Thursday, June 19, 2008

Stop. Already. Please Your Begging Is Embarrassing Me.

Okay, okay. I'll write a post. But it won't be about "The Thing." Because we've vowed not to talk about The Thing until It has been committed to paper and signed and sealed with blood other than ours.

So you'll just have to settle for subthings. And I really don't know what those are quite yet because The Thing has been consuming our lives for so long now that I really don't know if other things exist. I'm sure they do. I'm sure they're waiting, anxiously, patiently, with twittering thumbs and bouncy knees to stake their claim. And I'm equally sure, because karma makes it so, that they will make their presence known boldly enough before the month is done. Because they are like that. All jittery and needy and unable to keep their mouths shut. Especially when faced with such bold affront. And yet . . .

Wow. It's been a crazy June. And May. And April. And who knew March could be such a flaming bitch? (Oh, that would be ME. March still has yet to do me right. Review the cancer archives if you need proof. Told. You. So.)

Yes, I'm feeling a bit aggressive this evening. Because I have a lot riding on This Hope that I refuse to tell you about.

Okay, yes, I know. Enough. Let me share things I can.

Uh, let's see.

  • Had a birthday. Ate a pound of chocolate. By myself. That was good. Spent the following 14 days in the gym. Not so much worth it. Because I'm still sore . . .
  • Had father's day. Blew that little piece of necessary celebration--because of The Thing. But I didn't suck totally because I bought the man in question season 1 of Flight of the Concords and . . .
  • Played some Mario Kart, and quickly and subsequently (not necessarily in that order ) realized our five-year-old was addicted to the Wii, and ergo had to implement measures to mediate the Wii.
  • Have gone six months into the year-- a full Six Months--without bleeding or a week-long trip to the hospital. Which means that we'll be admitted next week--just because I've been brazen enough to call out that oversight to the gods. Yes, I am stupid that way.
  • Have listened to the ColdPlay album, unabashedly, for about 24 hours. Straight. It's a bullet point, but I can't say that I'm entirely proud of my admission . . .
  • Made a bullet list in my blog. Oh my. I just made a bullet list in my blog. That must be a sign of apocalyse. At least gas isn't $3 to $5 bucks a gallon. What? Oh . . .

2 comments:

carie said...

I was just thinking of you guys then saw an email Barry sent to Ricky. congrats! I want to know more, but I know you hate talking about it, so I will just quietly and curiously sit here.

Speaking of FOTC, have you seen Eagle Vs. Shark?

spamchang said...

The only track I've heard from the new Coldplay album is the one from the iTunes commercial--and it's not bad at all. Is the rest of the album up to that track's quality?