Hi errybody. Mama’s feeling slightly under the old weather — not tremendously. Just kind of sluggish and slow-moving. But I got some work done — and found out I have to work this weekend (hooray!) but I will be watching the UGA game downtown. It’s a big one and no one thinks we’ll win. Haters. — but now gonna run this weird feeling off.
But before that, here are some Friday thoughts:
I’m going to reserve commenting on the cloture vote et al since I’ve written something for someone else and I don’t want to comment till that’s gone live. But I will say what the hell is this? Bush was taken to task for saying he would absolutely not negotiate with terrorists. Obama won’t negotiate with his own colleagues and he’s merely setting a new “tone.” Lame. Especially given the new-found concern about how the rest of the world views us. Because that hasn’t played much of a role in any decisions until now. And it’s gotten tiring saying the same stuff over and over again about this group of people running the show right now, but I suppose complacency is the killer with this stuff. They should just keep pushing on the Hill. Because that “we won’t negotiate” stuff is just…well I mean it’s ridiculous.
K, moving on from that. I went to a thing last night and was reminded that DC is an absolute spectrum of people who are here to do good work and believe they can affect a positive change, and the other end is just the gossipy, “gotta be seen” scene. Everyone (well, in my work life…oh hell, and in my social life as well. But my experience is my own and there are surely others who would disagree with my experience) falls somewhere in between. I tend to be pretty far down at the former end so when someone who just wants the gossip approaches me and — well, just attempts to get the gossip — it’s incredibly off-putting. And I tend to just tell them nothing. I’m not coy by nature, but certain people just don’t get to know, ya know? Based on things they’ve done and behavior they’ve displayed. I’m learning to be cynical. Sadly.
So I’m making my way through Breaking Bad and Charles, who’s a crazy fan, told me the other day that one thing that was strange about Walt is that he’s a sociopathic liar to everyone, but when it comes to Skylar he’s just like a quivering puddle of jell-o. Originally I said it was just because she was his love and that’s how dudes are about the women they love. But as I’ve watched more of the episodes — about to get into season 4 — I think it’s more than that. Skylar is as smart — if not smarter — than Walt. And she’s more pragmatic than he is, less prone to flights of destructive fancy (obviously). But I think the main reason is: she’s not afraid of him. At all. She fears what he’s doing, and the trouble they could find themselves in, but she doesn’t fear him. And he knows it. She totally has his number. Skylar owns Walt. And he loves her for it. If that doesn’t shake up all the bullshit people tell you about relationships then I don’t know what does. Dig it. Even after this brilliant piece of writing, which I haven’t gotten to yet, but was made aware of because Charles sent me this. And now that I’ve seen the clip, I like this link even more. Hemingway is my favorite. Also, can we just talk about the fact that Bryan Cranston is hot? I’d like to talk about that.
Man I’m looking forward to this. The new Thor comes out in November and that’s cool, but y’all know how I feel about Superman. I know, he’s not the coolest super hero. But I’ve never liked the coolest guys. Give me the hot guy with a great body, who is a little cheesy, loves his mama, and goes to church every week over the dark and brooding rich boy who’s torn between his ability to live without caring and his basic human decency every day of the week and twice on Sundays. I used to like complicated. Now I just want security.
Primer is really, really excellent and Gattaca is also rightly on this list IMHO. I’ll have to catch up on the ones I haven’t seen, The Fountain in particular. Darren Aronofsky is hard for me though…
Oh wow, this is wicked cool.
Well I mean of course it was.
Buttermilk and pepper jelly, people. Get them and keep them. Trust me.
This is pretty close approximation of my grandma’s recipe if I remember correctly. I may try to make them this weekend. Sometimes the Slavic heritage just screams in me.
So, thanks to my friend Micah, I’m believing we can win. Don’t break my heart boys…
Alright, I think I might try to catch the Braves tonight. Apparently they can beat the Phillies but not the freakin’ Brewers? Whatever…