It seems that I am still having trouble thinking of what to write. Or taking the time to write. Or opening up wordpress.
I think about writing. I write posts in my head. Either that or I’m having extended conversations with imaginary friends. But those conversations are kind of silly. Or really silly.
For example, on Chicago Fire last week, the woman former-doctor who just moved in with the fireman and the emt, had a big party and told the fireman not to come. Though he didn’t hear it that way, he thought she was inviting him.
I have several problems with this imaginary scenario. First, you have just moved into an apartment with two people you work with. The first thing you do is to throw a “rager” and tell your roommates, or at least the male one, not to come. Am I the only person who thinks that you ask your roommates if it’s okay with them that you have a party Saturday night? And except maybe if it’s a reunion of your mathletes team, you make them welcome to your party? You don’t just tell your roommate “Hey I’m having a party, go away.” And if there is some valid reason that your roommate shouldn’t come, you make sure you’re clear about why he’s not invited. You don’t just assume that he’s going to figure it out with no clues. Am I the only person who thinks about dumb stuff like this?
I’ve been watching Netflix the past couple days. I’m dropping my subscription at the end of the month. I just don’t watch much on it anymore but I’m checking to see if there is something I want to see. I watched The Tourist, which was entirely predictable. I watched Hancock. I kept meaning to watch it. Now I have. The funny thing is that somehow I had audio descriptions turned on so there was a narrator the entire movie, like Sebastion Cabot in Winnie the Pooh. And I thought it was supposed to be that way. I watched To Wong Fu, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar because it is one of my favorite movies but I don’t own it. Perhaps I will buy it one day.
And I watched Tom Papas. He says we are all doing great, we’re doing the best we can. So what if we’re fat? Everyone is fat. We’re either really fat, kinda fat or trying not to be fat. That about sums up my life.
Snoskred has not posted on her blog either. Pug tells me her area is safe now but they’ve had like 50% of the power out. Her blog is back online so that’s good news, at least. We’re still thinking about you and wishing you and the chooks well.