It's Tuesday yet again...
First of all...
For those of you who haven't watched the very long, incredibly confusing and unsatisfying series finale to Lost, please skip this paragraph. Are you gone? Last chance...
WHAT THE F&*%$ was that all about??!! I am SO disappointed. And still SO confused. I get that they're dead. But when did they die? In the initial plane crash? Have they been dead the whole series? Or did they die more recently? Did they live on and die in their own times? And then Hurley or Desmond or Jack or somebody helped them to "let go"? And I really don't want to start a big Lost guessing game/discussion, because NOBODY seems to really know WHAT THE F&%$ happened. Here's what I DO want. Does anybody have some kind of a link to an official website where they explain to me the following: 1) When did each character actually die? 2) Why didn't they "let go" and "cross over" when they died? 3) What went down that allowed them to "let go" and "cross over" now? I just want somebody to really explain it to me - not a guess - and then I'll rewatch it, and finally be able to enjoy it. My problem is that my brain works too logically, and if the logic is missing, I have a problem suspending reality and just enjoying it.
And speaking of finales...did anybody see House?!! I'm so excited! Huddy at last!! And this one actually followed a logical thought process that made sense to me. I actually understood what the characters were going through, and what led Cuddy to think that she could actually try to have a relationship with House. That said...What the hell is she thinking? She has a young child! A young child who had seemingly become attached to her new fiance, Lucas, who is now gone from her life, and replaced by a totally smart, hot, CRAZY, asshole doctor, who is absolutely terrible husband/father material (but who I have a terrible crush on, what does that say about me?). Oh well, I can't wait to see how this one turns out.
On Saturday, Jude and I ended up with a couple of hours to kill before we could go home (Jimmy teaches an acting class in our house, which is a huge pain in the butt), and wandered into Bed Bath and Beyond. We ended up sitting in their display model massage chairs for about an hour. It was hysterical. Jude got totally into it. He kept adjusting the settings and saying things like "Aaahhhhh. I'm getting my masaaaaaage." I'm afraid the child is totally spoiled this way. Jimmy has started giving him a "hot towel" every night after his bath. Isn't that the most spoiled, pampered thing you've ever heard? Jimmy actually throws a towel into the dryer to warm it up. Jude will shout from the bathtub "I'm ready for my hot towel now!" Unbelievable.
I heard the most interesting thing the other day on This American Life. A professor was saying that he thinks that Simon Cowell (yes, that Simon Cowell) has been an extremely helpful and positive influence for American educators. He said that these kids of what he called the "millennium generation" have always been told that they can do anything, and that they are good at everything. Everybody's a winner. And educators are sort of stuck, unable to say what they really think of students, because this generation is thought to be sort of soft and sensitive. But on American Idol, Simon actually says what he thinks, whether it's positive or not, which is deemed pretty shocking, even if he's saying what everybody knows to be true. And the thing this professor thought was the most interesting part was that these kids are just fine with the criticism. They're not shrinking violets. They take it well and process it. Which seems to me might be a testament that the whole "everybody's a winner" thing might actually work, might really give young people a strong sense of self-worth. What do you parents of "millennium generation" kids think? Or you educators?
I love this picture...
The other day I went to the dentist (good girl here, checking off things on my to-do list!). And when I was going up the elevator to the 6th floor, I happened to glance up, and saw that the ceiling of the elevator was a mirror. I was entranced. Man, that is definitely the angle for a middle-aged woman to look at herself! I couldn't stop admiring my image! Gravity working it's magic on my face and decolletage. I swear I looked 10 years younger. And I realized that this is why middle-aged women should never be on top during sex. Because "hanging down" is not a good angle. We must remember to lie on our backs, so gravity is working in our favor! Just a suggestion.
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