Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Out of touch with time.
And probably reality.
This year is going by at an insane rate. I can't believe that my two-year wedding anniversary is less than a month away and Devin and I have no idea what we are going to do about it.
Although it will probably not involve spending much money, unless our parents gift us with a gift certificate to a nice restaurant. We're lucky to be able to funnel money into our savings account after paying our bills and mortgage.
Last week, Devin had the brainstorm that I needed to replace Gilmore Girls with another show. Which was really just his three-thousandth attempt to get me to watch Battlestar Galactica.
Entertainment Weekly is obsessed with this show. Since I read every issue cover-to-cover, I had been telling Devin about it because it sounded like something he would like. Which turned out to be a gross understatement: He loved it. And maybe I made fun of him for loving what is basically a science-fiction soap opera.
Before Gilmore went off the air, Devin would complain about how yeah, it sucks when the shows that I like go on hiatus, but they come back on in a few months, and his precious show isn't even returning from hiatus until 2008. Once I learned Gilmore was ending for good, I turned the tables on him and said hell, at least your show is coming back.
Yes. Sometimes we act like children.
Since watching my shows last week ran the gamut from being highly emotional to just sucking monkey butt, I was pretty cranky over the weekend. Obviously, Gilmore made me crazy. Then Jaslene won America's Next Top Model and it was making me think that Tyra is either on medication, or needs to be on medication because that was a seriously fucked-up decision. (I could actually give a reasonably well-argued rant for why Jaslene was the stupidest choice possible for winner but I shouldn't waste my time because obviously the judges don't give a rat's arse about who is actually the best freakin' model. Stupid show.)
Then CSI got way creepy. Which is saying a lot because CSI is certainly not a warm-and-fuzzy type of show. Although their Miniature Killer storyline was fabulous, and it left us with a great cliff-hanger. But it also gave us the creepy puppet man who turned his dead five year-old daughter into a puppet for his stage show and kept having her sing about how she had a "pain in her sawdust."
Try getting THAT out of your mind.
On the work front, I actually had the mother of a former pool client calling me a couple of times Friday afternoon because his son told her to call.
The son is in his forties. I've dealt with some crazy callers at this job but I had never had a forty-something year-old man have his mother call me because he felt that we were not returning his calls in a prompt manner. (Which was completely untrue--we returned his call every day that week, he simply didn't happen to be home for the calls and refused to give us his cell number.)
(Although it was a bit funny when Devin was trying to figure out the work number that he gave us. Apparently, he gave us a work number that is actually an emergency hotline for freeze disaster relief. Which was pretty much useless because it was an answering machine.)
That pretty much unhinged me. I've gotten yelled at, cursed out, and hung-up on by former customers but I'd never been scolded by their mothers. I feel very sorry for that man's wife.
So, it was in this weakened state that Devin convinced me to watch some Battlestar Galactica with him over the weekend. We watched the three-hour-plus miniseries that served as one huge pilot for the show.
Now I'm hooked. You have no idea. It is the soapiest, campiest show that I have ever seen and I'm in love with it. In two days, I managed to bust through the entire first season.
Of course, Devin is thrilled that we actually have a shared interest in a TV show that isn't The Simpsons. I still can't really believe it. I have been mocking Devin for loving this show for almost a year.
He also might be gloating a bit about how his devious plan worked so well. Although he was a bit peeved with me because I was laughing at things that he felt were NOT funny. Except I always do that. Gilmore didn't bring out that side of me because the writing for it was superb, right up to the end.
I love dialogue. As a kid, I actually wrote far more plays than I did short stories. In class, whenever we were given a creative writing assignment, mine were always heavy on the dialogue. In fact, up until high school, they were pretty much ALL dialogue.
Oh yeah. That's also why I'm writing a one-act play for Script Frenzy. It's the June version of Nanowrimo for dramatists. Luckily the deadline is only 20,000 words, so I actually have a chance in hell of making the deadline. (Even though re-reading the entire Harry Potter series and watching two more seasons of Battlestar might make writing a one-act play a bit impossible.)
Although, honestly, I'm not that worried. Most of my Nano novel was dialogue because I am one of those people who enjoys dreaming up characters and then putting them in a room together to see how they interact.
Plus, if it's any good, I can submit it to the local community college for their theater department to use when they perform their one-act plays at the end of the year (obviously, I would have to wait until next year). I did this with a one-act that I wrote in high school but they didn't go for it because the main character spent the entire play in a hospital bed. Although this was before W;t won the 1999 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.
(I wonder what the hell happened to that one-act of mine, now that I think about it.)
So, you may now start betting on which thing I will not follow through with:
Reading the entire Harry Potter series by July 21st.
Writing a 20,000 word one-act play during the month of June.
Watching two seasons of Battlestar Galactica.
Watching any of the first two movies in a trilogy, of which the third installment is coming out this summer (Pirates, Bourne, Ocean's).
Or all of the above.
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