Friday, November 20, 2009

addiction

My Craig Ferguson addiction has gotten to the point that I'm regularly late to work, which is due to oversleeping, which is due to watching his show every night until 12:30. And also, I feel a touch depressed when his show ends on Friday night, because I have a whole weekend to wait for my next fix. And also, I shush my husband if he ever talks while Craig Ferguson is talking. So...it's affecting my work performance, my moods, and my relationships. Intervention time?

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Nope-rah

I sent in the following tip to Jezebel.com today:

Not sure how timely this is, but I caught part of the Oprah Winfrey Show yesterday, with many of the actors from NINE, and although it features multiple Academy Award winning and nominated women, a lot of the initial banter was about what a genius Daniel Day Lewis is. The similarly talented actresses on the stage did not seem to be getting much respect, much respect at all. The questions to the women were along the lines of, "So...Nicole Kidman, what's it like to be married to Keith Urban? Did you bring your baby to the set?" "So, Kate Hudson, you're dating A-Rod. What's that like?" "So, women, what's it like to work with the great Daniel Day Lewis?"

It was interesting, I thought. Also interesting is how all of these super-talented actresses are starring in this movie together, but the entire plot revolves around the male character.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

today

I have a soft spot for songs that talk about the kind of day that the singer had (or will have). They always seem like a good omen to me.

In college, I would have a great day whenever I would start it with a song by Beck featuring the lyrics, "Today has been a fucked up day, today has been a fucked up day, today has been a fucked up day" with different intonations, repeated again and again. That song brought me such illogically good luck.

My current favorite is that Black Eyed Peas song where they say "I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night, that tonight’s gonna be a good night, that tonight’s gonna be a good good night." Love it! How could I not get behind that sentiment? And it hasn't failed me yet...every time I hear that song, it's a good night.

The one that started it all, though, was "Today," by the Smashing Pumpkins. "Today is the greatest, day I've ever known, can't wait for tomorrow, I might not have that long..." So Buddhist, isn't it? The Smashing Pumpkins were my number one favorites when I was sixteen and miserable and not fitting in with the kids in the small town where I grew up. I would listen to this song before and after school and feel better. It also has the line "I'll tear my heart out, before I get out." Boy, did I love that. Boy, did that speak to my depressed, teenaged, stuck-in-a-small-town self. I read somewhere that Billy Corgan wrote that song when he was suicidal, which makes a lot of sense. You're in a dark place, and you write a song about deciding to keep living, and it helps other people through the same kind of shit. Not that I was suicidal, but the song helped pull me through bad feelings, day after fucked up day. And now, fifteen years later, I find myself in the city, with some fun friends, and lots of good omens about tonight being a good good night.