Holiday Afterthoughts
Do I really want to go to Vegas for New Year's, to contend with crowds and traffic just to find a James Bond-type to kiss?
How come there are no decent food joints in San Diego?
How come my parents call me so much -- just to see if I'm OK?
Will there ever be a time when James Bond does not prevail?
Couldn't we please have 365 days of Bond Marathons instead of just 007?
Thank you.
It Never Ends
First, there was an issue about finding a doctor that he trusts.
Then after he finds the doctor that he trusts, there is an issue trusting what the doctor has to say.
If he thinks he can only trust himself, because everybody will cheat him, then maybe he just shouldn't medical attention. Why live in a world where you do not trust anybody?
Rain, Rain Go Away, and Take My Tooth With You
I think Beatrice Arthur is the consummate actress. Good delivery, timing, and reaction. What more could you ask for?
Mr. Right Bottom Wisdom Tooth has been slowly forcing his entry, coaxing me into letting him stay. NO WAY. I want him gone, now. I hate him and he's creating a lot of unwelcome pressure in the right side of my jaw. Try experiencing this pain while you're taking an exam on federal income taxation.
I have been taking my stress out by acting wound up and kooky. I left my sister a hostile voice-mail telling her that I wouldn't care if the dentist drilled my tooth to shrapnel, as long as it happened now. What do I care if I had a mouthful of tooth smithereens! Just make the pain go away!
Today was not the best of days.
Bored and Bloated
Doesn't sound too fun, huh? All I can say is, I hate studying, but the only thing I would hate more is not having anything to study because of not being in or training to be in some kind of profession. That is the only idea is that is pulling me through this.
I had the same Chinese meal twice this weekend: steamed pork buns, clay pot stew, and fish filets in bean sauce. Tasty food at an incredible value!
My parents went to Hong Kong and Taiwan over the Thankgiving weekend, leaving the big empty house to just Dozer and myself. Dozer wouldn't stop talking, but I could never understand him because I don't speak Cat. It was quite a trial trying to puzzle him out; I felt really guilty because none of my offers seemed to appease him. Salmon treats -- nothing. Plate of yogurt -- zilch. Saucer of water -- nada. I chalk it up to him being lonely and missing my mom. Dozer is the most indulgent being that I know, and I know many.
In an effort to avoid studying tonight (the first effort, writing this blog being the second), I actually wrote a complaint to the movie critic of MSNBC. David Elliott blasted "Die Another Day" and aside from completely disagreeing with the substantive aspects that he attacked, I was thoroughly disgusted by how poorly written his article was. I told him that it was "wordy, bombastic, and incoherent" and paid homage to the "layering of adjectives and pop media references more than a succinctly expressed idea." I know, who am I to talk, right? But "Die Another Day" was really such a good movie and I felt very protective of it. Mr. Elliott said that the movie was "creaky" and I argued instead that this was an "easily accessible argument without proper consideration" given that it is the 20th movie of the series, and in fact the producers have done a fine job breathing life into a 40-year-old outfit, not to mention how well it has sustained Americans' generally short-lived, adolescent attention span. After all, do you think "Rocky XX" would do well at the box office?
The e-mail will be moved directly to the SPAM folder of the MSNBC Living, Entertainment and the Arts incoming mailbox.
But it's nice to stand up to things you believe in. Like James Bond movies.
