Skipping 150 posts. It's been about three days of migraines and overwork and exhaustion and now I am in bed having a pyjama extended-morning with the internet and sitcoms on the DVD player AIFG.
The Girl and I don't really bother with Valentine's Day. She's making dinner, but then she usually does! We're going away for a bit of a break in a little cottage in the countryside next week, though. But that is not related to any kind of holiday.
Fuck, I AM 32! When did I turn 32? SHIT, I got old and didn't realize it? That means I'll be 33 this year?? CRAP
I had much the same reaction to 31 last year. I expect this year to be even more WTF-worthy.
I am working on a blog for my research profile and sociology-related thoughts. The idea of a non-anonymous, public page on the internet is weird. *twitch* *twitchtwitch*
Not that i'm against february holiday - the month needs more of them, especially ones involving chocolate. Just not with the tormented St., pls.
Rename it Cupid's Day? And put up lots of posters of Jeremy Piven, of course.
Hrm, i like the poster idea, but not the idealizing an underdeveloped boy wearing diapers and shooting innocent passerbys. Even with arrows.
Piven's Cupid would agree. He hated the cartooning of his... job.
Great. I just tried to watch TV, and I've got no cable signal.
Not that i'm against february holiday - the month needs more of them, especially ones involving chocolate. Just not with the tormented St., pls.
Make your own holiday. EVERY day can be "Because I Want Chocolate And Don't Want To Kowtow To Anyone Else's Idea Of What A Holiday Is And By The Way All The Holiday Symbols Are ASS And Did I Mention I Want Chocolate?" Day.
Hard to fit on a calendar, though. So, rock on. Go get yourself some chocolate today.
I *do* think a company trying to enforce their employee's participation in an holiday that is putatively about romance is a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen, but hey, live dangerously.
Other than that, I got no quarrel with V-Day. I like it. Underdeveloped boy wearing a diaper and shooting people, tortured saint, and all.
The Other One has persuaded me to watch the rugby with her (by which I mean, I'm playing with social networking while she talks rubbish to which I do not respond). Ireland is losing to France. This is apparently a Bad Thing.
Examples of her wittering at the telly:
"They're fifteen behind. They're not coming back from that."
"O'Gara looks quite a lot like Prince William. No. Harry. No. William. No. I know which one I mean."
"Kick it. Kick it. Kick it. Kick it. Kick it. KILL HIM."
OK then.
I was watching that on BBCAmerica a little while ago!
Cupid's Day, FTW.
It's also much nastier, and more Buffista-friendly.(What is about Piven, that he can say things that either border on, or nowadays are, completely nasty and offensive, and it's so lovable?)
This is going to sound unFriendly because I'm touched by the response, but please nobody else Friend me on Facebook till I figure out how it'll let me on. Thanks.(it's like terrorism...freedom vs. security...David Simon should write a miniseries.)
Happy Cupid's Day, y'all.
