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Jan. 22nd, 2004 01:27 pmI had a great entry all written out last night, but I had minimized it while I was working on something else . . . and then I forgot about it and shut down my computer.
*pouts*
And now I can't remember much of what I said.
*sighs*
I recall bitching that the State of the Union address was on something like seventeen fucking channels, and that I greatly missed cable TV.
Well, on to other things.
I am amazed to discover that Bailey Chase has parlayed a six-week stint on As The World Turns into a one-year contract. I guess those muscles have found their niche.
That's good, because I can keep on looking at them.
*grins*
I found out last night that one of my cousins is throwing a first-birthday party for his son.
A party, I might add, to which everyone in the family but my mother and me are invited.
What the fuck?
My mother is devastated. I am merely puzzled.
Of this sort of thing are family feuds made.
Because Mom doesn't want to confront her brother on the issue, so it's going to sit and fester in the back of her mind until they're not speaking anymore.
I'm tempted to bypass the whole issue by calling up my cousin's wife and asking her what's going on, but I'm a little hesitant because I'm afraid that somehow, I'll make things worse.
My instinct is always to go rushing in where angels fear to tread, on the theory that being direct is better than being ignorant, and how can one find out anything without asking, but sometimes that very truthfulness causes more problems than it solves.
And frankly? Being dissed on a birthday party for a kid with whom I have very little connection? Not losing me any sleep. I just don't get why we wouldn't be invited, but there could be lots of reasons for that, not all of which have anything to do with me.
I'm just confused, because I don't remember pissing anyone off in the last couple of months or so -- certainly not to the extent that would lead to being shunned.
Mom and I went to each of her brothers' homes for holiday visits around Christmas; I gave presents and sent thank-you notes for the gifts I received; I exerted myself to be sociable and charming to everyone upon all occasions.
Can't think how that translates into punishable behavior.
*shrugs*
Maybe after the party, I'll make some inquiries and see what's up.
So, Angel last night? Everyone feeling the woobie-ness?
Yes, that's what I thought.
And Amanda and I squeed happily on the phone for, like, an hour over Lindsey, who is most definitely up to something.
Missed SV again. I'm just not making the effort to watch it, this season. Dunno why not. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it seems to suck serious monkey balls.
I think I'll keep downloading the eps, though. You know, just in case it starts to suck less, at some point in the future.
I had more to say, but I can't remember it now.
Oh, well.
*wanders off to forage for lunch*
*pouts*
And now I can't remember much of what I said.
*sighs*
I recall bitching that the State of the Union address was on something like seventeen fucking channels, and that I greatly missed cable TV.
Well, on to other things.
I am amazed to discover that Bailey Chase has parlayed a six-week stint on As The World Turns into a one-year contract. I guess those muscles have found their niche.
That's good, because I can keep on looking at them.
*grins*
I found out last night that one of my cousins is throwing a first-birthday party for his son.
A party, I might add, to which everyone in the family but my mother and me are invited.
What the fuck?
My mother is devastated. I am merely puzzled.
Of this sort of thing are family feuds made.
Because Mom doesn't want to confront her brother on the issue, so it's going to sit and fester in the back of her mind until they're not speaking anymore.
I'm tempted to bypass the whole issue by calling up my cousin's wife and asking her what's going on, but I'm a little hesitant because I'm afraid that somehow, I'll make things worse.
My instinct is always to go rushing in where angels fear to tread, on the theory that being direct is better than being ignorant, and how can one find out anything without asking, but sometimes that very truthfulness causes more problems than it solves.
And frankly? Being dissed on a birthday party for a kid with whom I have very little connection? Not losing me any sleep. I just don't get why we wouldn't be invited, but there could be lots of reasons for that, not all of which have anything to do with me.
I'm just confused, because I don't remember pissing anyone off in the last couple of months or so -- certainly not to the extent that would lead to being shunned.
Mom and I went to each of her brothers' homes for holiday visits around Christmas; I gave presents and sent thank-you notes for the gifts I received; I exerted myself to be sociable and charming to everyone upon all occasions.
Can't think how that translates into punishable behavior.
*shrugs*
Maybe after the party, I'll make some inquiries and see what's up.
So, Angel last night? Everyone feeling the woobie-ness?
Yes, that's what I thought.
And Amanda and I squeed happily on the phone for, like, an hour over Lindsey, who is most definitely up to something.
Missed SV again. I'm just not making the effort to watch it, this season. Dunno why not. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it seems to suck serious monkey balls.
I think I'll keep downloading the eps, though. You know, just in case it starts to suck less, at some point in the future.
I had more to say, but I can't remember it now.
Oh, well.
*wanders off to forage for lunch*
