The Family Guy spoofed Saturday Night Live last night. There's nothing like Sunday night television for laughs. I found myself watching The Simpsons, which I don't normally see, not because I have anything against Bart, Homer and the gang . . . I just never seem to hook up with the tv at the same time it's on. It was mildly amusing. The Family Guy and I was laughing so loud, I thought it best to shut the windows, so I wouldn't disturb the neighbors. And then Trailer Park Boys. Some people don't enjoy them, but I am a fan. I think the whole thing is hilarious. You cannot have grown up where I grew up and not see how funny this is . . . I don't think. Some people are offended though. But my feeling is that if you have enough brain cells left in your skull to feel offended, then you're not the butt of these jokes anyway, so why not just laugh for Christ's sake. Would it kill ya to smile? We're into repeats, but I missed a whole lot of episodes, so they were two I hadn't seen before. In one episode, J-ROC was shooting another porn movie "Trailer Park Girls Go Wild." He gets all this food and booze to entice people into his trailer, get them liquored up and put them in the movie. I'm sorry, but Bubbles in a porno is just too much. Friggin' hilarious! I nearly peed my pants. I wonder how many takes they do when they're making that show. How do they keep their faces straight when they're saying some of those lines? There was a moment last night where Ricky actually looked like he was going to lose it, there was a grin creeping in that didn't seem to have anything to do with the shit-kicking he was promising Randy, but it was just a moment.
So, after all this laughter, it was pretty late and I really should've gone to bed, but I wrote some emails and stuff instead and then surfed through the channels one last time. Tootsie on WTN. I stopped for a few minutes there. You know I've never actually seen all of Tootsie though I've tried on several occasions and I'm sure it's probably a pretty funny film, certainly it got a lot of attention back in the day. Didn't Dustin Hoffman get nominated or even win the Oscar for that one? It was released when I was a terrible teen though. I remember we rented it one weekend when Mark's mom was away and he had the house to himself. VCRs were not so common then either, I don't think any of the rest of our families owned one. We went to Mark's to watch movies but we ended up getting drunk and disorderly instead. In fact every time I ever tried to watch that movie I've been drunk for some reason. Which means I've never really seen it. I watched about 10 minutes last night though, should rent it sometime or buy the dvd in a cheapo bin if I see it.
Continued flicking, yawning, but restless. I've been really restless, antsy. And then there it was . . . on BRAVO . . . Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore & Whoopi Goldberg . . . in Ghost. It was just coming on (though I had missed the pottery scene dammit!). I told myself I'd just watch for a few minutes, just to see the creepy dead guy haunting the subway. But that didn't work. I stayed up until 3 am, watched the whole thing, bawled my eyes out yet again. I'm such a sucker sometimes, a true sap at heart. Then I couldn't find anything on tv to watch for a few minutes and snap me out of it. Full on sniffles and sobs that wouldn't go away, thinking about Grammie & Grandad together in heaven now. How much they loved each other at the end, or should I say how evident their love was at the end. Head swirling with nonsense in that "I've stayed up so long I'm no longer rational" way.
Went to bed, turned out the light, rolled around for 15 minutes, turned the light back on, looked around for a book, didn't feel like Morley or Faulkner, non-fiction how-to stuff seemed too serious, nothing enticing in magazines and finally got up and went downstairs to the bookshelf, grabbed a half dozen books of poetry and read until 5 this morning. I didn't mean to read that long, it just happens. Poetry calms me down somehow, unlike anything else. Or should I say, the poetry I like relaxes me . . . there's some stuff that just grates on my last nerve, but that's not the same stuff I'm reading at 3am. No cutesy rhyming I'm afraid, lots of images and interesting wordplay. I sometimes wonder if writing poetry would bring the same sort of serenity to my life . . . one of my friends has started writing poetry, when she never imagined she would. She says it's very freeing. Somehow I think it would drive me mad. It seems more raw, more exposed than prose. There seem to be less barriers, nothing to hide behind, no distance from the reader. Scary stuff to contemplate writing. And if I ever tapped into that well of emotion, heaven help us, we'd all drown. Maybe that's something to save for my old age.
So I shut off the light around 5am, asleep surely by 5:15, no dreams to report, woke to the phone at 8:45 . . . that's what? 3 1/2 hours sleep? (Math is not my strongest feature.) But I'm up now! I'm thinking I'm looking at a big caffeine day today. Major. And maybe some sugar. Maybe I should go out for expresso or something . . . hmm, an idea for 3 this afternoon for sure, should be crashing then.
On another note, it's Stacy's birthday today! Happy birthday if you're reading! :-) (She NEVER reads this.) C'mon everyone, send her an email wishing her a happy birthday, make her day, I dare you.
Mood: a little crusty around the edges
Drinking: COFFEE!! GIVE ME COFFEE!
Listening To: Buddy Holly, That'll Be The Day
Hair: suffering, bored, praying for something interesting to happen to it
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