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Jul. 13th, 2001 03:52 amJuly 12, 2001
One of my readers told me s/he thought these entries were at their best when I got introspective. Welcome to Be-Careful-What-You-Wish-For Land, then.
Where do I start?
I think I've given myself an eating disorder.
Yeah, that's good. I mean, one real meal every two days isn't healthy, right? I think I am losing weight, though. And pushing around that damned wheelchair is helping, too. But I should want to eat, right? I shouldn't decide to go without food for 30 hours, right?
Additionally, I was driving today, singing along with the song on the CD I was listening to ("Low", by Cracker), when I found myself incapable of anything besides nonverbal screams. I did this most of the rest of the way to my destination. I'm not sure why. But it's troubling.
Both of these, taken together, are, to me, indicative of something deeper. I'm not sure what, yet. Deep unhappiness with everything around me? Perhaps.
I need a job. I need a job so I can have money and health insurance, especially health insurance, so I can back on the 'zac.
Emmy nominations were announced today. Follows is a conversation summing up my comments.
HVConstat9: Gah!
Wayne: Hola, amigo!
HVConstat9: How goes the continuing battle against evil?
Wayne: Gah indeed, my friend. Gah indeed. Actually, I'm waging a battle against my brother's flagging AOL connection.
HVConstat9: Like I said, evil. Hey, find out what the name of the major newspaper in the city you're visiting is, willya?
HVConstat9: (I mean, when you get there. Not right now.)
Wayne: I see. So, howzabout those Emmy nominations? I'd be outraged if I had seriously expected too much different from the bastards. (Although I am reeling from the "Buffy's Mom dies" writing omission.)
HVConstat9: The only thing I really wanted to see--and it didn't happen--was a nod for Stacy Keach's work on "Titus". Think "The Sopranos" can take it this year?
HVConstat9: (But nooo, they had to nominate Peter MacNicol AND Robert Downey, Jr.--from a show I'm still not entirely convinced should be described as a comedy)
Wayne: Nope, still too busy dealing with character disintegration this season. Big, big downer. West Wing had a dark season, but Bartlet's MS scandal pales in comparison to what went on with Paulie Walnuts in the last few episodes, and Tony's women all fared pretty badly as well.
MacNicol has had much better seasons before, but Downey was spectacular last season, which made his perpetual arrests all the more frustrating. The man was poised to save Ally from complete obsolescence.
Wayne: Next season, they're giving Ally James Marsden (as in, Cyclops). Hardly a good replacement.
HVConstat9: True. Of course, I've never been a fan of the show, and hope, on some level, that it goes bye-bye sometime in 1999. (And yes, I realize the paradox.)
Wayne: And again, "Buffy" was screwed in a manner most unceremonious. There was NO better hour of television on any network on any time this season than "The Body". Joss Whedon takes the second shift as my God when Aaron Sorkin goes home for the day. Or goes to rehab.
One of my readers told me s/he thought these entries were at their best when I got introspective. Welcome to Be-Careful-What-You-Wish-For Land, then.
Where do I start?
I think I've given myself an eating disorder.
Yeah, that's good. I mean, one real meal every two days isn't healthy, right? I think I am losing weight, though. And pushing around that damned wheelchair is helping, too. But I should want to eat, right? I shouldn't decide to go without food for 30 hours, right?
Additionally, I was driving today, singing along with the song on the CD I was listening to ("Low", by Cracker), when I found myself incapable of anything besides nonverbal screams. I did this most of the rest of the way to my destination. I'm not sure why. But it's troubling.
Both of these, taken together, are, to me, indicative of something deeper. I'm not sure what, yet. Deep unhappiness with everything around me? Perhaps.
I need a job. I need a job so I can have money and health insurance, especially health insurance, so I can back on the 'zac.
Emmy nominations were announced today. Follows is a conversation summing up my comments.
HVConstat9: Gah!
Wayne: Hola, amigo!
HVConstat9: How goes the continuing battle against evil?
Wayne: Gah indeed, my friend. Gah indeed. Actually, I'm waging a battle against my brother's flagging AOL connection.
HVConstat9: Like I said, evil. Hey, find out what the name of the major newspaper in the city you're visiting is, willya?
HVConstat9: (I mean, when you get there. Not right now.)
Wayne: I see. So, howzabout those Emmy nominations? I'd be outraged if I had seriously expected too much different from the bastards. (Although I am reeling from the "Buffy's Mom dies" writing omission.)
HVConstat9: The only thing I really wanted to see--and it didn't happen--was a nod for Stacy Keach's work on "Titus". Think "The Sopranos" can take it this year?
HVConstat9: (But nooo, they had to nominate Peter MacNicol AND Robert Downey, Jr.--from a show I'm still not entirely convinced should be described as a comedy)
Wayne: Nope, still too busy dealing with character disintegration this season. Big, big downer. West Wing had a dark season, but Bartlet's MS scandal pales in comparison to what went on with Paulie Walnuts in the last few episodes, and Tony's women all fared pretty badly as well.
MacNicol has had much better seasons before, but Downey was spectacular last season, which made his perpetual arrests all the more frustrating. The man was poised to save Ally from complete obsolescence.
Wayne: Next season, they're giving Ally James Marsden (as in, Cyclops). Hardly a good replacement.
HVConstat9: True. Of course, I've never been a fan of the show, and hope, on some level, that it goes bye-bye sometime in 1999. (And yes, I realize the paradox.)
Wayne: And again, "Buffy" was screwed in a manner most unceremonious. There was NO better hour of television on any network on any time this season than "The Body". Joss Whedon takes the second shift as my God when Aaron Sorkin goes home for the day. Or goes to rehab.
