I was watching a rerun of Happy Days many many years ago. I was never much of a Happy Days fan, I think because there wasn't anyone on the show I could either relate to or develop a crush on. But, anyway, for some reason I was watching it. Marion and Howard had gone to see a movie, and we see them leaving the theater and chatting. They walk by a ( Read more... )

I watched Finding Neverland the other day and was soundly disappointed. The best I can say about it is that no actor phoned in any of the performances, and the production values were just lovely. Everything and everybody was so pretty and candle lit. Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet gave what you would expect-they made the best of a cheesy and twee ( Read more... )

I just started Theodore Dreiser's Sister Carrie the other day, and so far it's better than I expected. I'm not usually a big fan of American literature--so many American authors seem to have inspired Faulkner and Hemingway or been inspired by them, and since I loathe both of them, I'm out of luck with a lot of American literature. Twain, of course ( Read more... )

So I tried posting every day I'm at work, but this just isn't working. The irony is that I wanted to post to make my life a little more interesting. I thought if I forced myself to write something every day then I would notice little things to write about ( Read more... )

Thackeray in Vanity Fair on marriage:

"A woman with fair opportunities, and without an absolute hump, may marry WHOM SHE LIKES."

I was watching Dead Like Me on Sci-Fi this morning (on tape), and I heard one of those kind of exchanges that I dearly love. Rube, a middle-aged man, sits with George, a female teenager who he supervisors in her grim reaper duties. Rube has just received a letter from the dead letter office at the post office--the letter was sent about 80 years ago ( Read more... )

I started Vanity Fair the other day and am delighted at how colorful and boisterous it is (and a little disturbed at my difficulty in understanding some of the prose--is it me or Thackeray?). Little did I know when I began that Thackeray was to make a scarily accurate description of George W ( Read more... )

Okay, so I didn’t post every night. I should have qualified from the beginning that I’m only going to post from work, if at all, Sunday through Thursday. My connection at home is too slow, and don't feel like writing there anyway. When I’m at home, I like to do home stuff like knit and play with furry mammals ( Read more... )

Unusually, I had a Tuesday night free (usually working to 11:00), and after watching another cute but mildly disappointing Eureka, started flipping channels in the hope of finding a new show to try out. Success! I found Men in Trees. After all, Anne Heche is totally adorable, and it’s a 1-hour drama, and it’s not another reality show or forensics ( Read more... )

I’ve become boring. Maybe I’m not boring to you, but I am to myself, and I’ve never been boring to myself before. Maybe it’s the result of getting old and dim, at least in part, but I suspect much of it comes from my stagnant circumstances. I’m stuck in a town that wishes it were small, its population artificially boosted by prisons and a commuter ( Read more... )