Do you know what? I only just posted a blog, but going through the blogs of others has fired me up enough to write another one. Maybe they tie a bunch of related blogs together when you click the "Next Blog" button at the top of the screen, but for argument's sake let's pretend they don't.
I clicked that damned button about twenty times, and each blog was about just one thing: BABIES.
I love the fat, vomiting little creatures, I truly do, but if you find them reason enough to dedicate an entire blog to documenting every minute detail of their lives, you should seriously think about picking up a video camera instead. Or perhaps to start scrapbooking.
My point being; KEEP YOUR CHILDREN TO YOURSELF.
Each blog was by middle aged women, either talking about their wonderful children's first words, first steps, first belches, for God's sake! or their own struggle with infertility. Do you know whatI think? I think that blogs should be for the very young, or at least for the not-so-young with lives! I'm sure that children are just the most wonderful thing that can happen to a person, but to become so obsessed with your lovely husband and lovely infants is probably a sign that you should start writing a crappy romance novel. Because you probably read enough of them to know how it's done.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Holiday
Once in a while you watch a crappy movie, and it makes you cry. And once in a while you watch a pretty decent movie, and it makes you wish you were Julia Child. Is that so wrong?
The crappy movie made reference to is The Holiday, with Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz. Kate Winslet should mean the movie is awesome, but Cameron Diaz kind of overcomes her with crappiness. But Gangs of New York was still awesome, even with Diaz's terrible excuse for an Irish accent. I guess what I'm trying to say is that The Holiday and Julie & Julia are both decent chick flicks, on the rare occasion that that you can watch one without gagging. And Meryl Streep is bitchin'.
Do you know why I cried? Because a sweet little old man went to some thingamajig to be recognized for his writing (I think), and then was surprised when the room was filled with people cheering for him, and his sweet little wrinkled face simply bloomed with joy. God bless the elderly!
I think I have a wee bit of an old man complex, because I have no grandfathers of my own. This complex has no serious effects, it just gives me a strong urge to work at an old folks' home. And dress like I'm from the 20's-50's. And blast Buddy Holly or The Benny Goodman Orchestra when I pass someone elderly in the car. And cry when I see someone elderly smile, laugh, cry, or show any emotion, essentially. Like I said, no serious effects.
I just think we should all appreciate the elderly more than we do. But not the more modern elderly, like the ones who have DVD players (and know how to make them work), or the ones on TV who ride skateboards. I mean the ones who are losing their marbles, and can ramble on for hours about "the good old days". The ones whose children abandon them in homes where they're allowed to shower only twice a week. The ones who are injusticed or in pain, who are seen as "unuseful" by the younger public. I'll basically have to volunteer or work at an old folks' home, dress up all lovely so I can hear them say "Just like girls used to!", investigate the conditions they live in, and totally write a letter to someone... someone important.
I guess I'm just hormonal lately.
The crappy movie made reference to is The Holiday, with Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz. Kate Winslet should mean the movie is awesome, but Cameron Diaz kind of overcomes her with crappiness. But Gangs of New York was still awesome, even with Diaz's terrible excuse for an Irish accent. I guess what I'm trying to say is that The Holiday and Julie & Julia are both decent chick flicks, on the rare occasion that that you can watch one without gagging. And Meryl Streep is bitchin'.
Do you know why I cried? Because a sweet little old man went to some thingamajig to be recognized for his writing (I think), and then was surprised when the room was filled with people cheering for him, and his sweet little wrinkled face simply bloomed with joy. God bless the elderly!
I think I have a wee bit of an old man complex, because I have no grandfathers of my own. This complex has no serious effects, it just gives me a strong urge to work at an old folks' home. And dress like I'm from the 20's-50's. And blast Buddy Holly or The Benny Goodman Orchestra when I pass someone elderly in the car. And cry when I see someone elderly smile, laugh, cry, or show any emotion, essentially. Like I said, no serious effects.
I just think we should all appreciate the elderly more than we do. But not the more modern elderly, like the ones who have DVD players (and know how to make them work), or the ones on TV who ride skateboards. I mean the ones who are losing their marbles, and can ramble on for hours about "the good old days". The ones whose children abandon them in homes where they're allowed to shower only twice a week. The ones who are injusticed or in pain, who are seen as "unuseful" by the younger public. I'll basically have to volunteer or work at an old folks' home, dress up all lovely so I can hear them say "Just like girls used to!", investigate the conditions they live in, and totally write a letter to someone... someone important.
I guess I'm just hormonal lately.
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