seldomifever: (bg fall)
Hm. Don't think I care too much for this new timeline over on FB. Do I really want to know that Anthony Head read an article on Kirk Cameron's sad birthday photo? Fills me with all sorts of strange images - an actor's worst fears come to fruition, Tony reads headline in mild state of panic. And how far will this timeline thingy go? Will it tell me when he reads about viagra or hair loss remedies or cold sores or foot fungi? The latest men's fashions, perhaps? Or, even worse, that maybe he wakes up every morning and quick checks to see what new vids have been uploaded on Tube8 before starting his day? Good God. I think Facebook assumes too much. Do we really want to know all the intimate details of our flists interweb habits? Um, un-uh.

So. In lieu of a lovely family vacation in Italy, Joss decided to spend two weeks filming Much Ado in his house in LA, and Anthony Head, who was supposed to play Leonato, dropped out of the production only days before filming was to begin. Most sad making. Instead, I guess, he left to work on some 24 hour play jabba at the Old Vic. Does this bring him closer to getting that gig on Broadway that I've set my sites on for him? I think he ought to ask himself that every time he makes a career decision: will this please Jennifer? Does it bring me closer to making her dreams come true? Yes, yes. That could work for me.

Oh my God. And I nearly forgot to mention that I finally got around to watching Sherlock. Dudes. Fabulous! How could you all have failed to mention this? What? You did?
seldomifever: (antigiles)
Yesterday at the grocery store I was filled with the strongest urge to take care of my husband. Like, make his lunch and dinner and take care of his dry cleaning and keep the house clean, just to show him how much I love and appreciate him. Good grief. What's with that? I think it's time to wean myself off early sixties television shows. They aren't safe.

I wrote yesterday. Hooray! I haven't been able to scrape two words together in forever and then, lo, there it be. Was going with a drabble, because I'm about 6 prompts behind, but now I'm wondering if I shouldn't just run with it. Whittling down words to get to 100 seems so counterproductive at this point, but we'll see. Imma try again today and see what happens.

Last night a woman I haven't spoken with in about 25 years friended me on Facebook. She was one of the weird kids. In 5th grade her mother pulled me aside her birthday party and thanked me for being her daughter's friend. Two years earlier another mother had said the same exact thing to me at her daughter's b-day party. And both times it made me feel all icky inside. They were nice kids. Nobody had to thank me for being nice to them just because they happened to be social pariahs. Made it hard for me to want to stay friends with them. I did, but I no longer enjoyed it. The moral of this story? Parents, butt the fuck out.
seldomifever: (facepalm)
Bang zoom! To the moon, Alice!

Ah, wife-beating references of old, how quaint you've become.

Guess who's busy spreading such Christmas cheer on this fine December eve? You got it! Facebook friend! She is a bundle of sunshine, that one.

Say it. Say, "Jen, you are not a nice person." Because it's true. I am not.

All right, cats and kittens, I am going to attempt to drag my sorry backside out the door and down the hill and into the grocery store, even though I am dead tired. People and pets in my house actually expect to eat. They're crazy like that.
seldomifever: (Giles chainsaw)
Seriously, FB friend, I am not in the mood for your shit this morning.

Just had to send an email off to older son's reading teacher. Lady embarrassed the crap out of him in front of the class yesterday. His crime? Missing homework. Took all my effort to remain polite. He's special needs. He has an aide. We've been over and over his need to have someone help him write his assignments down and help him pack his backpack at the end of the day. And yet. And yet.

Managing my boy's life is my full-time job.

But! It's Thursday, and I do love Thursdays, because I get to whine to my therapist, who is my personal savior. And! Thursday means it's almost Friday which means it is almost the weekend which means I no longer have to go it alone. Husband will be home to share in the child/house/doggy duties. Hee hee. I said doodies. Hrm. Stupid joke doesn't work as well in print, does it?
seldomifever: (giles play)
God. Dreamed I was peeing. Woke up in a panic. Wasn't. Even though it's been more than 34 yrs, I don't think I'll ever lose the terror of having been a bedwetter.

Popped over to FB. Cheerfully wished my good friend Happy Birthday. Started reading my news feed and was force-fed remembrances. Fucking September 11th. Heh. Unlike last year, it's not raining here in NY today. How are we supposed to interpret that?

All right, skippies. New day, sun is shining, blah bitty blah blah blah. Youngest is taking his first acting class today. I'm torn between hoping he'll have a great time and fearing he'll have a great time. Husband told him he doesn't have to wait until he's an adult to become an actor. Son became very excited. Huh?!! Can you think of anything more distasteful than child actors or stage parents? Um, that's cause there isn't.

Read this review of Merlin yesterday: "We must admit, we've got a bit of a problem with Merlin - it's not very good. But the Beeb's reinvention of a great legend makes for unfathomably watchable television all the same...The formula is much the same as before. Arthur makes fun of Merlin; trouble happens; Merlin saves the day with magic; nobody finds out; Arthur thinks Merlin is an idiot. Repeat ad nauseum."

Pretty well sums it up, don't you think? That said, I canna wait for tonight's ep! Mmm...Uther
seldomifever: (facepalm)
Or, you know, beat to death anyone who would actually hang a sign like that on their wall. *shudders*

Ah, and I wonder why my son lost it on that creepy bully in his class. Violence begets violence. What goes around comes around. Exspecially, if it's meant to be.
seldomifever: (giles play)
I ran into a friend of a friend a few months ago and she announced, "You're on facebook. I'm gonna friend you." All righty. I've known her for many years, we see each other everywhere - grocery store, Target, pharmacy - and we're always very friendly. I like her. So, how horrible would it be for me to hide her? I've already hidden the ten thousand games and quiz results she posts everyday, but her status updates are driving me bananas. She writes things like:

"Cheerfulness is what greases the axles of the world. Don't go through life creaking."

"A smile costs nothing but gives much. It enriches those who receive without making poorer those who give."

"A true friend reaches for your hand and touches your heart ♥"

"couldn't sleep, I was just thinking and smiling"

The thing is, there's nothing wrong with being an upbeat person. There's everything right about it, in fact, and yet I'm ready to throttle her. And you know, it's not like she's one of those godawful people who go around telling other people to smile who have never known suffering themselves. She's had terrible things happen to her in her life. She's just...happy. Or delusional, I suppose. Either way, she's killing me. Which makes me, like, the worst person on earth, I know. How bad must I be to resent pathological cheeriness in another?

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