Unfortunately I accidentally deleted last night’s Boston Legal I never do that. But I don’t usually watch them after three in the morning. Had to reclaim my blog. What’s a blogger without a blog? In my case, hysterical.
Omigod, I couldn’t believe Alan Shore (the ever beloved James Spader) when his speech became “word salad” because of anxiety. Who is Alan Shore without words? Oh man, did I relate. Only in my case I fear dementia which I don’t have, but I am a geriatric social worker. Have only heard the term “word salad” applied to people with dementia.
It’s when you use a mass of inappropriate words together. Have to admit that for a hot sec I thought Shore was using them on purpose. But I know “word salad.”
And I know acute anxiety. Knew it very well last night when I had an acute anxiety attack virtually in front of at least seven people. Should have watched BL live so I could have had mine with Alan Shore.
Denny Crane ( William Shatner in the role of his career) had thought that Shore empathized with him; but now he believed he sympathized with him in his mad cow—as he calls the thickening plaque in his brain. It was so brilliant and so true.
In the end it was a male friendship bonding experience. And they looked so cute with matching facials–this was earlier. And I just loved Crane’s deep pink Lactose polo shirt. But then I love all things pink.
Bone has a really amazing post about something most serious bloggers go through. Truly insightful; and I was going to say something a bit too clever for my own good. Great posts need no clever introductions.
Too tired to say more, probably to all your great relief. This is catch up week with things at home. Even though I blogged incessantly on vacation and prove beyond a reasonable doubt or reason that I am a true blogging addict, I seem to have about a months worth of things to do. Basically because I neglected everything but bills, minimal but good housekeeping and taxes before going away. Actually I dragged preparing my taxes for the accountant out over ten hours or more. It was at most a two hour thing
Going away was good for me, though I looked at Alan in his lounge chair and thought, oh that’s what people do on vacation at the beach. When I went to the pool I sat at the bar–best cranberry juice I have ever had. Think that they whipped it. Good music.
Now I think I need to watch some TV. Back tomorrow.