Years have gone by, and many folks are still enamored of this television phenomenon called “Lost”.
I never watched it. It didn’t seem like something I would really be into. But many have found it to be a source of great dramatic entertainment. Rehearsals were cut short so the latest installment would not be missed. Discussions of it were couched in tones of awe and wonder. I was never quite curious enough, and besides, I don’t like to watch things when I haven’t seen the beginning.
Finally, season 1 is available to watch instantly on Netflix. I decided to see what all the flap is about.
Apparently, nothing.
I’ve watched episode 1. It made me laugh. But I’m giving it a chance. Episode 2 is running, and it’s not giving me much, either.
It’s just like when I read a book. If it doesn’t grab me within a few pages, odds are that I won’t finish it.
Lost has only a few more pages to go to grab me.
Why am I not seeing what so many other people seem to see?
Trying to get my blog to post to Facebook as well… let’s see if this works!
I haven’t blogged in far too long. So here’s the update.
I still need a job. Anybody have one for me?
I’m still alive. Busy as heck, but that’s only because I’m so focused on STAYING alive that I’m doing almost anything for a buck. I’d rather have a real job. It makes life so much more serene.
Anybody want me to ghost-blog, or ghost-tweet for them? I’m for hire.
Podling is well. Horrid child gets to go to Disneyland without me. Kidding. She’s not horrid, just bloody lucky. I want her to have the most wonderful time.
Off to Marhaba at Full Circle tonight. Come say hi to me, I’m working the door. The music promises to be good. Looking forward to it.
I’ll blog for real soon. I will. You’ll see.
Because I still have nothing worthwhile to say. I know, it’s so BORING when people do these as blog posts.
So far in 2009…
Have you had a girlfriend or boyfriend?
Nope.
Have you had your birthday?
Not until July.
Been to church?
Nope.
Cried yet?
Mercifully, no. I’ve cried far too much over the past few years. I think I’m now too numb to feel enough to cry.
Had someone close to you pass away?
Not this year. Please no, not this year.
Pulled an all-nighter?
No. I need my sleep these days.
Drank Starbucks?
Umm… I don’t think so. Not this year.
Gone shopping?
Yes. With the pod. Things were purchased. Mostly for her. She’s a young lady now, you know.
Gone to the movies?
Probably?
Been to the beach?
Nope.
Bought something for over 100 dollars?
Nope. I am the broke. So… so… very… broke.
Met someone new?
I’m constantly meeting new people, and can never remember their names the next time I see them, and feel so horrible because they apparently know me and I’m staring blankly and smiling… It’s tragic.
Been out of your home state?
Not this year. Not least year, either. Maybe I’ll never leave again. This is likely.
Gone snowboarding/skiing?
Nope. I don’t do things that could break bones. Not since the Skateboarding Incident of Thanksgiving 07.
In The Past Month…
Kissed someone?
No. Nobody loves me who qualifies for such an honor.
Slept in a friend’s bed?
Nope.
Snuck someone over?
What are we? 12?
Snuck out of your own house?
Why would I do this? To fool myself? I live alone.
Been in a bar?
Yah. Sung in a bar, eaten in a bar, had meetings in a bar, hung out with friends in a bar…
Gotten a car?
I WISH! But Violet, she’s a trooper and still runs, and we love her.
Gone over your cell phone minutes?
At this point I don’t think this is possible. People don’t love me enough to talk to me long enough to use up my cell phone minutes.
Been called a whore/bitch/skank/slut?
Yes. And I never appreciate it. Ever. Not. Ever. I hate it.
Drove somewhere?
Yes. I have to drive to get ANYwhere.
Done something you regret?
I don’t regret things.
Gotten caught…?
Doing what? The things I do, I do with full intention. If someone “catches” me doing something, it’s something THEY don’t like, but I’m ok with.
Lasts…
Thing you bought?
Body wash for the shower.
Person to call you?
RP. About rehearsal.
When was the last time you felt stupid?
Oh, that’s a daily occurrence. I’m just a big dork.
The last time you felt worried?
Right now. Money. As in, I have none, and there are a LOT of people who want it from me, but I’ve none to give, and I’d like to give them what they want, but I can’t. Not yet.
When was the last time you walked/ran over a few miles?
Not recently enough. I enjoy walking and need to do it more.
Who was the last person who saw you cry?
hmmm. Not sure. Might have been CH… because I very rarely allow myself to be seen crying.
Who was the last person who made you cry?
I know who it was. You don’t need to know.
Who was the last person you watched a movie with?
The podling and a roomful of her teenage friends who were there for her birthday sleepover.
Who was the last person you danced with?
I… don’t remember. I think it was a bunch of ladies. Who are learning to take their clothes off on stage.
Who did you last yell at?
I don’t yell at people. I get gravely quiet. If I yelled I’d blow off steam and things would be alright. Instead, I get very, very serious. And then I could be dangerous.
Who last told you they loved you?
The sweet podling, because she’s the only person on earth who really DOES truly love me.
