Month: December 2014

Blogger is revealed as sentimental sap

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I spent nearly an entire day recently watching season 5 of Glee.  Please don’t mock me.  I haven’t watched it in years, and I can’t say I really enjoyed the day I spent watching it.  I did a lot of yelling at the TV (that was the fun part), but other than that, I really don’t know why I started it up again.  Season 5 is the season that started after Cory Monteith (the actor who played Finn Hudson) died, and episode three is the one where they addressed his death.

I cried, bawled like a baby, for nearly that entire episode.  I can’t tell if the writers and actors actually handled it well (the actors who played his parents did, I think) or if I just felt like crying (I can’t be objective about it at all), but I was a mess.  I think part of it, maybe a lot of it, is that the actor, not just the character died, and all those other actors were probably actually mourning him, making it more genuine.

On the bright side, the long day of watching Glee seems to have rid me of the desire to watch any more of it.  I’ve got that going for me.

 

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We’ve got spirit, yes we do

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We have decided to do some light decorating this year.  Today was the beginning, when we picked up a wreath for the front door.

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So festive.  🙂  I’ll pick up a couple more things over the next few days (maybe a garland for the fireplace, some tchotchkes for the table or island).  I don’t want lights or anything over the top, but since we’re still on the market, we thought the house might look more welcoming if we embraced the spirit of the season.  Plus it’s pretty.

My taste in music is beyond reproach, of course

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Obviously, everyone’s musical preferences are a matter of personal taste. There’s no right or wrong. (Yes, there is.) No objective right or wrong. (Yes, there is.) There are classics (the Beatles, Elvis, etc.) that it seems like everyone should like, but I’m sure there are people out there who don’t like them. (They’re wrong.)

Then there are the influential groups or people (who often (always?) overlap with the classics). Is it as imperative that everyone like them? I hope not. I’m thinking of the Doors in particular. I heard two songs of theirs this morning, and they’ve been stuck in my head most of the day. I’m not enjoying it. I mostly don’t like the Doors. Jim Morrison seemed like a pompous, self-important jackass. The only Doors song I really like is “Touch Me” (I like horn sections), and I’m okay with “People are Strange”. I could do without all of the others all of the others that I recognize as the Doors. I suppose it’s possible that there’s another Doors song out there that I’ll like, but I haven’t heard it yet. Or I’ve heard it, liked it, and didn’t know it was the Doors. Find me a handful of those, and I’ll consider revising my opinion of the band as a whole.

Quiet yoga time turned surreal

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I made it back to yoga this week, and we had a few minutes of relaxation time at the end. There was no music playing in the room, no talking, just stillness and breathing.  My mind really went quiet for a little bit, but then the rest of the world began to creep back in.  First, I noticed the ticking clock in the room.  I hadn’t even realized that clock made noise. Then, very quietly at first but louder the more I noticed it, I heard Kylie Minogue’s “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” seeping in from the speakers on the main floor of the gym.  But the song and the ticking clock weren’t in sync with each other, nowhere near the same tempo, so they fought, both getting louder.  I was having visions of meshed realities and Doctor Who. All in the space of about a minute. Maybe less.  Then the instructor called us back to reality, and it got less weird.

More better words please

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A friend and I were talking about orphan rows today (as they relate to databases) and rows with dangling pointers, which are kind of the opposite, like parents who have lost their children, and we realized that there’s no word for parents who have lost their children.  What’s the orphan equivalent?  A wife whose husband has died is a widow, and a husband whose wife has died is a widower….and that’s when we realized that widower doesn’t make sense.  The husband didn’t widow anyone.  He is not one who widows.  So in addition to needing a word that means parent-who-has-children-who-have-died, we need a better word for a husband whose wife has died.  Someone should get on that.  Also, this is sad, so go watch the new Star Wars trailer.  And look for the Lucas enhanced version, too.  It’s funny.  You’ll feel better.