to show it!
MACK: Oh, Mom.
CAT: (book down now) –show it, show it–
ALLI: Momma, no!
CAT: I’m sexy and I know it! (up and dancing now) Girl look at that body! Uh! Girl look at that body! UH!
MACK: This is just embarrassing.
CAT: (shaking that bootay) Girl look at that body! UH!
CAT: Ah… I work out!
CAT (sits down again): What?! It’s a song about exercise. GOSH.
More silence. Then–
MACK: No. Don’t do it, Mom.
ALLI: Seriously, Momma. Don’t–
CAT: Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah!
ALLI and MACK (no longer fighting it): Do the wiggle man! I do the wiggle man! Yeah!
CAT and GIRLS: I’m sexy and I know it!
Irrational impulse satisfactorily acted upon, I returned to my book and the girls went back to their show. Because that’s just how we roll at the DWM home.
May 30, 2012
Today I was suddenly overcome with an irresistible urge to do something crazy. Specifically, sneak into the office lounge and shake every single bottle and can of soda in the community fridge. All of ’em! Every last fizzy one! Leave no can unshaken!
Let’s be clear. This has happened before, this urge, but it’s totally NOT because I am off the Diet DP again, you know, due to it being super unhealthy–not even in a food group, people!–no, not at ALL, because hello? Grown woman, here? I’m mature and shizz. And anyway, water is BEST so I don’t even care at ALL if other people are drinking nasty caffeinated food-groupless beverages that are NOT water and are therefore NOT best. Whatever! DRINK the soda! TASTE the rainbow! I don’t even care! You know why? Because come lunch time… well, there’d be a whole lot of excitement up in hey-ah! Woo!
Fine. Whatever. I’m just a bad person. A bored, bad person with evil soda-shaking thoughts. But I didn’t succumb to temptation so I hope you admire my restraint.
Right, then. Moving on…
…I cannot recommend this show enough– BBC’s Sherlock.
BBC One describes it thus: “Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson’s adventures in 21st Century London. A thrilling, funny, fast-paced contemporary reimagining of the Arthur Conan Doyle classic.”
Yep, they’ve shed the Victorian trappings but preserved the dark humor and clever wordplay of Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes, and guys? It’s genius.
The casting is spot-on; I’ve never seen this Benedict Cumberbatch chap before, but I tell you what. He is absolutely mesmerizing as the enigmatic genius detective. And if you don’t just want to hug Dr. John Watson (Martin Freeman) after watching the show, well, I wash my hands of you.
Because really. It’s ace! Absolutely BRILL. Okay, not every episode is perfect, but the character moments, especially between Watson and Holmes, usually make up for it. And when everything is clicking… dude, it is ON. FIRE. Like nothing else on television! True story. Plus the production value is amaaahzing, so check it out. Or don’t. I don’t even care. It’s your life.
May 29, 2012
I’ve been feeling anxious lately. Unsettled. Discombobulated, even. And if you’ve ever been combobulated, you know how upsetting the opposite of THAT can be. I’m only saying.
Perhaps it is the sunshine. “Why the sunshine?” you may ask me. “Sunshine is good! Sunshine brings the happy. Why you so crazy, girl?”
Well, you make a valid point. Sunshine does, in fact, bring the happy… when you can actually go outside and ENJOY it. Yet here I am hard at work inside— teleworking like crazy, I tell you!– while the sun is shining away outside, all, “Woo-hoo! Come out and PLAY!” And I’m like, “Um, I’m trying to WORK here, Sunshine! RUDE.”
And then I’m distracted and thoughts run through my mind unchecked as I daydream about the new pet bunnies we have right outside that I could TOTALLY be cuddling with, or panic about my writing, you know, like, Oh NO. What if I run fresh out of pithy thoughts?, or ponder why I am compelled to add “You know what I mean?” any time someone on the radio says “Police on the scene” because, seriously, what is up with that?
That is exactly the moment when I get the naggy, achy feeling, and there’s a part of me that knows that even sunshine can’t dispel the awful gloom of imminent pithylessness.
Clearly, what I ought to do to drive away the unnamed restlessness is to close my laptop for a moment, breathe, look around. Take notes. Step outside and enjoy the view. Bask a little. Revel in the warmth and light. That would be awesometastic.
Because if I am distracted, unsettled, never basking in the sun, always waiting for something more, or daydreaming about a way to get… oh, somewhere else, I can’t really focus on what is plain, what is right in front of me. This way leads to madness… and discombobulation. I see that now.
So, pay attention, me.
May 28, 2012
So many instances in my life can be summed up with some words of wisdom from an old episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Like right now. Here I am again, at the ol’ blog-a-rooski and I like it here, but people are starting to wonder why I’m here so much, like, what am I doing here, I haven’t been here forever and suddenly I’m always hanging around and it’s weird because I can’t really explain that I just need to be here. Just hanging around and whatnot.
It’s like when Ms. Calendar notices that Buffy and the Scooby Gang are always hanging out at the school library, and she’s all, “You again? Huh. You kids really dig the library…” and Xander smoothly replies, “Reading makes our…speaking… English good!”
That’s how I feel right now. Because why am I always hanging around here?
Writing makes my speaking stories good.
May 26, 2012
The Avengers. Proof positive that my steadfast love of all things Joss Whedon has never been unfounded.
Honestly. I think I may even– perhaps!– like Scarlett Johansson again. Hey. I’m as surprised as you are.
Yep. Validation. Tastes good.