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Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Longing for Lennon

Is it just me, or does it seem like Paul McCartney has a crush on the female version of his late fellow Beatle? Nancy Shevell, rumored to be heading to the chapel with Paul, bears a little too much resemblance to John Lennon for my liking. But, hey, maybe it's like that episode of Seinfeld when George dated the female Jerry. 

Whatever makes the man happy.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Overheard, Judge Not Lest Thee Be Five

The other day, the first thing Addison did in the morning was to write Heather a note that said, "I love you, Mommy! --Addison." It was pretty special, and I thought I might be in for the same kind of treat when he got home from school a day later. He immediately got himself a marker and a piece of paper, telling me he needed to write something down.

I was pretty excited until he asked me this: "How do you spell judge?"

I told him. Then he showed me his new nameplate: "Judge Addison." I didn't quite understand, still don't, actually. But the next words out of his mouth helped me somewhat:

"I order you to make me a peanut butter sandwich!"
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

Lost Thoughts

I love Lost. I love watching it. Love talking about it. Hate it when it ends. And I especially hate it when the last episode of a season ends. But last night's long-awaited season premiere had me gasping, chuckling, and oh-no-he-didn't-ing with furious glee. If you haven't watched it yet, why in the world are you still reading and not watching? Go. Move. Watch it. Then discuss. Rookies.

For the rest of you, here's what I thought:

  • I'll start from the end. When they showed that white-haired, old-lady quantum physicist, I was sure it was Daniel Faraday's mom and that Desmond was coming to talk to her. But he didn't move quite that fast. No, it was Ben coming to talk to her (AWESOME!) and she turned out to be the time-hopping flashback advisor who instructed Desmond after the hatch switch he flipped sent him time-hopping, too. This didn't change my stance on her identity as Faraday's mom, even though she has called herself Ms. Hawking. Her previous pearls of wisdom for Desmond (You can't change the future) harmonize quite well with Daniel's warning to Sawyer (You can't change the past). So I'm sticking with that theory.
  • Hurley/Hugo defying Ben was maddening and invigorating at the same time. I want to rush the moment that brings the Losties back to the Island, but I also loved the fact that the most genial guy on the show stuck it to the bug-eyed evil one.
  • Ben is turning into the perfect character, the Severus Snape of Lost. He has the potential to be simultaneously awful and noble. You can't doubt everything he says, because he's too good a liar to always be wrong. But you also can't trust anything he says, because he's too good a liar to let you know when he's manipulating you into ending the world. Love it.
  • Hurley's conversation with his mom was beautiful. It had me (and not for the first time) wondering whether the entire show was a figment of his imagination, but his mother's response shot that theory to crap while also providing the feel-good moment of the 2-hour-old season: "I believe you, Hugo. I don't understand you, but I believe you." Precious.
  • It's really interesting to me that there was no central character on this episode. I don't know if they're doing away with that premise altogether (which I would miss) or if secretly the Island was the central character. But I liked the focus on "being dislodged from time" in this episode. They have touched on the idea several times, but I loved having an entire episode where that was the theme. We've seen Desmond do it, and the show puts us through it all the time . . . but this time everyone on the whole freaking show got confused about whether they were having a flashback, a flash forward, or a flash present (which, according to the State of Indiana, is possible, but not entirely legal).
  • One other thing about Hurley turning himself into the police: He followed Sayid's advice instead of listening to the imaginary dead people he kept seeing. That was too bad, because I felt like the dead people always gave him really good advice.
  • What's happening to Charlotte? I wonder if she is turning into the version of herself that existed at the time they flashed back to while still appearing to be herself. Don't really care that much. I'm not a fan of the character just yet.
  • Faraday's been to the island before. And he's not aging either. I'm beginning to think that he, Richard, Ms. Hawking/Faraday's mom, and possibly Desmond might be permanently and wholly dislodged from time. Last season, when Desmond was losing it on the chopper/freighter, his consciousness was skipping through time, but his body wasn't going anywhere. But Richard, Daniel, and his creepy momma seemingly go through time as they please without suffering any of its effects. And since Daniel has stabilized from what Desmond suffered, and Desmond is stable as well, I believe that one's whole self can be removed from time comfortably once they connect with their constants in multiple time zones.
  • The orientation video spokesman is a real dude, a real smart dude, and a real arrogant dude. I loved the opening scene for so many reasons, even the choice of song ("Shotgun Willie," Willie Nelson). Awesome.
  • I can't wait to see how they get back to the Island. I hope it doesn't take all season long. But you kinda know it will, right?

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Song Lyrics

Most song lyrics are just poems no one would ever read if they weren't set to music.

Just thought I'd share.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Holidays Over

The commencement of midseason television series marks the official end of the holidays. Scrubs returned tonight, which means it's time to get back to work. Blogging is not working, but it's not exactly sitting around doing nothing, so here goes . . . not nothing anymore.

It feels good to be back typing stuff on the Internation. It felt even better to not do that for a long time. Rest is good. But after awhile, you need a break from the rest. I'll try to ease into it by recapping a couple of fun stories about my boys (each of whom aged about 6 years during the last month).

Addison got a fish tank for Christmas, so we got it ready and went out to buy a couple of fish. We got one that's an orange and black something or other named Sparky. His buddy was a skinny silver guy named Mikey. Unfortunately, Mikey didn't even survive the trip home from Wal-Mart. I thought he was making a very poor attempt at escaping being scooped out of his temporary shelter, the plastic bag thingy. And then it seemed for a moment like he was making a valiant display of fortitude as he began zipping around the wide open waters. Turns out that was just the wake of the filter propelling him around.

I know the description sounds callous, but I really was heartbroken that the fish we had just bought for 28 cents had now bought it on his own. I dreaded informing Addison that he had just experienced his first loss of a pet, mere seconds after we transported it home. When I told him I thought Mikey didn't make it, he was not happy. He denied it. He got angry at me. He told me to just leave him and he would be okay. After I removed Mikey's body, Addison got even more upset. He cried. He yelled some more. He blamed me. Then I told him Mikey was in fishy heaven.

And then Addison was fine. He went back to watching Sparky swim around in all his not-dead glory. It was all so unpleasant, but heartening to realize my little boy was growing up. Every time I hear him sadly tell someone that Mikey died only to reassure them that he's in fishy heaven, it hits me that this boy understands the mystical finality of death a little too well. Happy holidays.

Colin, on the other hand, is grasping the concept of one-word sentences. He cracks me up, because he is repeating everything. Not sound-for-sound, but you can tell he knows what he's saying. It's off-the-charts cute. Seriously, our pediatrician doesn't normally tell us any percentiles for head size or weight or anything, but he did say that Colin was at the infinity percentile for cute. He's a doctor, who are we to argue?

But one thing he did almost made me break down and cry like a frightened puppy. I was in the kitchen. He wanted me to read him a book in the living room. Normally, he would just look up at me, extend both arms to full tip-toe height (just above counter level) and say, "Hold you." But this time, he just held up one tiny hand right up to mine and said, "Hand?" I grabbed it, and he walked me to the couch. 

And that was awesome. Happy New Year, everybody.