bintlog v2.0
Saturday, November 15, 2003
My TV-watching is really declining. I can't afford to invest any time in watching new series, and my old favorites are gradually cancelled or finally jump one too many sharks. At this point, my only "must-see-TV" is 7th Heaven, Everwood, Angel, and Fillmore!. Fillmore!, incidentally, is the BEST show on TV right now. It should be on Thursday nights. Although, it does give me extra incentive not to lie in bed all morning on Saturday. I still watch Friends but Monica and Phoebe make my teeth clench, and Chandler has been no fun ever since Monica castrated him. Why can't it just be the Joey & Rachel show, with some Ross-style doofiness thrown in for good measure?

7th Heaven is still good but is wearing thin. Why doesn't Cecilia go away now that she and Simon aren't together anymore? Why does Annie need so much help when she only has three little kids to take care of, and her married daughter and son-in-law live right there on the property? Why are the twins such creepy little robots? Why doesn't Happy get more camera time? Why do all of the drinks in the family fridge come in overpriced individual-serving bottles, when they're supposedly just scraping by on a minister's salary? I'd like to see Eric blow up one day and resolve all of these issues in one cathartic, profanity-packed episode.

Meanwhile... two papers and a lab to write. Three weeks to go in the semester, plus finals, plus I still have to finish my grad school app. Actually, I have to *start* my grad school app. And the more I read about the requirements for each school, the more I'm convinced they're not going to admit me. I keep thinking I should just chuck the whole school idea and go get a full-time job again. It's been fun but $$$$ weights heavily on my mind.

Thursday, November 06, 2003
So, this morning on the train I was entertained by two conversations happening on either side of me. Behind me were the two middle-aged black guys who apparently didn't know each other before today. One was expounding his theories on life and honor and survival in the city, while the other chimed in with vehement "Mm-hmms!" as needed. I learned that all sorts of different behaviors committed by friends of Guy #1 were bullshit, and that sometimes men, they like they women to beat up on them--sounds crazy, but you know it's true ("mm-hmm!"). Meanwhile, the couple standing next to me was having a fight, and over the course of the trip I figured out that she's a lazy slacker who routinely makes them late for work by sitting around watching TV instead of getting ready to go. Today they were so late that they couldn't find parking at the lot near the train, so she blew up at *him*. She spent most of the trip apologizing, asking him rote questions such as "Can you forgive me?" and "How can I make it up to you? Can I make you breakfast every day next week?" She clearly didn't take his anger seriously, and everything she said sounded like she learned it from Days of Our Lives. She also kept snuggling up to him, and every time he told her to back off. She got off the train before him, and I glanced over to see what appeared to be a very nice young man, professional but not stuffy (possibly DePaul student), who was very sad about how his life was turning out. I wanted to tell him he's better off without her.

Slices of life, man. These are the things people who drive to work miss out on.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Halloween is so cute. We got lots of kids, went through nearly seven bags of candy (we of course sampled a tiny portion, just to make sure it was safe). One little boy was afraid to come up on the porch. His eyes very wide, he pointed at the orange lights I had strung up and whimpered, "Fire! Fire!" His patient and amused father assured him that they were just lights, not fire, while helpful older brother quietly informed his little brother that they're fire and he'd better watch out. The boy finally took a deep breath and rushed up the porch to receive his reward. Moral of the story: Some people will walk through fire for chocolate.

Powered by Blogger