An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I’m watching A Paris Christmas Waltz and it’s like one pinch each of Strictly Ballroom, American Dreamer, and The Cutting Edge thrown into a standard box mix Hallmark movie for flavor.
Oh, and Matthew Morrison keeps dancing and also had a song. Continue reading “Stray Notes on Random Christmas Movies”
I love how when my cats Piper and Julian play together, Julian makes these pretty, purring, “I’m so happy we’re playing!” sounds and Piper makes these growling, angry, “I wish you were dead!” sounds. The contrast is hilarious.
I love how when my cats Piper and Julian play together, Julian makes these pretty, purring, “I’m so happy we’re playing!” sounds and Piper makes these growling, angry, “I wish you were dead!” sounds. The contrast is hilarious.
A Man on the Inside is a lovely little show, but it’s kind of surreal for me how much Ted Danson has aged into looking like my Grandpa Wes… who also lost his wife to Alzheimer’s after promising he’d never put her in a care facility. So that aspect was kinda intense.
Where is the Cynthia Erivo & Kermit duet of “(It’s Not Easy) Bein’ Green”???
‘Cause we need that.
(I would also love one with Idina Menzel & Kermit, or maybe all three of them!) Continue reading “Muppet Wicked Please”
My eleven-year-old whispered to me during “Popular” as we watched Wicked: “Now I know what to expect from college.”
I’m not sure a better decision has ever been made than splitting Wicked into two movies:
—They couldn’t have cut a single thing
—Defying Gravity absolutely is the end, period
—It’d just be too heartbreaking if it were actually over, instead of looking forward to a second one Continue reading “Scattered Thoughts on Having Seen Wicked”
All the glowing posts I’m seeing about Wicked almost make me want to go see it in the theater, because I really, really want to see it… but I’d so rather get to just stream it at home than deal with theater schedules, blaring ads before the movie, wearing a mask, etc. etc.
Okay, I folded and got tickets for my family to see Wicked on Sunday evening. Continue reading “Wicked is Out”
I’ve been pushing myself really hard on the novel I’m writing, alternated with zooming through watching Everwood, but occasionally, I have a quiet, in-between moment… and I wonder why I feel so down. Before inevitably remembering the election I’m working so hard to block out.
I can see the changes in the book I’m writing this month caused by the outcome of the election. The outline hasn’t changed. Overall plot, characters, even their emotional arcs—all the same. But it’s a different book than it would’ve been. Like it’s stitched in a different fabric.
Perhaps it just means I’m very tired, but I found this very funny.
Usually I’m kind eh about jokes on T-shirts. Like, okay, sure, maybe it’s sort of funny, but is it really funny enough that you want to be looking at it and having people look at it for hours on end? Whereas, I’ve now been going on about the depth and different elements to this joke for like half an hour now. Off and on. But still. I’m either very tired, or I genuinely think this is a joke of unusual caliber, or both. Continue reading “Over-Analysis of a T-Shirt Seen Advertised on Facebook”
If you’d find it comforting to watch handsome men apologize a lot and aren’t ready for rewatching David Tennant’s run on Doctor Who again yet, you might want to consider Everwood. Four seasons (‘02-‘06), ends nicely, and the men apologize frequently and sincerely.
We were in your back yard, eating a nice dinner at your picnic table. I think there was corn on the cob. It was sunny, because it’s California and the light was filtering down through leaves or a shade. You were all there, but Andrew is the one I’m addressing right now.
You tried to tell a joke about being on an airplane with Christy and being told that personal items could be held on your lap. It wasn’t a good joke. No one laughed. Actually, it was quite uncomfortable. Although, you grinned. The punchline was that Christy was your personal item. Continue reading “An Open Letter to My Brother-in-Law Andrew, His Wife, and Parents”