C'mon, Guys!

Dear Producers of Friday Night Lights,

I've done nothing but sing your praises for the past 5 years (With the exception of the Tyra/Landry/murder storyline. But we're pretending that never happened). I own each season of your show on DVD. You have crafted one of the most realistic-feeling shows I've ever watched. You have an uncanny ability to get me to care for these characters as if they were real people. I'm exceptionally saddened that there are only 5 episodes left of your show.

That being said, if you plan on bringing back a beloved character for the surprise emotional climax of one of your last episodes, DON'T LIST THE ACTOR'S NAME IN THE GUEST STARS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE.

Sincerely,

TBone

I Love Living in Florida

I have an inability to get to sleep sometimes. Well, kind of a lot. I wouldn't call myself an insomniac, because I usually sleep every night, but it's usually no more than 4-6 hours. This is why I'm cranky when I wake up. Almost always. Just plain cranky. Don't speak to me within the first 20 minutes of being woken up unexpectedly.

Since sleep is precious, you see, I become rather consternated (spell-check says that's not a word. I beg to differ. I just used it as one. take your red squiggly* line elsewhere). So, last night, at 2:35 in the morning, it sounded like my upstairs neighbors dropped an anvil on the floor, jarring me from my about-to-be-asleep state. I've had issues with them before, so I was not pleased at all that this was happening again. I considered pulling a Mr. Heckles, and banging the end of my broom on the ceiling obnoxiously. I considered another nasty-gram expressing my displeasure at the recurrence of the noise problems. But I knew if I got too riled up, I wouldn't get to sleep at all, so I let it go, and went to sleep.

A friend of mine was chatting with me today about how she'd been up late playing with her dog and a similar loud noise terrified the pup. I mentioned how weird it was that we both heard my anvil-dropping neighbors, considering she lives 20 minutes away from me in a house that has no upstairs at all. I learned that the noise wasn't in fact my neighbors, but the sonic boom of the space shuttle Endeavour returning to our atmosphere.

You got lucky, upstairs neighbors. This time.





*"Squiggly", incidentally, is a real word and doesn't get a red squiggly line beneath it.

Let's try this again, shall we?

A renewed attempt at keeping this blog updated. Really. If you still check back periodically to see if I've updated, I appreciate it. Hope it's been worth the wait.

Overheard tonight at the Tavern:

Guy in the Booth Attached To Ours(to his friends): How long should someone shake hands with someone else before it gets awkward?

Me (to my friends): He just answered his own question! Before it gets awkward. You need to let go of the other dude's hand before it gets awkward.


Sheesh. And this is coming from a table of mid-20s dudes who have come to a TAVERN to order beers and hot fudge sundaes and Boston Cream pies.

More observations and musings coming soon. Keep reading.

Why I'm Going To Die Alone (Part 1 of Many)

Let me start by saying I'm not necessarily proud of this post, but it just made me nerd-giddy, so I had to post it.

So, two Starfleet officers are on shore leave on a resort-like planet. They're at a bar, scoping out exotic women. One spots a pair that he deems attractive behind the other one. How does he let him know?

"Hey, Malcolm. Bearing 1-8-0."

Teehee. I'm a nerd. Deal with it.

Well that was fast....

So, I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to upload a picture every day for the next year, but I sure as hell didn't expect the streak to end so quickly. Oh well. It's been a hell of a week. I'm trying to keep spirits up, and one of the ways I will try is by writing. Here's my picture for today:

You've got to be kidding me, right? There's enough of this drivel to necessitate three entire sections at Barnes & Noble? (There is another one right behind me that you can't see). It makes me sad. I was talking with Ash and Becki about this (check out both of their blogs as well. I follow them) and I get that it's a fad. But I'm much more okay with reading Goosebumps books than I am with kids reading this. I don't know why all this vampire junk stirs up such emotion in me, but ugh. I fear for children. Please, if you're a teenage girl, and you're reading this, and need something to replace these books, let me know and you can borrow some Encyclopedia Brown or Choose Your Own Adventure books.

And, on a sidenote: I take all these pictures on my phone, and email them to myself to upload here. So far, each of the pictures has had a file size of more than 1MB. The picture of my first meal of 2011 was 1.3MB. Those plastic, non-floppy, floppy disks (the 3.5" version) could only hold a maximum of 1.44 MB. That disk could barely hold that one picture. A dorky sentiment, perhaps, but how cool is that? That my phone can hold over 1000 times what was the standard mobility option for memory 12 years ago.

Oh well. Just stuff I think about.

Really?

Today's picture:

Really? You're going to serve me breakfast without being in operation? I think this particular Applebee's is trying to tell me that I'm free to use their tables if I bring my own breakfast.

Comfort Food

So, for day one of the photo experiment, I'm posting something I'm rather proud of. Behold, my first home-cooked meal of 2011

That is a lemon pepper chicken with a potato onion and corn hash and a salad of cucumbers and tomatoes. It was kind of a gloomy day for me and I felt like comfort food was needed. Luckily, this meal was already begging to be made by my temporary roomie, so it got made on a day I really needed it. AND! I got on good authority that there's a new cookie craze sweeping the nation: Scotchies

There they are. Oatmeal cookies with little butterscotch chunks in them. They're no oatmeal raisin, but they're certainly a delightful treat in case someone isn't a fan of raisins. Quasi-interesting nugget of information on my life: I do not like oatmeal. I do not like raisins. But oatmeal raisin cookies are my favorite cookies of all time.

Hopefully the next picture will have a better story. Or something funny related to it. But tonight ended with a phone call that made my heart happier than any comfort food could, so here's hoping we ride that wave into tomorrow.

Resolution

It's a new year. People make resolutions to better themselves. I'm going to make a concerted effort to write here more. I used to write in a journal all the time and it would often make me feel better to vent and put my thoughts into words, so this will be my resolution. We'll see how well it works. In addition, I'll be trying the great picture experiment. I'll be posting a picture a day for the next 365 days. The rules as dictated to me: I have to be the one to take the picture, and the picture should be taken that day. We'll see how that goes. Anyway, here's to a great 2011!