Well, I made it home from New Orleans on Saturday night. The meeting was just as much of a disaster as I thought it would be (although in ways I never could have imagined -- I'll give them points for originality), but now I'm home. Phew. The best part is that I think that things went SO badly that I have enough ammo to convince my boss never to work with this company again.
Here's to hoping.
On Sunday, Joel and I spent a few hours cleaning the house. WE are working on a new plan to share the housework more equitably, and so far it's working very nicely. I didn't spend my entire day off on Monday scrubbing the house, and that was nice. Instead, I ran some errands in the morning and met up with Joel at home for lunch. Then I caught up on last week's Tivo cache, went to yoga, and took Max to his annual vet appointment. Don't worry I'm not going to talk about that last one. We'll just say that it was not pleasant for me, Max, or my credit card, and I have decided that these preventative visits are HIGHLY overrated. Until they go out and get jobs with health coverage, I am hereby issuing a moratorium on vet visits. Amen.
You know what's great about never keeping up with your Tivo cache? You find yourself watching last week's show just in time for the new episode. So we watched last week's Lost last night, and now instead of ruminating for a week about how in the HELL John's father ended up hog-tied in The Others' basement, we get to find out tonight! Yet another benefit of the great and wonderful Tivo.
Oh, and, yes, Lost has sucked me back in. I will give them another chance, since they appear to finally be tying up some loose ends and plot holes (we get to know how John became paralyzed! And it's only season, what, 29?) and for getting some better dialog. When "Ben" was spouting off about the magical box that can give you anything you imagine, anything your heart desires, as long as you want it badly enough? I was gagging. I can swallow a lot more mystical mumbo jumbo than your average girl; I am a tree-hugging, karma-embracing hippie, after all. I'll see your island with healing powers and raise you one dinosaur that hasn't been heard from since season one. But I don't try to pull an ace out of your sleeve by throwing in some mystical box-thing. Oh, no, buddy. There is a limit to my suspension of disbelief, and it's reserved for daytime soaps. Luckily, I can continue to watch the show in good conscience, because John agreed with me. You'd better hope that box is big enough to imagine yourself up a new submarine.
LOVE IT.
That little one-liner was only topped by the spat between Tom Lennox (possibly the worst politician in the world, lacking the ability to pull off a simple double-cross) and Karen Hayes. When Karen asked snippily if Tom got that bruise on his face by falling down a flight of stairs, instead of replying "Oh, this old thing? st got pistol whipped by a couple of insider terrorists, that's all", he says: "I tripped over your ineptitude".
OH SNAPS! I'm not even sure what that means, since Karen was resigned at the time, but you get points for trying, Tom.
Note to 24 producers: I don't think I was supposed to be laughing. But keep 'em coming, it's better than this crap about waking presidents up from comas so they can stop WWIII from starting. Days of Our Lives called, and they want their storyline back.
OOOOOH! SNAPS!
I'll be here all week, people, making jokes that only I find funny about last week's television episodes. Stay tuned.
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