How Did That Happen?

I hate my laugh. I used to have a kind of 'in front of company' laugh and a real laugh (something I imagine I developed from my mother, whose 'company' laugh is perfectly artificial). Just in the past couple of months, I have noticed my real laugh doesn't sound like anything I recognize. It bursts from the back of my throat with a volume that alarms all in proximity. I wonder if I need to temper hilarious situations until I get this under control.

I have been doing my best at this aim by filling my schedule with to do lists a person can't possibly accomplish in the frame of three weeks and second guessing my ability to plan a relaxing vacation. It doesn't help that I just finished Frankenstein tonight. Who knew it wouldn't be the heartwarming feel-good I was led to believe from Young Frankenstein. I feel like their should have been a warning of some kind.

Pond Swan Song

Thoughts and spoilers on last Saturday's Doctor Who and Pond farewell after the jump...

Not Forever

 

When Taylor Swift's "We Are Never Getting Back Together" is in heavy rotation inside one's brain, watching Celeste and Jesse Forever and Sleepwalk With Me back-to-back is probably the worst idea, like ever. This is not to say I didn't like either movie, quite the contrary in fact. What it did say was a lot of self reflection on the fragility of relationships. Marriage is the family you choose. It doesn't guarantee happy endings. It doesn't fix broken people. And sometimes, even when there's still love there, it ends.

Matt and Abby have been together for eight years. The eventuality of marriage and a family freaks Matt out to the point of sleepwalking. Celeste and Jesse are newly separated. But both are having a difficult time holding on to 'best friend' when 'lover' is out of the picture.  

The one bright side to this rather gloomy post is that the fragility makes relationships precious. I don't believe in soulmates. If there's a "supposed to" in the mix, it seems a little less special. I want to try, not just because there's an eventuality to it.

As a side note, I reserve the right to change any and all opinion if Degeneres and De Rossi break up. If such a time exists, I will no longer believe in love. 

Upcoming

I seem to be in the middle of things lately. The last few weeks were crammed so much with work that I literally can't remember what I did when I got home each night besides sleeping and eating (presumably). Also, though I'm not sure how this pertains to anything, my hair is getting so long it's starting to get stuck on things. The last time this has happened I'm pretty sure I still had all of my baby teeth.

I might actually dress up for Halloween this year, I just need to convince the spouse of my zombie Bonnie and Clyde idea. He is 2% on board. I know this because he has paused for at least that long before saying 'no'. My sis is going for zombie Minnie Mouse. I'm pretty excited.

I watched Revolution yesterday. The idea of a world suddenly plunged into a blackout, no technology, no electricity makes me hopeful for the rest of the season. Plus Giancarlo Esposito is reason enough to give it a second watch. And Elizabeth Mitchell (I think?). I had to reassure the husband that Billy Burke was not Richard Dean Anderson, but he did a good job and the man is pretty convincing with a sword and dagger.

The weakest part of the episode was the younger cast. Charlie is supposed to be a Katniss-very-lite. I can only describe her on a Top-Model-appearing-on-Veronica-Mars scale with Naima being the very worst and Kim being the very best as a middlish Furonda. Home girl has little personality, but at least I never felt she suffered from a head injury. Poor, Naima.

Growing Pains

Birthdays have never been especially great for me. I remember one sucky 10th birthday decked out in a garish but beloved pink dress with blue flowers and jacket to match only to have it rain so hard they cancelled recess! Then there was last year's birthday where I was so sick I went to bed around eight and had to be reassured I wasn't dying. I won't even get into what I'll call the "roller skate incident" of 1996. Did I also mention that when I turned sixteen, my mom actually forgot my birthday? The whole time I refused to let her know in case Jake Ryan showed up with a birthday cake.

Um, yeah. No Jake Ryan, but I did score a new pair of shoes, expensive and fueled by guilt. I guess with this impressive history of awful birthdays, yesterday was pretty great. I went to the state fair with the husband and my sisters. Ate fried oreos and roasted corn on the cob and convinced said party not to ride the sketchy looking ferris wheel. My fridge contains more birthday sweets than actual food and I got to re-watch the Doctor Who Christmas Carol tonight from one of my birthday winnings. Curious to see what next year will bring.

Suspension

My internal lever has been a bit sticky lately so when I've tried to dispatch said lever, I haven't been getting a clear reading. This lever of course dispenses my suspension of disbelief. Dang its faultiness when I get the last episodes this year of Breaking Bad and the premiere of Doctor Who. Thoughts (and spoilers) after the jump.

Doctor

Doctor Who will be premiering its new season this weekend. It couldn't come at a better time since I have plowed through season 5 and 6 of Gilmore Girls and will not emotionally invest in season 7. True, I have Breaking Bad but the mid season finale is next week and then I'll have to wait until next year for its untimely demise. Waiting is hard. Waiting on television fairies is excruciating. Okay, it's not so bad when there are distractions. Distractions in the form of a real life, hobbies I've been neglecting, learning French, and my NY trip. Plus, if I don't want to be replicate the anxiety of last year, I should start knitting stuffs now for Christmas. Lots to do, and yet the couch looks so comfortable and all but the last season of Eureka is still on Netflix Watch Instantly.

Also, NPR's First Listen's are so great! Stars, Cat Power, Animal Collective, Divine Fits, Deerhoof. I've listened to only half of the selections so far, but I feel less neglectful.

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