Friday, May 27, 2005
Happy anniversary to you, too
On Wednesday, May 25, The Comedian and I noted the 14th anniversary of our marriage. That's right - FOURTEEN years. Madness. On Tuesday, May 24, I received a love note from my husband a/k/a The Comedian a/k/a My Baby Daddy. I won't transcribe the contents of the note (which was written on a tissue) in their entirety, but here's an excerpt for you:
"Do you have ADD or are you just an asshole?"
Ah, it really does get sweeter with time.
On Wednesday, May 25, The Comedian and I noted the 14th anniversary of our marriage. That's right - FOURTEEN years. Madness. On Tuesday, May 24, I received a love note from my husband a/k/a The Comedian a/k/a My Baby Daddy. I won't transcribe the contents of the note (which was written on a tissue) in their entirety, but here's an excerpt for you:
"Do you have ADD or are you just an asshole?"
Ah, it really does get sweeter with time.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
"Day 4" was a good day
Darn it! I promised myself just this morning that I wouldn't read anything about the "24" season finale before I wrote this post. But then, I was distracted by WORK and when I had a free moment, I checked into Salon and read this by accident. But that's okay, though. Much as I adore Heather Havrilesky, I must disagree. I loved last night's two-hour deal. And not just because of the lingering shots of former President Palmer's luscious mug. I love him, and despite his advanced age, I am seriously considering bumping Laurence Fishburne down a notch and promoting Dennis Haysbert to Husband #2.
Aside from some GLARING continuity problems (i.e., it's pouring down rain in the dark outside the hostage taker's apartment building but bright sunlight pours through the vertical blinds inside the hostage taker's apartment) it struck me that the "24" finale was eerily similar to the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" season two ender. Though, admittedly, Jack did not have to kill his vampire boyfriend (mmm... Angelus) to save the world. But he went through some sh*t. Like Buffy, he runs away to save himself. I wonder if he'll take work as a waitress in some dive. He can call himself Ann. Whatever. I'll be tuning in come January.
Darn it! I promised myself just this morning that I wouldn't read anything about the "24" season finale before I wrote this post. But then, I was distracted by WORK and when I had a free moment, I checked into Salon and read this by accident. But that's okay, though. Much as I adore Heather Havrilesky, I must disagree. I loved last night's two-hour deal. And not just because of the lingering shots of former President Palmer's luscious mug. I love him, and despite his advanced age, I am seriously considering bumping Laurence Fishburne down a notch and promoting Dennis Haysbert to Husband #2.
Aside from some GLARING continuity problems (i.e., it's pouring down rain in the dark outside the hostage taker's apartment building but bright sunlight pours through the vertical blinds inside the hostage taker's apartment) it struck me that the "24" finale was eerily similar to the "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" season two ender. Though, admittedly, Jack did not have to kill his vampire boyfriend (mmm... Angelus) to save the world. But he went through some sh*t. Like Buffy, he runs away to save himself. I wonder if he'll take work as a waitress in some dive. He can call himself Ann. Whatever. I'll be tuning in come January.
