Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Alison Wonderland, I'm still working on my Lost hate blog, so it's just kind of funny this video is set to scenes from Lost.

Today I got a ukulele from my friend Sara in Wonderland. Best Christmas present ever . . . Palmer sticker and all.

It Should Be Noted

I made a deal with a co-worker back in 'o8. I believe the deal was I could leave work early for a date if I read Twilight. The date canceled on me, but no "takey backsies." I then tried to get out of reading Twilight by going line-dancing. Both things were eventually done (with much whining on my part). Turns out I love line-dancing and still hate Twilight and I lost track of that date long ago in a galaxy far, far away . . .

But I can't help but thanking that date, for canceling on me, that is and for not showing up several other times I might add. He texted me once the phrase, "It is what it is." Now, for anyone with half a philosophical brain, and in my case other half absent-minded professor brain, this may just be one of the decade's most mind-numbing catch phrases. It implies that a = b. But in most cases with the advent of so much technology so fast and everyone just scrambling to catch up and the age of nuance gone, "a" in one person's mind, is not the "a" in the other person's mind, likewise with "b" and what you end up with is some seemingly definitive statement of pure and utter nonsense. It implies a lack of responsibility of an outcome in some instances, and in others it's simply a response when no response is really necessary. It implies that change is or would have been impossible. Now granted, there are instances where this phrase is appropriate, but it wasn't then, in my mind. However, being how things are now, I am glad that "it was what it was." (Past tense completely appropriate.) Given the option, mistakes and all, I wouldn't have changed a God damn thing.

Including the fact, that last year on the eve of New Year's Eve, I didn't take my phone with me to work out. I left it in the family room. My brother told me he heard it ring regularly then it did some odd thing where it only rang once and went straight to voice mail. Ah, well, it is what it is, I suppose.

Screw 'o9, you're getting old. Happy New Year's.

Oh, and excuse my brutal rape of grammar, I'm no editor.

Post Secret Goodness

Oh Honey, ask him yourself. Or better yet, ask his cuter friend.
It's too good of a movie to wait to see because of a stupid boy.



Hell yeah.



So true . . .

It's not a victory march

Well maybe something else

I wonder how long we can go without inspiration and connection. Isn't that why so many people surf the chat rooms and forums of the internet, looking for something that's lacking in their lives? I've been working with a refugee from Africa. Her French and 5 other languages that she knows is in incredible. She's working on English. My French should be better. We're muddling through. We seemingly only talk about superficial things, it's hard to have deep conversations when the chance for mis-communication is so great, but we still manage to confide in each other in different ways. In facial expressions, body language, etc. Sometimes the perfectly timed pause speaks volumes.

I see how frustrated she gets when she can't express herself as well as she wants to . . . she's so embarrassed about her English, so much so, I try to speak with her in French so she can see how comparatively bad I am. I wish I could get across that I understand how it feels to not be able to express yourself for no other reason than you don't know how. The frustration, the internal anger, the hurt, the loneliness . . . the despair. To these and many more, no one is a stranger.




Hallelujah

Sizzurp

Sometimes I just randomly say that word to myself. And whenever I imagine it, I imagine it in italics. Sizzurp!!!

In my mind I was going to share all these insightful things I've been coming up with . . . but instead here.




Yep.

Favorite twitter trend:
#wecantdate if you expect me to check your twitter updates

HAHAHAHAHA

Holiday Shopping of a different sort

Project elf costume has proven to be more problematic than initially anticipated. The mission continues tomorrow before my little brother and I catch a showing of Avatar.

Best license plate this holiday season: UGOGAL

The new Alicia Keys and MJB albums are fantastic. U GO GALS!!!!

See you on the radio

My dad and I love this part of A Christmas Story. We always try to flip back to see it during the movie's 24 hour run on TNT.




"You look like a deranged Easter Bunny!" That line gets Big Jim every time, sort of like the part in The Burbs when the swinging door takes out the plate of cookies. I know it's coming but dear God I practically pee myself every time I see it. And I'm sad to say I couldn't find a clip of that (I may have just continually watched it until I laughed myself to sleep so . . . ).

Christmas Day is my ONLY day off, wtf?

Worked 11 hours today on 4 hours of poor sleep. So exhausted. Had an emotional weekend, I hate emotional weekends. But I'm glad to say that unlike this time last year I found composure somewhere and no mental break downs in any department stores occurred. And Big Jim requested a new red plaid shirt instead of an Hawaiian one this year. It's cool because for his birthday last year I got him a sick Hawaiian one and a t-shirt with a sexy lady in a martini glass. We're a classy kind of family . . .

Tomorrow is project elf costume. Oh yes, I will be an elf for everyone's entertainment on Christmas Eve along with a few other brave co-workers.

Bummed to hear Buffalo Tom will be performing at First Night this year. I already made plans with other friends. This deeply saddens me. The thought of another year trudging through Boston on New Year's is not promising but it's Buffalo Tom. Goddammit.

Soooooo sleepy. Soooo sweepy . . . . zzzzzzz




Update: I just stood in front of the fridge for waaaaay too long to decide on apple sauce . . . And Gangland is on. Fuck yeah.

MJB

Call my phone. Enjoy. Everybody else is doing it . . .




And who sounds this good on crummy video? Mary, that's who.

The River

A friend and I were talking about Robert Downey's stint on Ally McBeal. Totally forgot about the son dynamic.




One of my favorite Christmas songs of all time . . .

Last Christmas

Shake it off . . .

There has to be somewhere in this world where for just one day someone won't call my name and ask for something.

Just great

Thank you Colbert. This was great.

Missing my teddy bear

At the end of the night, he's still the last person I want to talk with and I'm glad we don't get all possessive of one another. We're glad with the time we get to spend with one another. And we laugh. Oh Lord do we laugh.

He says he's leaving his trunk full of Steven Seagal movies to me in his will. If that ain't love, I don't know what love is . . .

And our unofficial theme song for '09 has been a Phil Collins song. Go figure.

from, "The Attic"

"It's like floating on a river, isn't it? You could be anywhere in the world under this skylight, looking up at those stars and the wind whipping those trees around. Makes you feel sort of minuscule."

"How is that a good thing? Feeling minuscule, that is?"

"Puts everything in perspective I suppose. Thanks for covering for me earlier. Do you think they're trying to call Rob to confirm? Well, I know Simon is. He probably couldn't run to his phone fast enough."

"In those puppy slippers? Nah, he could barely walk in those things. He gave you a death stare. Did you guys have a thing?"

"Oh, I wouldn't even call it a thing. Do you have time for an anecdote?"

"Got all night."

"One day my brother threw away his Stretch Armstrong doll. He wanted a new toy, and to get a new toy we had to learn to part with our old ones. I really liked Stretch, so I took him. A few days later my brother saw me playing with him and he had a fit."

"I thought he didn't want it anymore."

"He didn't . . . but he didn't want anyone else to have it either. There are just some things people never grow out of."

"So Simon is your brother and you're Stretch? Right?"

"Yeah . . . but sometimes . . . sometimes I feel like I'm the rest of the trash Stretch got thrown into, too. I feel like some sort of waste receptor for the shit other people don't want to deal with and if I get any pleasure out of it I feel like everyone is Simon. No one wants me to really be happy with what I'm doing, even if it's dealing with their shit."

Let me out