Hello Maria,
Yes, I know you're the only one who evers checks my site. Rest assured, I've had a wee epiphany or two over the past couple of weeks that may start me blogging again. But, if I do, it won't be until late April. All other elements of my life are too busy to accommodate ONE more thing right now.
Parting thought: I miss my friends :(
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I Love Ugly Betty
I really do. And it always surprises me these days when I find something on mainstream TV that isn't wretched. Who would have thought that lack of utter wretchedness was such a high-falutin' goal. But apparantly in network television, it is.
And speaking of that, I watched a marathon of "Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip" on the weekend. I remember watching the first episode when it originally aired and, although I love Aaron Sorkin and think "The West Wing" was probably the most cleverly written and impeccably casted TV shows ever, "Studio" left me cold. I didn't watch it again. Until this weekend's marathon ... and I really warmed up to it this time. Sorkin is brilliant at making his subject matter as good as you fervently wish it was in real life.
By that I mean, for instance, that I fervently wish that, much like "West Wing", the real president of the United States was intelligent, compassionate, well-educated, ethical and just an all-round admirable human being. And that all his advisors and staff were as well. Alas...
And on "Studio", we would hope that all TV show creaters, writers, producers, etc., were as committed to making great shows and as witty, smart and fantastic as those portrayed on the show. Alas ...
Today's southernism is really more of a baffling observation. When it first occured to me that I was moving to the Bible Belt, I thought that just meant there'd be lots of churches. But no. There's actually a TV channel called "Praise the Lord". And there are many, many times when I have to dive for the mute button while watching my morning CNN Headline News because some nauseating Bible ad threatens to make me lose my breakfast. Seriously. What the fuck?!
Anyhow, that's all I have time for tonight. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Bon soir and happy viewing.
And speaking of that, I watched a marathon of "Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip" on the weekend. I remember watching the first episode when it originally aired and, although I love Aaron Sorkin and think "The West Wing" was probably the most cleverly written and impeccably casted TV shows ever, "Studio" left me cold. I didn't watch it again. Until this weekend's marathon ... and I really warmed up to it this time. Sorkin is brilliant at making his subject matter as good as you fervently wish it was in real life.
By that I mean, for instance, that I fervently wish that, much like "West Wing", the real president of the United States was intelligent, compassionate, well-educated, ethical and just an all-round admirable human being. And that all his advisors and staff were as well. Alas...
And on "Studio", we would hope that all TV show creaters, writers, producers, etc., were as committed to making great shows and as witty, smart and fantastic as those portrayed on the show. Alas ...
Today's southernism is really more of a baffling observation. When it first occured to me that I was moving to the Bible Belt, I thought that just meant there'd be lots of churches. But no. There's actually a TV channel called "Praise the Lord". And there are many, many times when I have to dive for the mute button while watching my morning CNN Headline News because some nauseating Bible ad threatens to make me lose my breakfast. Seriously. What the fuck?!
Anyhow, that's all I have time for tonight. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Bon soir and happy viewing.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Accepting the Challenge
Hello Possums!
Welcome to the birth of my brand new blog. Well, perhaps 'birth' isn't quite the right term. More like a Caesarian section really. I was cruising along, minding my own business when, out of nowhere, I was blind-sided by a blog-writing challenge from SassKitty. Since disciplining myself for such tasks is simply not part of my nature, perhaps I can surgically extract a few choice phrases from time to time. We'll see.
By way of explanation, let's start with a little background 4-1-1.
I'm a Canadian girl. Through and through. And by that I mean, I live in Greenville, South Carolina of course (about 5 hours, as the crow flies, southwest of Greensboro, North Carolina, where SassKitty seems to believe I live). I've moved so far into the Deep South (hence the catchy blog title) that none of my friends will come and visit me because they fear their luggage won't fit on my gun-rack. Silly girls. I bought a bigger truck.
No no - just yankin' yer chain.
But I digress. So, here's the deal. It was nearly a year ago to this very day when I was first presented with the idea of picking up - lock, stock and Prada - leaving the most gorgeous (but rainy) city in the world (Vancouver), and high-tailing it down here for a new job that was created specifically with me in mind. Well, heck, I felt like Sally Field at the Oscars "Sob ... You REALLY LIKE me .. sniffle, sniffle!" Who could turn down an offer like that?! As much as I hated to leave all the FANTASTIC friends I'd made over the years, how often do we really get the chance for a proper adventure, after the age of 25? Hm??
And even though I was deserting the Writer's Group I loved so much, I wasn't worried. I knew I'd enjoy precisely the same amount of email banter and wine-quaffing and writing avoidance that I'd had only a few latitudinal co-ordinates ago.
So there you have it. That's my wee introductory post for the day. Now I must go try and figure out this photo upload stuff and linking to other sites, etc.
And I will resolve to finish off every post with a bit of plagiarized "southernisms". Today's is as follows:
"You might be a redneck if the only traffic signal you use is your middle finger!"
Oh, and my reading recommendation for the day is "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" by David Sedaris. He spent part of his childhood being raised in North Carolina, where, as one might expect, much tragic hilarity ensued. I laughed out loud many times.
Welcome to the birth of my brand new blog. Well, perhaps 'birth' isn't quite the right term. More like a Caesarian section really. I was cruising along, minding my own business when, out of nowhere, I was blind-sided by a blog-writing challenge from SassKitty. Since disciplining myself for such tasks is simply not part of my nature, perhaps I can surgically extract a few choice phrases from time to time. We'll see.
By way of explanation, let's start with a little background 4-1-1.
I'm a Canadian girl. Through and through. And by that I mean, I live in Greenville, South Carolina of course (about 5 hours, as the crow flies, southwest of Greensboro, North Carolina, where SassKitty seems to believe I live). I've moved so far into the Deep South (hence the catchy blog title) that none of my friends will come and visit me because they fear their luggage won't fit on my gun-rack. Silly girls. I bought a bigger truck.
No no - just yankin' yer chain.
But I digress. So, here's the deal. It was nearly a year ago to this very day when I was first presented with the idea of picking up - lock, stock and Prada - leaving the most gorgeous (but rainy) city in the world (Vancouver), and high-tailing it down here for a new job that was created specifically with me in mind. Well, heck, I felt like Sally Field at the Oscars "Sob ... You REALLY LIKE me .. sniffle, sniffle!" Who could turn down an offer like that?! As much as I hated to leave all the FANTASTIC friends I'd made over the years, how often do we really get the chance for a proper adventure, after the age of 25? Hm??
And even though I was deserting the Writer's Group I loved so much, I wasn't worried. I knew I'd enjoy precisely the same amount of email banter and wine-quaffing and writing avoidance that I'd had only a few latitudinal co-ordinates ago.
So there you have it. That's my wee introductory post for the day. Now I must go try and figure out this photo upload stuff and linking to other sites, etc.
And I will resolve to finish off every post with a bit of plagiarized "southernisms". Today's is as follows:
"You might be a redneck if the only traffic signal you use is your middle finger!"
Oh, and my reading recommendation for the day is "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" by David Sedaris. He spent part of his childhood being raised in North Carolina, where, as one might expect, much tragic hilarity ensued. I laughed out loud many times.
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