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Now We Are 40
Apr. 6th, 2008 09:56 amTwo days later, and not much seems substantially changed. Which isn't to say I actually thought it would be...I believe that change happens far more slowly, over far longer stretches of time, and after all, I've already been practicing for this particular phase of evolution all year by constantly reminding people I'm "almost forty". The only thing different here is that the "almost" has been subtracted.
On Friday, we celebrated by getting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agincourtgirl to come over and spell us while we went out for dinner. Steak was had, martinis drunk, and we returned at the hilariously early time of 10:00 PM or so, because we'd forgotten to set up the tape for Death Note. Missed the BSG Season Four premiere, but caught up with it on Saturday. Nice gifts were given, the best of which were Steve's donation of Greg Keyes' The Born Queen--finally! Thank God! Now get the fuck back on the horse, George R.R. Martin!--and agincourtgirl's incredible The Areas of my Expertise by [name redacted due to stupidity], perhaps the funniest book I've read in ages. It's laid out like an almanac of "fun" facts, all of which are gloriously, shamelessly made up, and some of the section are impossible to read out loud without constantly getting pushed off-course by retching streams of laughter. (I realize this doesn't sound too attractive, but Hell, lots of things I like often don't, to an outsider.;))
I'd been up really late the night before, watching Sweeney Todd in an insomniac haze--the Burton version, which I'd say is a smart rental but not a necessary purchase--so I slept well, in, etc. Yesterday, OTOH, it was apparently Steve's turn to not be able to get to bed on time, so he's holed up with a pillow over his head while Cal yells and stamps right next to him: "C'mon! Cash for life, RIGHT NOW! C'mon, WTF?!" (except he's not using the contraction, obviously.) Ahhh, domestic bliss.
Other things done: Watched Michael Clayton, finally, which is old-school and expertly made (great visual choices, for a first-time writer/director), but not innately more impressive than a really good Law & Order episode. Found two haphazardly-made fan compilations of Battle of the Planets episodes in the condo library downstairs--how haphazardly? On one of them, the second episode ("Rescue of the Astronauts") is listed as "The Second Episode", like the dude just couldn't be bothered remembering. On closer examination, many of them turned out to be ones I'd actually liked a lot when I was a wee BoTP fangirl, ie ones with some semblance of "character development" for Zoltar and hints (ridiculous and truncated as they might always be) at how things "worked" on Spectra. Tried to break back into "Imaginary Beauties", but not TOO hard (I need to do 1,400 words today, at some point, or fall behind). Got an idea for a short story about a haunted carpet.
Tomorrow, Mom finally comes home; Rabbit Hole has had an amazing run, apparently, but she's been increasingly lonely (Sudbury), and she lost the crown off one of her back molars (repeatedly). In fact, it's now so elaborately worn down that the post won't really support a replacement--she's going to have to get a bridge, for the first but possibly not last time in her life. She certainly sees that as being an indication of getting old, which in turn does make me wonder when I can expect to start losing teeth ('cause it's all about me). Not too soon, I hope.
At any rate. I'll sign back on later to make a rec or two, and possibly do some TBD List reorganization. Because, as Denis Leary would say, you've got to have goals.
On Friday, we celebrated by getting
agincourtgirl to come over and spell us while we went out for dinner. Steak was had, martinis drunk, and we returned at the hilariously early time of 10:00 PM or so, because we'd forgotten to set up the tape for Death Note. Missed the BSG Season Four premiere, but caught up with it on Saturday. Nice gifts were given, the best of which were Steve's donation of Greg Keyes' The Born Queen--finally! Thank God! Now get the fuck back on the horse, George R.R. Martin!--and agincourtgirl's incredible The Areas of my Expertise by [name redacted due to stupidity], perhaps the funniest book I've read in ages. It's laid out like an almanac of "fun" facts, all of which are gloriously, shamelessly made up, and some of the section are impossible to read out loud without constantly getting pushed off-course by retching streams of laughter. (I realize this doesn't sound too attractive, but Hell, lots of things I like often don't, to an outsider.;))I'd been up really late the night before, watching Sweeney Todd in an insomniac haze--the Burton version, which I'd say is a smart rental but not a necessary purchase--so I slept well, in, etc. Yesterday, OTOH, it was apparently Steve's turn to not be able to get to bed on time, so he's holed up with a pillow over his head while Cal yells and stamps right next to him: "C'mon! Cash for life, RIGHT NOW! C'mon, WTF?!" (except he's not using the contraction, obviously.) Ahhh, domestic bliss.
Other things done: Watched Michael Clayton, finally, which is old-school and expertly made (great visual choices, for a first-time writer/director), but not innately more impressive than a really good Law & Order episode. Found two haphazardly-made fan compilations of Battle of the Planets episodes in the condo library downstairs--how haphazardly? On one of them, the second episode ("Rescue of the Astronauts") is listed as "The Second Episode", like the dude just couldn't be bothered remembering. On closer examination, many of them turned out to be ones I'd actually liked a lot when I was a wee BoTP fangirl, ie ones with some semblance of "character development" for Zoltar and hints (ridiculous and truncated as they might always be) at how things "worked" on Spectra. Tried to break back into "Imaginary Beauties", but not TOO hard (I need to do 1,400 words today, at some point, or fall behind). Got an idea for a short story about a haunted carpet.
Tomorrow, Mom finally comes home; Rabbit Hole has had an amazing run, apparently, but she's been increasingly lonely (Sudbury), and she lost the crown off one of her back molars (repeatedly). In fact, it's now so elaborately worn down that the post won't really support a replacement--she's going to have to get a bridge, for the first but possibly not last time in her life. She certainly sees that as being an indication of getting old, which in turn does make me wonder when I can expect to start losing teeth ('cause it's all about me). Not too soon, I hope.
At any rate. I'll sign back on later to make a rec or two, and possibly do some TBD List reorganization. Because, as Denis Leary would say, you've got to have goals.
