Some of you know that hot humid weather makes me very happy. Today was the first bonus day; but September used to always be the most perfect month of summer with the best weather, and warmest ocean water. Today was the first clear blue sky day I could look at without feeling just a little sick in four years.
I found a city college with a great adult ed program and registered for classes–none are academic; one is Buddhist inspired meditation, my hippie Buddhist aunt would be so proud as my sister said when I told her. My aunt’s alive; we just don’t speak much. Us Savage women, we’re the dark side of a Woody Allen film.
Actually the courses are so cheap I’m taking a bunch; even a film course on Robert Mitchum and noir. Though that one might require deep thinking and I’m all for escapist classes. I spend way too much time writing.
I’m truly and deeply excited that The Gimore Girls is returning with fresh episodes. Real excited about Rory dropping out of Yale. Lucia and Little Luce have become a lot like them. Same witty banter; I’m thinking of recording them. It’s not really as witty but it’s more real. They’re taking the meditation classes with me. It’s going to be fun, and Lucia is very impressed that I actually read the catalogue.
I told Lucia that when Little Luce becomes college age, she might drop out and Lucia, rebel of our times, will freak out while I will be all excited and take Little Luce in until she has enough money to travel to distant shores; or she decides that her career choices are very limited without a college education.
Am very excited that the new TV season is starting. I DVR everything I watch. It is total control over TV; at least I can control one thing in my life.
Am very psyched about the return of Boston Legal James Spader is my fave actor, and I love the way the show tackles issues. David E Kelley, Spader, William Shatner, Candice Bergen, they’re all amazing and uh, not young.
Also love Medium Patricia Arquette rocks. Incredible how much she and Rosanna resemble each other but Rosanna is so small framed and Patricia is large farmed. Love that; love the man who plays the husband. He looks like a composite portrait of men I have dated. Love their house, their kids and everything about the show. Lost is great, and I’m having major league Soprano cravings.
True confession: I get the eight by eleven issue of TV Guide and actually read the whole thing. I was obsessed with General Hospital for many years, and then it became a really really bad imitation of The Sopranos. Can’t watch it anymore; even though I so much prefer Luke without Laura.
While I had always been known to go for men with long hair, it had to be natural and styled. Luke’s hair was gross; when he cut it I realized how handsome he really is and what a mesmorizing actor. But I can’t; I just can’t watch General Hospital anymore.
I have a post in Bring it on so I can get out my political side. Read it; it’s hot.
I was punch drunk when I wrote it. Punch drunk as in not having slept much the past several weeks. I made some spelling mistakes, and the final draft didn’t take. Wrote some things about blogging being a seven day a week job and how I’m my own researcher, fact checker, proof reader–sad as that it is, every type of editor and publisher. But that’s not really what the post is about; it’s about the radical right’s spin on Katerina.