You see, I get these emails from “RealAge” these days. I once took one of those “How old is your body in relation to your chronological age?” tests. Supposedly the test has behind it all the expertise and knowledge of Drs. Oz and Roizen. (I think I spelled that properly…) I used to take those little questionnaires and come out with a “real” age of several years younger than I am. Now… I’m a few years older. I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with the change in my answers about whether I am happily coupled, gainfully employed or have a reliable income, and the amount of stress in my life, since those are the ONLY things that have changed in the last five years.
Right, so since I took this test and found out I am fading, and fast, I’m now on a mailing list that sends me cheery, helpful, encouraging reminders of that very fact. I must eat certain foods to help slow down this nasty aging process. I must do certain exercises to strengthen my core muscles. (Ok, I’ll admit to that. I have the worst posture in the world which results in giving the appearance that I have 3 chins, and I may be chubby, but I’m not THAT chubby.) And I must walk. Daily. For at least 30 minutes.
So… as I sit here in the morning, gnawing on my grapefruit sweetened with stevia and munching a handful of walnuts, I am actually CONTEMPLATING this concept of walking. Just to walk. Because walking is good for me.
Of course, the recycled showgirl part of me still isn’t convinced, sitting here this morning after staggering into bed last night as the result of an evening of warbling, crooning, and belting out the old familiar tunes whilst being bought lovely drinks by very kind and dear audience members… some of which drinks were made by the NEW bartender who doesn’t realize that one should pour 1 part absinthe to at least 2 parts of cold water thereby turning me into a tunnel-vision afflicted, blathering moron…
Where was I? Oh yes… Sitting here in the face that results from NOT taking off the mascara before collapsing on my pillow, with the tousled hair that might make one think I had FAR more fun overnight than I did (damn it)… I am at war with myself. Responsible/health-conscious Joy and Irresponsible/overindulgent-showgirl Joy. I think…
Yes.
I think Irresponsible/overindulgent-showgirl Joy is going to insist on punishing the Responsible/health-conscious Joy for the affront to comfort and self-indulgence a walk will create by making her take that walk completely un-fixed-up. Tousled hair, bleary leftover face, and all. And since both of these entities are a part of the altogether vain and too self conscious Joy, we’re all going to be appalled.
mmhm.
Only I could possibly find a way to both proudly improve myself and punish myself all at the same time.
Now I must go walk.
As soon as I finish my grapefruit and handful of walnuts.
I’m lazy, and haven’t been in the mood to actually SAY anything for a long time. Also, sickness. I have been snorting, sniffling and coughing for weeks. I’m quite ready to be alllll done with that. Anyway, I’m not being particularly interesting or thoughtful lately. Instead, I cop out and post memery. Yes. Lame. But still, I get them from OTHER people who ostensibly want to SEE them, so…
Yup. I can justify anything to deflect blame for my own laziness.
Anyway…
If the family and friends who send me these things actually want to know my answers to this silliness, OR…maybe… just want to know what I have to say, they should come here. To my blog. Where I put stuff. That I write. For people to see. And I don’t have to send it all over the place. Everybody just comes here.
So there.
Six names you go by:
1. Joy
2. Joyful
3. Joyous (I know. Aren’t people clever and original?)
4. Toad
5. The Mama-Lama (as wise as the Dalai Lama. No. Really. Blame the podling.)
6. Joie de Vivre
Three things you are wearing right now
1. Boots
2. Warm cotton thigh high stockings
3. A turtleneck with short sleeves. Only in Fresno.
Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. A permanent, full time job that pays enough
2. True contentment
Three People who will fill this out
1. I
2. don’t
3. care
Two things you did last night:
1. Dinner with friends I haven’t seen in a while
2. Went to bed early and slept for HOURS! YAY!
Two things you ate today:
1. Miso soup
2. Pumpkin seeds
Two people you last talked to on the phone:
1. Podling
2. Dad
Two things you are going to do tomorrow:
1. Sleeping IN!
2. Whatever I end up doing with the podling
Your favorite beverages
1. Water
2. ginger tea
Interactive bloggery!
Answer all these questions. Do it now! I’m curious who’s reading and who they really think I am.
Put your replies in a comment post, and NO FAIR reading other people’s replies before answering.
Where did we meet?
Take a stab at my middle name?
Do I speak a second language?
Am I a cat lover or dog lover?
Do I smoke?
Color of my eyes?
Do I have any siblings?
What’s one of my favorite things to do?
What’s my favorite type of music?
Am I taller than you?
Am I shy or outgoing?
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?
What is my birth month?
Am I Liberal? Moderate? or Conservative?
Have you ever heard me sing?
How many children do I have?
Have we taken photographs together?
When is the last time you saw me?
When will I see you again?
Have we ever had a falling out?
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what is one thing that I would bring?
Am I right handed or left handed?
What type of work do I do?
If you want to see what I was like when I wrote my innermost feelings on the intarweb, check out my archives! Over there, in that column marked “archives”. See… I’ve imported all the posts from my two old blogs.
And I don’t even think there are any duplicates.
But if there are, live with it. I’m not cleaning it up.
Still, you can see how insane the me of a few years ago was compared to the insanity of today.
Have fun.
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