I was watching The Office today (like I ever need an excuse to watch The Office, but today I'm loopy on cold meds) and it suddenly occurred to me, in a prophetic vision of crystalline clarity, that some day I will rediscover these DVDs, and force my children to watch them with me. If I'm lucky, my kids will be enough like me that we will all be able to enjoy them together, and The Office will become a family joke, like Happy Days and Get Smart did with my parents.
If I'm unlucky, of course, my kids will spend the entire time whining about how they hate Jim, and I will spend the entire time thinking about, I don't know, the sad sad demise of Steve Carrel's career, or how big a douche John Krasinski is in real life.
What would you share with future generations?
31 October 2007
28 October 2007
Nostradamus
Last night I had the best dream I have ever had. I dreamed I went to LA and wandered into a writers' meeting for The Office, after which they offered me a job. I was very concerned about how I was going to be in LA at 6 am for work and Charlottesville at 8:30 am for class, but I woke up after deciding that I could probably skip class if I was going to be working for The Office.
24 October 2007
Don't Stop Believing
There are times when I feel like I could shed my cynical shell, and then there are times when I know I have it because it fits me like a fucking glove. Like now, for example: the news is full of California being on fire. This irritates me for 2 reasons:
1) This area of California is a fire-based ecology. You don't want your house on fire, don't build it where things catch on fire, routinely, naturally. Just like you can't build your house on a massive fault line and then be surprised when an earthquake rips it in half. There's plenty of land in Montana with absolutely nothing wrong with it. Go live there.
2) This happens regularly. Like every two or three years. You'd think that if your house almost burned down once, you'd move. Did you expect that these forests would stop drying out and getting struck by lightning? Did you think that, somehow, billions of years of evolution would reroute itself so you can live closer to LA? Again. Nothing wrong with Montana.
I swear I'm really not a terrible person, or lacking in compassion. I just get so fed up with the stupidity of the human race at times.
1) This area of California is a fire-based ecology. You don't want your house on fire, don't build it where things catch on fire, routinely, naturally. Just like you can't build your house on a massive fault line and then be surprised when an earthquake rips it in half. There's plenty of land in Montana with absolutely nothing wrong with it. Go live there.
2) This happens regularly. Like every two or three years. You'd think that if your house almost burned down once, you'd move. Did you expect that these forests would stop drying out and getting struck by lightning? Did you think that, somehow, billions of years of evolution would reroute itself so you can live closer to LA? Again. Nothing wrong with Montana.
I swear I'm really not a terrible person, or lacking in compassion. I just get so fed up with the stupidity of the human race at times.
20 October 2007
Eros?
So the people in Harry Potter fandom, the ones who like to point at near-invisible pieces of subtext and then shriek "everyone's gay!!!!" are finally validated.
JK Rowling says Dumbledore is gay
A few thoughts on this:
* Suddenly Dumbledore's story jumps to the forefront of "things I'd like to read." Falling in love at such a young age, nearly falling into the dark side, pulling yourself out at great harm to your family, then killing your old flame in the battle of the century? That beats the skinny kid with the dead parents any day.
* This squarely throws HP into the category of "stories where the protagonist is easily the least interesting thing going on, also with a lot of gay subtext." See also: Lord of the Rings.
* The more I think about this, the more I think JKR made a serious narrative mistake. Harry is the poster boy for dumb luck. He's a footnote in Voldemort's plans for world domination, one that just won't go away. He ends up marrying a girl because he covets her family, and has kids that he names after other people he desperately wants to keep around. Harry is kind of sad. He's not particularly talented or intelligent. He's just there.
How interesting would it be to turn this series inside out and watch Dumbledore watching Harry, instead of Harry taking Dumbledore for granted, even after he's dead? That, although maybe not as palatable to the children's lit readers, sounds like a hell of a story. Would it work without the enormous success of the current books? Perhaps not. But man, that's the story I want to read.
JK Rowling says Dumbledore is gay
A few thoughts on this:
* Suddenly Dumbledore's story jumps to the forefront of "things I'd like to read." Falling in love at such a young age, nearly falling into the dark side, pulling yourself out at great harm to your family, then killing your old flame in the battle of the century? That beats the skinny kid with the dead parents any day.
* This squarely throws HP into the category of "stories where the protagonist is easily the least interesting thing going on, also with a lot of gay subtext." See also: Lord of the Rings.
* The more I think about this, the more I think JKR made a serious narrative mistake. Harry is the poster boy for dumb luck. He's a footnote in Voldemort's plans for world domination, one that just won't go away. He ends up marrying a girl because he covets her family, and has kids that he names after other people he desperately wants to keep around. Harry is kind of sad. He's not particularly talented or intelligent. He's just there.
How interesting would it be to turn this series inside out and watch Dumbledore watching Harry, instead of Harry taking Dumbledore for granted, even after he's dead? That, although maybe not as palatable to the children's lit readers, sounds like a hell of a story. Would it work without the enormous success of the current books? Perhaps not. But man, that's the story I want to read.
05 October 2007
Did I mention I love a capella?
I can see you
Don't even know you
Fallin' into the sheets at night
Place my hands flat on my chest
I feel the heartbeat back the night
I've tried counting the sheep
And I talk to the Shepherd
And played with my pillow forever and ever
I sit alone and I watch the clock
I breathe in on the tick
And out on the tock
I can hear your bare feet on the kitchen floor
I don't have to have these dreams no more
And I found someone just to hold me tight
Hold the insomniac all night
I dig my head down deep
So I can't hear the cars
Outside on the street
And the stars are laughin'
They get a kick out of my misery
I've tried everything short of Aristotle
To Dramamine and whiskey bottles
Pray for the day when my ship comes in
And I can sleep the sleep of the just again
Don't even know you
Fallin' into the sheets at night
Place my hands flat on my chest
I feel the heartbeat back the night
I've tried counting the sheep
And I talk to the Shepherd
And played with my pillow forever and ever
I sit alone and I watch the clock
I breathe in on the tick
And out on the tock
I can hear your bare feet on the kitchen floor
I don't have to have these dreams no more
And I found someone just to hold me tight
Hold the insomniac all night
I dig my head down deep
So I can't hear the cars
Outside on the street
And the stars are laughin'
They get a kick out of my misery
I've tried everything short of Aristotle
To Dramamine and whiskey bottles
Pray for the day when my ship comes in
And I can sleep the sleep of the just again
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